After confirming that Bels' Crusader Army had been wiped out, Elishael simply stopped moving.
The entire central Crusader Army, four legions in all, assumed formation and came to a complete halt.
Since he knew the enemy's next target would definitely be himself, rather than continue marching, he might as well wait for them to come to him.
After all, before the enemy arrived, he could use this time to set up defenses and improve his odds of victory.
That was better than being ambushed halfway through the march, wasn't it?
When Lin Fan learned of Elishael's move, he did indeed get a headache.
What he wanted was to win this final battle at minimal cost. But if the enemy hunkered down like a turtle in its shell, then no matter how he attacked, he would inevitably be forced into a head-on confrontation. That was not what Lin Fan wanted.
Once such a battle began, even if they won, the losses would definitely be substantial.
Staring at the three-dimensional Black Hole Cavity Space map before him, Lin Fan could not come up with a solution for the moment.
Winning would not be difficult, but keeping casualties within an extremely small range would be.
More than an hour later, Lin Fan, who had been frowning all this time, suddenly lit up.
He had an idea.
"Liang Xue, how many Transport Ships do we have in the Flot Universe?"
"We didn't bring any Transport Ships on this expedition, so the Transport Ships of all three legions remained in the Flot Universe. There are a total of one trillion ships!"
"If we convert all those Transport Ships to unmanned operation, without making it too complicated, just enough for basic navigation, how long would it take?"
"Our warships already have remote-control capabilities. It is just