Avila Fleet.
At full strength, it had a total of 300.1 billion warships. Of those, 300 billion were standard Imperial warships, while the remaining 100 million were Punishment-class Warships, commonly known as suicide ships.
After the several minutes of offense and defense at the passage entrance earlier, as well as the warships lost in the Federal attack just now, there were currently only around 240 billion standard warships left, while roughly more than 90 million Punishment-class Warships remained.
"Is that so? More than 90 million still remain. In terms of numbers, that should be enough!"
"After all, according to those scientists, as long as there are roughly 700 billion suicide ships, it meets the minimum requirement to trigger a Black Hole Tide!"
After listening to the adjutant's report, Avila nodded and spoke. There was no expression on his face; he looked completely indifferent to life and death.
"Order the warships on the outer edge of the formation to peel away layer by layer and launch a desperate assault against the enemy. Buy some time for the rear!"
"At the same time, order all Punishment-class Warships to prepare to compress Black Hole Energy and await orders!"
"Remember, all Punishment-class Warships!"
After giving the orders, Avila added one more sentence.
After all, if they only used exactly enough Punishment-class Warships, then if someone was too afraid to carry out the order, or if those scientists had calculated incorrectly, he would not have enough warships for a second attempt!
Therefore, since they were doing this, they would do it thoroughly and leave absolutely no possibility of failure!
"Yes, Commander!"
After the adjutant left, Avila sat in his command chair, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
He was not afraid of death. He was genuinely thinking: even if they won this battle, what then?
Could it