Over thirty warships, each bearing damage, slowly docked at the spaceport orbiting the planet; after securing their anchorages with the spaceport, crew members started disembarking one after another.
The square-faced middle-aged military officer saluted a handsome but tall young man, saying, "Governor."
The young general returned the salute to the middle-aged man.
"This battle was far from easy," the middle-aged man sighed.
The handsome governor's face was tinged with sarcasm as he replied, "When have they ever let us fight an easy battle? They call us in only when they're afraid they can't win or when they need cannon fodder. But every time, we of the Silver Feather Army manage to turn the tide and achieve victory. Ask any civilization in the entire Sunrise Great Star Zone, and they will tell you that the Zhalan Civilization has none better than the Silver Feather Army when it comes to fighting."
