The officers all fell silent at this. During the pursuit, most of the starships had repeatedly pushed their loads beyond the limit.
If they turned and fled for their lives now, there was a high chance their Power Systems would shut down outright along the way.
So whether they wanted to fight or not, they had no choice.
Fortunately, the support fleet had quite a few Small Ships as well—nearly three hundred of them. They took off one after another to meet the enemy.
The moment the two sides engaged, the disparity between them became instantly apparent.
In the pitch-black void, a vast expanse of scattered points of light suddenly appeared, moving rapidly.
They were all the lights of Small Ships, like fireflies in the night sky, a spectacular sight.
The fireflies spat out beams of all kinds, weaving a massive net through space.
It looked magnificent, but it was a deadly net harvesting lives.
Brighter Light Orbs flashed within the net from time to time—the result of Small Ships taking hits.
The terrible part was that over ninety-five percent of those Light Orbs came from the Alliance's Attack Ships.
The Small Ships under Xiao Hu's command primarily targeted the enemy's Small Ships, and even one against three was effortless.
The excess Small Ships assisted in attacking the enemy's capital ships, while the ones directly confronting the Alliance's capital ships were the Division Level Ships.
The Division Level Ships possessed extraordinarily powerful firepower, while their own defenses filled their opponents with despair.
Other than the Main Guns of Battalion-Class Ships, which could pose some threat to them, even the Main Guns of Battalion-level ships were hardly worth mentioning.
The Alliance also had some Strike Type and fire-support Attack Ships capable of posing a considerable threat to the Division Level Ships.