A Rout Across a Thousand Miles (Part 2)
The adjutant pointed at the holographic tactical star map. "The Imperial fleet's offensive is starting to get a little aggressive."
"They must have received news of Gideon Tarkin's death as well... If they can't carry out their earlier tactical plan now, this will be a humiliating defeat." Lin Nanyi understood that too.
He quickly pulled up the enemy fleet's real-time trajectory map and found that the Imperial fleet had split off more than a hundred capital ships, which were rapidly thrusting toward the D-37 gap in an unusually tight wedge formation—this was not the chaos he had hoped for, but a desperate decapitation strike!
Lin Nanyi's pupils contracted. "They're going to force their way through our left flank from that direction! We can't let them break through! Have the Calamity-class battlecruisers provide long-range fire support immediately!"
"General! The Imperial fleet is also swinging around toward our right flank!" the adjutant shouted.
"Reinforce the right flank too!" Lin Nanyi ordered almost instinctively. "Send two Divinity-class battleships over!"
Then he froze. He suddenly realized what he was doing. How foolish!
"General, this won't work! Our formation is under attack everywhere. There are too many Imperial warships! We can't stop them at all!" the adjutant said. "Should we keep retreating?"
"No! We can't retreat!" Lin Nanyi practically roared.
He could not retreat! His mind had cleared considerably. Since leaving Sefrans Tann, he had devoted too much energy to politics and his romance with Feng Lisi, neglecting the most fundamental thing—his military judgment.
Even during the previous battle against The Eye of Palpatine, General Grievous had cautioned him. Yet before long, he was busy worrying about how to bring corporate power into the fight against the Rebel Alliance that seemed to be everywhere. He had never