Inside the officers' lounge aboard the flagship of the 101st Task Force Fleet.
Adams and Ed were seated, while the others from both sides stood behind them.
Adams was not idle either. He had opened a communication channel and was directing his adjutant.
"Commander, the out-of-control fleet has begun moving and is charging toward the human fleet. What should we do?"
"Control the remaining fleet and stay there to watch. Commander Lin Fan said he would deal with those warships."
"This? All right!"
"Commander Adams, you don't seem worried at all that our fleet might lose."
"Of course not. I have seen Commander Lin Fan's eyes. He is definitely no ordinary person. Besides, although the rebel army has more than three hundred warships, their fleet composition is a mess and they have no unified command. I believe Commander Lin Fan will not have to pay much of a price to defeat them."
"That's truly rare. You actually trust us humans so much."
"Hehe, I have never misjudged people. Let's chat here for a while and listen to my adjutant's live battlefield report!"
Ahead and to the side of the advancing 101st Task Force Fleet, eleven mechs were weaving through the complex asteroid field at maximum speed.
As for the fighters chasing them from behind, they had long since been thrown so far back that no one knew where they were. After all, among those eleven mechs, every pilot was at least elite-class. Shaking off a few fighters in such a complicated environment was effortless.
"All right, you can loosen up a little. We've already shaken them off."
Lin Fan looked at Liang Xue, who was straddling his lap facing him and holding him tightly, and spoke.
Lin Fan had to admit that being held like this by a girl with such a hot figure felt very comfortable, but the posture was rather embarrassing.
"Do you really not remember what you said to me eleven years ago?"
Liang Xue's voice came from beside his ear, and Lin Fan froze.
Had Liang Xue known him before? Eleven years ago?
Lin Fan gave a bitter smile. He truly had no memories of it. After transmigrating here, he had not inherited the original owner's memories like protagonists in novels did.
It reminded Lin Fan of when he had first transmigrated ten years ago. In his panic, no matter who asked, he claimed that he had amnesia and could not remember anything. Even after doctors found nothing wrong with him, Lin Fan never changed his story. He stubbornly insisted that he had amnesia, and that was how he muddled through.
Eleven years ago meant the year before he had transmigrated here. No wonder he had no memories of Liang Xue.
"Sorry, I'm not quite sure what you mean. Maybe you don't know this, but ten years ago, I accidentally injured my head and completely lost my memory. I don't remember anything from before I was nine!"
Liang Xue suddenly raised her head from Lin Fan's shoulder and stared at him with wide, disbelieving eyes!
"Amnesia?"
"Yes!"
"So you weren't deliberately pretending not to know me because of that vixen from the military academy?"
"Uh, regarding my amnesia, I believe your father should know about it. Why don't you ask him? And from what you're saying, it seems we knew each other as children?"
Lin Fan directly avoided the word "vixen." Being as smart as he was, he naturally knew Liang Xue was referring to Emma.
But what exactly had his body's original owner been to Liang Xue when they were children? What had he said that she still remembered now?
Could it be that the original owner of this body had started dating at the age of eight?
At the same time, Liang Xue was also rather confused. Amnesia? Had she been misunderstanding everything all along?
No, after they got back, she had to confirm it with that bastard father of hers.
"We're here!"
Lost in thought, Liang Xue heard Lin Fan's words and turned to look ahead of the mech.
Sure enough, the 101st Task Force Fleet was already visible, flying in from the right. They should be able to rendezvous perfectly.
Of course, with eleven elite pilots, including Lin Fan, there was no chance they would miss the rendezvous point. All of them returned to the warships without incident.
"Mm, I'm opening the cockpit now. It feels nice being hugged by you, but mind the setting. There are quite a few people in the hangar."
"You haven't confirmed whether what you said is true yet. Once we return, I'll ask about it."
Liang Xue snorted, released Lin Fan, and stood up.
However, Lin Fan noticed that Liang Xue was blushing beneath her helmet. It was the first time he had seen that. If the timing had not been so inappropriate, he really would have wanted to take a picture.
After disembarking, Lin Fan did not even have time to change clothes. Still wearing his pilot suit, he ran straight for the bridge, with Liang Xue immediately following behind him.
"Report the situation!"
As soon as Lin Fan entered the bridge, he called out while striding quickly toward his seat.
"Report, we will enter firing range in one minute."
"Good. Notify all Battlecruisers: their two Battlecruisers are the priority targets."
"Yes!"
Liang Xue had already moved to Lin Fan's side. She took over from the Chief of Staff and began relaying orders according to Lin Fan's command.
Personal matters were personal matters. She could sort them out slowly after returning, but for now, she would fulfill her duties as adjutant.
Lin Fan glanced at Liang Xue without saying anything, then quickly opened the captain-exclusive virtual tactical interface.
The two sides kept closing in, soon reaching the red line marking firing range.
"Open fire!"
Several dozen seconds later, seeing that they had entered firing range, Lin Fan gave the order without hesitation.
At the same time, Oakes's rebel fleet also began its attack.
The difference was that the 101st Task Force Fleet had a highly focused battle plan. The nine Battlecruisers at the front immediately concentrated their fire on the two enemy Battlecruisers.
Meanwhile, the Oakes rebel fleet was fighting independently. Lin Fan instantly understood that the rebels were most likely being commanded by an amateur.
Indeed, Lin Fan had guessed perfectly. The one currently commanding the rebel fleet was a confidant of the First Prince. He was skilled at scheming and conspiracies, but when it came to fleet command, he was honestly inferior even to Duolun, who only knew theory.
Because the Oakes rebel fleet had only two capital ships, its firepower was severely insufficient. Battlecruisers were heavily armored; ordinary frigates and destroyers were not particularly effective against them. At most, they could inflict damage. Sinking them in a short period of time was wishful thinking.
Both sides advanced under the other's bombardment. After only three volleys, the two Battlecruisers at the front of the rebel formation had both been blown apart.
The 101st Task Force Fleet then thrust through the middle of the Oakes rebel fleet's formation like a sharp blade.
At that point, the Oakes rebel fleet had lost two Battlecruisers, five cruisers, eighteen destroyers, two carriers, and thirty-five frigates.
Meanwhile, the 101st Task Force Fleet had lost one cruiser, one destroyer, and three frigates.
Several of the Battlecruisers at the front had suffered only minor damage, which would not affect the fighting ahead.
"Commander, we have penetrated their formation."
"Mm. Have the fleet deploy to both sides behind them and turn in an arc."
"Yes!"
The rebel forces were in some disarray at that moment. Their commander was dead, their capital ships were gone, and all that remained were the crews. Many of the warships had even been forcibly seized by rebel personnel after their captains were killed.
As a result, the rebels had no idea what to do. Yet while they hesitated, the 101st Task Force Fleet had already split to the left and right, made arcing turns, and deployed along the rebels' left rear and right rear flanks, forming a semicircular encirclement.
By the time the rebels reacted and tried to counterattack, it was too late. Their current formation could only be broken apart unilaterally by the 101st Task Force Fleet.
"What a central breakthrough, followed by rear deployment. Beautiful! It completely exploited the fatal weakness of the rebels' lack of capital ships."
In the lounge, Adams offered his praise without reservation.
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