"Say that again!"
Thinking he had misheard, Serat looked at the subordinate reporting to him and gritted his teeth.
"Commander, according to the battle results from the past three minutes, our losses are more than ten times those of Gramm United!"
"How is that possible? Gramm United's warships are far inferior to ours. Even if they have more than twenty legions than we do, there's no way the losses could be one to ten!"
"This... according to the preliminary analysis, it's because our formation is too dense."
"Uh..."
After all, he was the Delra Empire's highest-ranking frontline commander. With that reminder, he finally realized it as well.
Damn it, he had only been thinking about how to counter the enemy's decapitation tactics and had completely forgotten.
There was also fleet combat!
To ensure that the enemy could not decapitate him in a short period of time, Selter's solution had been to form a turtle formation and pack the entire formation as densely as possible.
That way, unless the enemy completely wiped out the defenders in a certain direction, they would never be able to reach him.
Originally...
That was how it should have been.
But Gramm did not play by the rules.
Instead of using decapitation tactics, they had switched to fleet combat?
The result was that the overly dense Delra Empire fleet was directly slaughtered by the enemy.
After all, if you fired a shot, even if it hit, you would only destroy one of Gramm's warships.
But what about Gramm United's fleet?
They could practically fire with their eyes closed. Every random shot they fired destroyed several warships, sometimes even ten or twenty.
Who told him to deploy the fleets so densely?
"Quick, spread the fleet out! Immediately, right now—it's not too late yet!"
"Yes, Commander!"
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