Central Breakthrough, Rearward Deployment

In the officer's lounge of the 101st Task Force Fleet's flagship.

Adams and Ade were seated, with their respective personnel standing behind them.

Adams was not idle; he was communicating with his adjutant.

"Commander, the rogue fleet has begun to move and is heading towards the human fleet. What should we do?"

"You control the remaining fleet and just watch. Commander Lin Fan said he would deal with those warships."

"This? Alright!"

"Commander Adams, you don't seem worried at all that our fleet will be defeated."

"Of course, I've seen Commander Lin Fan's eyes. He's definitely not an ordinary person. Although the rebel forces have over 300 warships, their fleet composition is disorganized, and they lack unified command. I believe Commander Lin Fan won't have to pay a great price to defeat them."

"That's truly rare. You have such faith in us humans."

"Heh heh, I've never misjudged a person. We'll just chat here for a while and listen to my adjutant's battlefield broadcast!"

To the front and side of the 101st Task Force Fleet's advance, eleven mechs were traveling at maximum speed, weaving through the complex asteroid field.

The pursuing fighter jets had long been left far behind; after all, the pilots in these eleven mechs were at least elite-level. In such a complex environment, shaking off a few fighter jets was a simple matter.

"Okay, you can ease up a bit. We've lost them."

Lin Fan spoke to Liang Xue, who was facing him, straddling his lap and holding him.

Although Lin Fan admitted that being held like this by a hot girl was very comfortable, the posture was a bit embarrassing.

"Do you really not remember what you told me 11 years ago?"

Liang Xue's voice reached his ears, and Lin Fan froze.

Did Liang Xue and he know each other before? 11 years ago?

Lin Fan gave a wry smile. He truly had no memory. Lin Fan hadn't inherited the memories of the original body's owner like in novels after he transmigrated.

This reminded Lin Fan of ten years ago when he had just transmigrated. In a moment of panic, he had claimed to have amnesia, no matter who it was, saying he couldn't remember anything. Even though doctors had found no problems, Lin Fan had stuck to his story, insisting he had amnesia, and thus managed to get by.

Eleven years ago was the year before he transmigrated. No wonder he had no memory of Liang Xue.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite know what you're talking about. Perhaps you don't know, but ten years ago, I accidentally injured my head and completely lost my memory. I have no recollection of anything before the age of nine!"

"Whoosh!" Liang Xue suddenly lifted her head from Lin Fan's shoulder, staring at Lin Fan with wide, incredulous eyes.

"Amnesia?"

"Yes!"

"So, you're not deliberately pretending not to know me because of that vixen at the military academy?"

"Uh, regarding my amnesia, I believe your father should know. Why don't you ask him? And from your words, it seems we knew each other when we were kids?"

Lin Fan directly avoided the word "vixen" that Liang Xue mentioned. Being so intelligent, he naturally knew Liang Xue was referring to Emma.

But the key was, what was his relationship with Liang Xue when they were kids? What did he say that she remembered until now?

Could it be that the original owner of this body was already dating at the age of eight?

At the same moment, Liang Xue was also quite bewildered. Amnesia? Was it all a misunderstanding on her part?

No, she would have to confirm this with that scoundrel father when she got back.

"We've arrived!"

Liang Xue, lost in thought, turned her head towards the front of the mech after hearing Lin Fan's words.

Indeed, they could already see the 101st Task Force Fleet flying in from the right. They should be able to rendezvous perfectly.

Of course, with eleven elite pilots, including Lin Fan, they would absolutely not miss the rendezvous point. All of them returned to the warships smoothly.

"Well, I'm going to open the cockpit. It's comfortable being held by you, but be mindful of appearances. There are quite a few people in the hangar."

"You haven't confirmed if what you're saying is true or not. I'll ask when we get back."

Liang Xue snorted, released her hold on Lin Fan, and stood up.

However, Lin Fan noticed that Liang Xue's face was flushed under her helmet. This was the first time Lin Fan had seen it. If the timing were right, he would have really liked to take a picture.

After disembarking, Lin Fan didn't bother changing clothes and ran directly to the bridge in his pilot suit, with Liang Xue immediately following him.

"Report the situation!"

Lin Fan shouted as soon as he entered the bridge, quickly walking towards his seat.

"Report, in one minute we will be within firing range."

"Understood. Notify all battlecruisers, the primary targets are their two battlecruisers."

"Yes!"

At this moment, Liang Xue was already standing beside Lin Fan. She took over from the tactical officer and began relaying Lin Fan's orders.

Private matters were private matters, and they could be sorted out slowly upon return, but for now, she would fulfill her duty as adjutant!

Lin Fan glanced at Liang Xue without saying anything and soon activated the captain's dedicated virtual tactical panel.

The two sides continued to approach, quickly nearing the red line of their firing range.

"Open fire!"

Tens of seconds later, seeing Lin Fan enter firing range, he gave the order without hesitation.

At the same time, Oakes' rebel fleet also began its attack.

The difference was that the 101st Task Force Fleet's attack was highly focused. The nine battlecruisers in front were directly targeting the enemy's two battlecruisers.

Oakes' rebel fleet, however, was disorganized, with each ship acting independently. Lin Fan immediately understood that the rebels were likely being commanded by an amateur.

Indeed, Lin Fan's guess was completely correct. The person currently commanding the rebel fleet was a confidant of the First Prince. He was skilled at scheming and intrigue, but when it came to fleet command, he was far less capable than Duolun, who at least had theoretical knowledge.

Because Oakes' rebel fleet only had two capital ships, their firepower was severely lacking. Battlecruisers were heavily armored, and regular frigates and destroyers had little effect on them. At best, they could inflict damage; sinking them in a short time was wishful thinking.

Both sides advanced under each other's artillery fire. After just three rounds of bombardment, the two battlecruisers at the front of the rebel formation were completely destroyed.

Following this, the 101st Task Force Fleet, like a sharp blade, pierced through the middle of Oakes' rebel fleet's formation.

At this point, Oakes' rebel fleet had lost two battlecruisers, five cruisers, eighteen destroyers, two aircraft carriers, and thirty-five frigates.

The 101st Task Force Fleet, on the other hand, had lost one cruiser, one destroyer, and three frigates.

The battlecruisers at the front had sustained only minor damage on a few ships, but it did not affect subsequent combat.

"Commander, we have penetrated the enemy formation."

"Understood. Have the fleet spread out to the left and right rear and execute a curved turn."

"Yes!"

Inside the rebel ships, there was some chaos. The commander was dead, their capital ships were gone, and all that remained were the crew members. Many ships had even been seized by rebel personnel after their captains were killed.

As a result, the entire rebel force was completely unsure of what to do. However, while the rebels hesitated, the 101st Task Force Fleet had already dispersed to the left and right, executed a curved turn, and positioned themselves on the rebel's left and right rear, forming a semicircular encirclement.

When the rebels realized what was happening and tried to counterattack, it was unfortunately too late. Their current formation could only be broken by the 101st Task Force Fleet.

"What a brilliant central thrust followed by a rear deployment tactic! It perfectly exploited the fatal weakness of the rebel fleet having too few capital ships."

In the lounge, Adams praised the maneuver without reservation.