"Damn it!" The Commander cursed furiously. "Why aren't they playing by the rules? If they expose their backs to us like this, do they think we won't fire at them?"
Yet in the face of the Pirate Alliance Second Fleet's bombardment, Hawkins completely ignored the damage they took. His entire fleet relentlessly pursued and attacked the Pirate Alliance Fifth Fleet. Under the fierce assault, casualties and losses on both sides soared wildly. In a single exchange, the Fifth Fleet was beaten into complete disarray by the Star Alliance. Many warships were sunk before they could even return fire.
The Star Alliance's losses were also severe. Five warships had been crippled and lost mobility. If they took a few more hits, they would likely sink beyond any hope of rescue.
But the Commander was frantic. Sinking those five ships gave him no sense of achievement whatsoever. If the Fifth Fleet kept fighting like this, it would be completely wiped out in less than half an hour. The Star Alliance still held an overwhelming advantage!
The Commander was so furious he nearly spat blood. When he saw the situation on Shiryu's side, he nearly passed out. Quite a few ships in that entire fleet were smoking. Just how badly had the Star Alliance beaten them? Could they still be of any help in that state?
Helplessly, the Commander hurriedly gave the order for the Fifth Fleet to close ranks and retreat, avoiding a direct confrontation with the Star Alliance. At the same time, the Second Fleet moved toward the Fifth Fleet, preparing to join up with them.
The Commander was on the verge of tears. They were the Pirate Alliance's second elite fleet, renowned throughout the New World. How had they ended up in such a chaotic state, battered senseless by the