Considering the existence of the Steel Warship, Jabbar did not rush to make a move. Instead, he waited patiently for the right moment.
At present, whether they could deal with and capture the opposing Steel Warship had become the key factor determining the course of the entire war that followed. They had to handle it with extreme caution.
Hans understood this as well.
Within a fleet, the existence of a Saint Realm Mage was equivalent to possessing a strategic-level weapon. It was the most crucial trump card determining victory or defeat.
Once they made a move, it had to change the course of the battle and determine the victor.
Conversely, if they failed, they would fall into a passive situation where all their trump cards had been revealed and they had nothing left to play. It might even cause them to lose the entire battle.
"Send a signal and have them gather together to hold back the opposing fleet!"
As the distance between them continued to close, the position of Barton's main fleet had now entered the range observable by their signals.
However, the Barton fast ships that had already become headless flies might or might not notice the instructions from their side. No one could say for sure.
"Tsk!"
Faced with this situation, Hans had no choice but to do his best to command.
During this process, several Barton fast ships noticed the instructions from their side and began acting in accordance with them, but several others lost control completely.
This situation forced Hans to adjust his original plan.
"Pass the order to the entire fleet. Change to an attack formation and advance by concentrating on a single direction!"
If the ten Barton fast ships on the other side could effectively coordinate with him, then compared with the enemy,