Lin Nanyi led the fleet in a mad-dog charge. He even ordered the Typhoon-class battlecruisers and Calamity-class battlecruisers, which had been providing long-range support, to follow the main formation into the assault.
That way, the main fleet could protect those relatively vulnerable warships as well, preventing them from coming under attack by the enemy's Star Destroyers.
At this stage of the battle, formations no longer meant anything anyway. He was simply fighting and killing in utter chaos. As long as they could inflict real damage on the Empire's fleet, they could keep intimidating the enemy, making them timid and unwilling to come forward and fight to the death.
It was like being cornered in an alley by a gang of thugs. Your best chance of survival was not to curl up and passively take a beating, but to endure a few blows and grab a brick to smash one of them to the ground, leaving his head bloody. Only then would the others not dare risk their lives against you.
Lin Nanyi continued relentlessly pursuing the Imperial sub-fleet in Sector D-37 that he had attacked earlier. On one hand, he was beating a drowning dog. On the other, he was leaving the Imperial warships in the other sectors some room.
Room for what?
Room to run!
As Lin Nanyi gritted his teeth and savagely battered the fleet in Sector D-37, he kept chanting inwardly for the Imperial warships in the other sectors to run already and stop firing those potshots from afar.
Several hundred Imperial-class Star Destroyers were still a massive threat, even if they hesitated to advance. Hiding in the rear and firing from a distance, they could maintain an unceasing barrage. Those densely packed turbolaser beams were all deadly threats. Lin Nanyi could not even slow the fleet's