Leon was a top student, and the other Mecha Knights were no useless trash either.
Anyone who had stood out through layer after layer of knight selection was a genius in ordinary people's eyes.
So the skills and tactics they usually trained in could now come into play.
Those fighting alone could imitate Leon and wage guerrilla warfare.
Those who had gathered together could employ wolf-pack tactics and tear into large warships.
In a very short time, chaos began erupting in the rear of the Blue Star Federation fleet.
Amid the chaos, ships that sensed danger tried to withdraw, but commands could not be relayed in time, while the constantly changing situation forced the supercomputer to revise its plans without pause.
In the end, the chaos spread and grew increasingly severe.
Leon shook off the several warships chasing him, cursing under his breath.
"Damn it, I only blew up a few of your supply ships. Do you have to keep biting at my ass?"
Because he had been too active, the Blue Star Federation fleet began organizing small-scale encirclement operations. They even dared to fire through their own forces.
Leon had nearly been cornered and only barely managed to shake off his pursuers.
Just then, a friendly signal popped up on his radar.
The other party was in just as sorry a state, fleeing with three warships on its tail.
Most of the North Wind Assault Team knew one another.
The identification code showed it was an acquaintance. Leon grinned maliciously and sent a message. "Draw their attention, Sidekick."
"Fuck, Leon, you slut, get over here and help! I'm going to shove these idiots' heads up their own asses."
Clearly, being chased around by enemies was humiliating enough. Having an acquaintance see it made it even more infuriating.
"Draw their