The Eight-Armed Tribe's Confusion

The people in the Command Center thought Su Hao was making a strategic maneuver and did not think much of it at first. After all, they could not understand the thoughts of a fighter-pilot genius.

But as time passed, Su Hao's direction remained unchanged. Other than dodging the incoming attacks, he flew straight toward the enemy warship.

Everyone in the command room looked at one another, convinced that Su Hao had completely lost his head.

A fighter's main cannon could threaten a warship, sure, but the threat was extremely limited. To achieve any real effect, at least a hundred fighters needed to act together.

What could a lone fighter do by charging in front of an enemy warship? It was like a mosquito flying up to an elephant...

The Captain suddenly turned to Officer Jiang. "Is this your soldier? Why don't you connect to him and ask what he's trying to do?"

They all knew communications during battle were unreliable, but judging by how effortlessly Su Hao was handling things, he clearly would not care about that.

Officer Jiang immediately replied, "Understood!"

The communications officer then locked onto Su Hao's fighter and initiated a voice call.

But no one answered. The communications officer looked up and said, "Xu Shiqiang hung up!"

Everyone: "..."

The Captain glanced at Distant Star's heading. There was still some time before it completed its turn, so he said, "Ignore him. Keep an eye on the warship in case it suddenly attacks."

Distant Star's maneuverability was nowhere near that of the Guerrilla Warship. From beginning to end, it remained in a passive position, unable to launch an attack on its own and only able to wait passively for the enemy warship to approach.

That was the Captain's helplessness, but it did not mean Distant Star was