Guidance

In the vast sea of stars.

Inside a War Axe Battleship.

After a round of discussion, the Bullheads reached a unanimous conclusion.

"The key to this battle will undoubtedly be supplies!"

"The Myriad Heavens Race army is so far from its target that it will definitely need to resupply several times along the way. The Light Sail Fleet will most likely make trouble during those resupply operations."

"That's right! When the Warhawk Legion resupplies, the Wandering Earths will have to stop. To the Celestial Race, that would be a perfect opportunity."

"Once the Giant Balls stop, it will take at least several minutes to get back up to speed. On top of that, some Warhawks will be resupplying and unable to attack, which is equivalent to a major drop in combat strength."

"This situation really won't be easy to handle."

"The Myriad Heavens Race might suffer a huge loss."

"The Myriad Heavens Fox is going to have a headache!"

These Silver Hoof War Generals were divided into two camps.

One camp was worried, while the other was somewhat gleeful at their misfortune.

Next.

The strange escorting situation continued for a full three hours.

At last, the Warhawk Legion changed.

A portion of the bird-hunting eagles gradually approached the Wandering Earth.

The Bullheads immediately noticed this.

"Are they going to resupply?"

"Probably. The interval before this resupply seems much shorter than the last one."

"That's normal. The Light Sail Fleet is watching them like tigers, so the bird-hunting eagles' fuel tanks need to carry more fuel to deal with emergencies."

Some Bullheads looked excited.

"They're probably about to fight!"

"The Light Sail Fleet has its chance to attack."

These War Generals were eager for the Myriad Heavens Race to suffer losses, and every one of them watched expectantly.

Very soon.

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