"General Ling! The Hongyue, a Kohl-class Battlecruiser, has been sunk by enemy ships!" the Chief of Staff shouted. "The Durov-class Battlecruiser Wuhe has been heavily damaged and is withdrawing!"
"Combat simulation results!" Ling Liang called to the Givin mathematician team.
"Insufficient parameters. Combat results cannot be simulated. Our fleet has over an eighty percent chance of victory, but we will sustain severe losses," The Givin mathematician replied.
"The Commander II-class has engine output two hundred times that of the Hunter Class. Even with fleet shields, it will be difficult to avoid being destroyed by such overwhelming firepower," the Chief of Staff said.
"Our warships cannot bear losses like that." Ling Liang frowned.
"Then just send the Xuanwu in there and smash them!" The engineer who had been punished with a month of vegetarian meals had not left yet. Still standing there, he spoke to Ling Liang.
"The Xuanwu is the most powerful—and final—weapon the Governor entrusted to me. The Galactic Republic can build more Commander II-class Dreadnoughts, but there is only one Xuanwu now." Even Ling Liang hesitated somewhat. "The Commander II-class's firepower can damage the Xuanwu."
"General... the Xuanwu's engine output is only about twice that of a Commander II-class, that's true. But doubling one gives you two, an increase of just one. If we assume a Commander II-class has an engine output of 6 × 10 to the twenty-sixth watts, how much does that figure increase when doubled to reach the Xuanwu's level?" the engineer said.
Bang! Ling Liang slammed a fist onto the rubber-padded console and said decisively, "Pass the order! Adjust formation! The Xuanwu will charge alone and engage the two Commander II-class Dreadnoughts! All other warships, intercept the rest of the Republic fleet! I don't just want to win this battle—I want to win it