Qu Jianlei maneuvered the Battalion-Class Ship forward to meet the enemy, putting on an air of having exhausted every trick.
However, when only two Battalion-Class Ships remained and there were still four Piao on the other side, a sudden ripple swept through the surrounding space.
Another fifteen Battalion-Class Ships emerged, and the tide of battle reversed once more.
But victory for the warships was far from certain; they only held a slight edge.
If the Piao were truly determined to go all out, they still had a strong chance of turning the tables.
The key lay on the other side of the battlefield, where Thousand Hands' Warship was facing one against four.
As long as they could deal with Thousand Hands' Warship first, the warships' advantage would be instantly reversed.
The offensive and defensive situations on the two sub-battlefields were completely opposite. What both sides were competing over was who could hold out longer.
Not only were the combatants on both sides keenly aware of these implications, Zhao Sanshui in the distance had also seen through their subtleties.
He sighed softly. "Red Leaf Ridge really is insidious... They're terrified the enemy might get away."
As a family that had once offended Red Leaf Ridge, the Zhao Family's research into Red Leaf Ridge was anything but superficial.
Zhao Sanshui could basically be certain that Red Leaf Ridge still had quite a few Battalion-Class Ships in reserve.
In private, several major families had even given Ridge Lord Qu a nickname—"Not-Much True Immortal."
Whenever they talked about "that not-much one," everyone knew exactly who they meant.
Ridge Lord Qu had repeatedly stressed that Red Leaf Ridge truly did not have "many" Mortal Warships left, but... that was something to take with a grain of salt.
Thus, in Zhao Sanshui's eyes, Red Leaf Ridge