“Although the Salamander Tribe is not the strongest Interstellar power in the Reef Starfield, they still possess nearly three thousand Interstellar Warship! Their strength is considerable.

After suffering this loss, they will certainly dispatch more Starfleets.

You alone, with just one Starship, might... have some difficulty...” Bakin Tribe Leader spoke rather tactfully; what he really wanted to say was that it would be impossible.

Perhaps one Starship could deal with those three or four hundred Fire Lizard Fleets.

But what if they come with one or two thousand next time?

Even if Zhao Chen’s T3 Blizzard-class Light Interstellar Battlecruiser is truly powerful, under the siege of so many Interstellar Warship, its ammunition will eventually run out.

“Who said I only have this one Starship?” Zhao Chen smiled mysteriously.

Annie, standing by, also put her hands on her hips and proudly said, “Dad, you wouldn’t know, but Commander’s Fleet is very strong.

Those stinky lizards are no match for Commander at all.

Right, Commander!”

Listening to Annie’s flattering words, Zhao Chen poked Annie’s head: “How could I not know what you’re thinking in that head of yours?

You just wish I could control this Star System, so ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) your parents and clansmen would all be safe.”

Annie stuck out her tongue.

“Who said before that as long as I was willing to save her clansmen, she would work for me without eating or drinking?” Zhao Chen deliberately brought up her previous words.

Annie immediately cowered, shrinking her head, clutching the corner of her clothes, and whispered somewhat aggrievedly, “But... but if Annie doesn’t eat enough... she won’t have the strength to work...”

Zhao Chen stopped teasing Annie and looked at Bakin Tribe Leader: “I’m just informing you of this matter so you can be mentally prepared.

As for the specific arrangements, I will handle them properly.

Also, please select the Dwarves who are willing to leave within three days.

These five T2 Moose-class Heavy Interstellar Transport Ships will depart for their return journey within three days.”

With so many excellent Interstellar craftsmen, Zhao Chen wished there was a teleportation gate to send them directly back to his Dragon Owl Territory.

“Alright, I’ll go take care of it now.” Bakin Tribe Leader went to handle the matters Zhao Chen had assigned.

Zhao Chen jumped onto the shoulder of a T2 Black Knight-class Light Interstellar Combat Mecha, sat down, and opened a video communication with Charlotte.

“Commander.” Charlotte’s image, with the T3 Blizzard Bridge in the background, appeared before Zhao Chen.

“Tell me about the battle situation this time,” Zhao Chen said.

Charlotte replied without any hesitation: “In this battle, the T3 Blizzard annihilated over two hundred Interstellar Warship.

This includes one T3 Interstellar Warship, thirty-seven t2 star battleships, and the rest were t1 interstellar battleships.

All other Fire Lizard Fleet Starships escaped.

The T3 Blizzard’s Star Shield energy value remains at 37%, and after disengaging from combat, it is expected to fully recover on its own within the next forty hours.

Starship energy remains at 55%, Starship ammunition remains at 64%, of which thirty-eight Interstellar Missiles were expended, leaving twelve Interstellar Missiles.

The overall damage to the hull armor reached 13%, with the most severely damaged location reaching 30%, and no personnel casualties.”

Listening to Charlotte report these combat data, her expression remained unchanged, as if this battle was merely an insignificant game.

After all, the true engagement was only the first few minutes of head-on fierce combat with the T3 Arkham-class Medium Interstellar Battleship.

After the T3 Arkham fell, the Fire Lizard Fleet completely lost the will to fight.

If the opponent could maintain sufficient combat quality and fight to the death with the T3 Blizzard.

Or if the Commanders were swapped, Charlotte would have at least a fifty percent chance of winning.

Unfortunately, there was no such 'if'.

Zhao Chen now explained his intention to conquer the entire FY Star System to Charlotte.

A flicker of brilliance flashed in Charlotte’s eyes, a fluctuation that had only appeared previously when facing millions of Interstellar Insectoids.

It seemed this ‘game’ was finally starting to interest Charlotte.

“Based on the Salamander Tribe’s situation, for the Salamander Tribe to reorganize their fleet and launch another attack, it will require at least half a month or more of preparation and assembly time.

In terms of time, our subsequent Fleet can reach here within half a month, which shouldn’t be a big problem,” Charlotte said.

Zhao Chen nodded: “Then you can start formulating several combat plans.”

“Yes,” Charlotte said.

Earlier, upon learning that the Salamander Tribe had attacked the Dwarves’ planet, Zhao Chen had managed to send a message to Lilith’s side; although communication was quite difficult due to the distance, fortunately, a connection was established.

Lilith should have already arranged for the subsequent Starfleet to be on its way.

Once the Xiaolong Fleet is assembled, dealing with those Fire Lizard Fleets will be a piece of cake.

Three days passed in a flash.

All remaining Fire Lizard ground forces on this planet were cleared, and the planet returned to the Dwarves’ control.

Furthermore, Zhao Chen’s offer to recruit Dwarf craftsmen was spread throughout the various Dwarf refuge bases.

Compared to the first refuge base where Zhao Chen himself was present, fewer Dwarves in the other refuge bases believed Zhao Chen.

Ultimately, after three days.

Only fifty thousand Dwarves were willing to board Zhao Chen’s T2 Moose and leave, with the vast majority being family units, and most of those families had many elderly, weak, women, and children.

It was precisely because of this dire situation that they decided to take a risk and head to the rumored Owl Dragon Star System, to gamble for a better future.

Zhao Chen didn’t mind this; with family units, it would be easier to ‘control’ these Dwarves in the future, and he wouldn’t have to worry about them not serving him loyally.

Moreover, he could later convey to the Dwarves here how he treated them.

Would he still worry about there not being a second or third batch of Dwarves willing to follow him?

“These are the lists of Dwarves willing to follow you,” Bakin Tribe Leader handed an electronic list to Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen glanced at it.

Twenty thousand males, thirty thousand females.

A total of thirty thousand adult laborers.

Among them, twenty thousand adult female Dwarves had the capacity for labor.

Of course, not all of these twenty thousand female Dwarves necessarily possessed superb manufacturing skills; they would need to be screened later.

But from these twenty thousand, selecting two to three thousand should be no problem; the rest could also be employed after a series of training sessions.

These qualified female Dwarves would be assigned to his Interstellar Industrial Ship, and the remaining male and female Dwarves would all be assigned to industrial factories on designated planets.

Zhao Chen saw a few names on the list and looked at Bakin Tribe Leader with some surprise.

He had met Annie’s mother and five siblings in the past few days.

These six people were on the list.

Bakin Tribe Leader scratched his head awkwardly: “I have to stay here and take care of these clansmen.

But my wife and children are willing to go with Annie to the place she calls ‘paradise’.

I entrust these clansmen to Commander.”

After speaking, Bakin Tribe Leader performed an ancient Dwarf ritualistic bow to Zhao Chen.