Before becoming the Commander of the Nineteen Group Fleet, Douglas was already well-known. Many people knew this young leader, who might not be a genius, but was more outstanding than many geniuses. However, that was only hearsay. It was not until the several dozen days of lurking in the Hermit Crab Star System that Douglas earned everyone's trust with his unique way of listening.
And in this classic surprise attack, he earned everyone's respect.
This was a remarkably satisfying victory. The outcome of victory had already been destined in simulations and battle plans. Such a victory is the true form of victory. Strategizing within command tents, winning battles from a thousand miles away, is nothing short of this.
"What's the problem?" Douglas crouched beside the Power Storage Device at the bottom level of the battleship's massive Power Cabin and asked a mechanic soldier who was conducting maintenance.
