Still, he had to count himself fortunate.
The other side had only ten vessels, and only four of them had gone berserk and launched eight Carbon-Based Torpedoes! If they had had twenty-four vessels, they would have launched forty-eight.
He could hardly imagine such a situation.
Under cover of the night and the sea, the enemy could easily slip past the destroyers and cruisers' screen and strike the primary targets.
General William, commander of the A Faction Fleet, had gone pale. He could not believe what he was seeing.
His fleet—the strongest fleet in this great war, the protagonist of the stage—had suffered such a devastating blow in an instant.
"Damn it, are we really going to play out that tired old plot again?"
"Every time, the protagonist gets beaten up first, then successfully strikes back?"
Wenren Sheng could not help but laugh when he heard that.
It seemed reality really was like that.
The protagonist always had to endure an initial beating before finally striking back and winning.
Of course, that was because protagonists were often newly emerging things, and anything new was always immature.
Only after it matured could it win.
So there was nothing wrong with television dramas portraying it that way.
"Reorganize the defenses!"
"Retreat!"
They could not keep advancing.
They had to retreat and reorganize their forces.
Ideally, they would repair the damaged ships. Three aircraft carriers had been hit by torpedoes, and one of them could not be saved.
But the other two could still be salvaged.
And now, the situation had changed.
It had originally been six against four. Now it was three against four.
Although all of his were heavy aircraft carriers while the enemy had only two, the question was: who knew whether there were more terrifying torpedoes waiting for them in