Battle of Vilsert (8)

Charge or keep lying low? That was a very good question.

Just as his adjutant had said, nearly four minutes had passed since the human fleet began changing formations.

If he led the fleet in a charge now, then even if the humans immediately redeployed those fleets, they simply would not have enough time to seal that gap.

At most, during the charge, they would suffer attacks from all directions for a period of time, and the losses would be heavy.

But compared to the change in the situation that breaking out could bring, those losses were nothing.

After weighing it all, Willvis made his decision. He would gamble.

After all, the gains from success were simply too enormous. Even knowing it was a trap, most would still want to give it a try.

What if it worked?

Besides, even if he failed, at worst he would lose his own life, along with tens of millions of Silas Empire warships.

For the Empire as a whole, that amount of loss did not even count as a scratch.

As for his own life?

It was not important at all!

Willvis had that much resolve.

"Adjust the fleet formation. Have the forward warships move to both sides to strengthen our flank defenses. Begin the charge in thirty seconds, straight ahead."

"Yes, General Willvis!"

The Cyrus Fleet, which had originally been huddled within the Current Mouth, immediately shifted formation under Willvis's orders. The warships at the front rapidly moved to both sides, and as they did, Willvis's flagship and the escort warships around it were completely exposed.

However, Willvis was not worried about his warship being exposed, because there were no longer any Federation warships ahead.

"General, the fleet formation has been adjusted."

"Maintain the formation. Begin the charge!"

"Yes, General Willvis!"

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