Inside the bridge in the middle of the Dreadnought flagship, there is a busy command center.
The number of people on a battleship may reach tens of thousands or even more, including various technicians who maintain the ship.
The Dreadnought flagship is larger and requires more people. There are more than 30,000 soldiers on this ship.
Soldiers operating weapons, even genetically modified warriors inside ships, small mecha units fighting inside ships, and so on.
Inside the bridge, the command center was extremely busy. Many people had just emerged from the subspace and had not yet fully recovered.
On the central platform of the command center, a middle-aged officer slowly opened his eyes. He was the commander of this fleet.
After looking around, he asked, "Summarize the status of each ship in the fleet."
All the staff officers in the command center became busy. Communications to other ships were established and the information of each ship was fully collected.
Finally, a senior staff officer stood up, walked to the fleet commander and said, "Sir!"
"Seventh Wave Battle Group - Commander's Escort Fleet, now assembled!"
"During this journey through the subspace, we encountered energy turbulence, resulting in the loss of thirteen frigates, seven torpedo boats, and two destroyers. No cruisers or battleships were lost."
"Most of the ships have damaged equipment and need to find a star base for maintenance as soon as possible."
After listening to this, the fleet commander nodded slightly and said, "Order all ships to quickly inspect and be on alert!"
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