The moment Pandora began hurling Space Implosion Bombs outward by the football-fieldful, the battle had effectively entered its final stage.
This had been a battle without suspense—once all the slave fleets the Merova People had deployed to disrupt the Empire Army "defected," their entire ambush was accounted for. With Imperial reinforcements arriving from every theater, every advantage and initiative fell into our hands. The enemy's only advantage had been their sheer numbers, but thanks to Lin Xue's several precise predictions, the Empire Army completely separated Merrowa's three waves of fleets into three regions of the battlefield. They could not deploy a sufficiently powerful Combined Shield, and under the unprecedentedly fierce bombardment of the Empire Army, the enemy was nearly wiped out. Only one last small force was still putting up a stubborn resistance. It was an elite General-class Carrier Squadron. Their escort fleet had been heavily damaged and had almost lost all combat capability. The remaining General-class Carriers were now deploying every drone they had to barely hold back the wolf-pack-like Empire Assault forces. But the collapse of those enemy ships was only a matter of time.
"These little planes are really annoying." As the battle gradually calmed down, the Command Center finally became slightly less hectic. I watched the frontline feed from the reconnaissance probes and turned to Lin Xue. "Looks like half of them were manufactured directly on the battlefield by recycling scrap metal during the fighting. Look, some of them don't even have paint jobs."
"These are called General-class Carriers, right..." Lin Xue recalled the intelligence we had. "The motherships of those little planes. The name sounds pretty impressive, and they really do pack some punch... Good thing we have anti-air escort ships specifically designed to deal with swarms of little planes."
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