"Major Smith, what do you think we should do?"
Stark suddenly asked, leaving the Major Staff Advisor standing next to him a bit at a loss.
However, Stark didn't press for an answer and handed the telegram to the Major Staff Advisor, then picked up the coffee cup on the table.
The coffee was already cold, so he went to pour a fresh cup.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Major Staff Advisor quickly browsed through the telegram.
"Speak your mind if you have any thoughts."
"According to the intelligence currently in hand, the top priority is to rendezvous with the 52nd Special Mixed Fleet. Both mixed fleets together can respond when attacked."
Stark didn't say anything, just nodded to show he understood Smith's meaning.
"However, the intelligence we're basing our judgment on can't stand scrutiny and feels more like a meticulously crafted script."
"A script?"
"With Liangxia Navy as both playwright and director, we're the doomed villains."
