Heading to the Battlefield
At this moment, the main fleet formation of the Galactic Republic's 20th Army had already been surrounded by countless Swarm Drones. Like a real swarm of insects, these drones possessed innumerable numbers, nearly imperceptible size, and devastating firepower!
That was right. Even these tiny drones, barely over a meter long, had managed to pierce the shields of several Hunter Class Battlecruisers through their dense volleys of fire!
This completely overturned everything Gideon Tarkin thought he knew!
No matter how technology developed, larger vessels would always hold the advantage. Under equal technological conditions, a 500-meter warship could never defeat a 1,000-meter warship. If such a situation arose, it could only mean there was a generational gap between their technologies.
But what stood before them now were tiny drones just over a meter long and Hunter Class Battlecruisers measuring 1,137 meters in length!! Under normal circumstances, attacks of this scale should not even have been able to disturb a warship's Deflector Shield self-circulation! In other words, they could fire for ten thousand years and accomplish nothing!
Yet now, the shields of Hunter Class Battlecruisers had actually been pierced! By those tiny drones!
"No! Something's wrong!" Seeing this, Gideon Tarkin immediately felt a terrifying premonition of impending doom. He shouted, "Keep launching fighters! All anti-air firepower, open fire at full force! Drive those enemy drones away at all costs!!"
"Yes!"
Inside the Hunter Class Battlecruiser The Flash, alarms blared without pause. Large numbers of fully suited pilots, clutching bulky full-coverage flight helmets, marched forward in squadron formations toward their respective hangar bays on the Hangar Platform for final preparations.
The assembled squadrons stood in rows, receiving their commanders' final words.
"Gale Squadron, listen up! Today is our lucky day! Because our mission is—SWAT! FLIES!"
"...This is the tradition