Things went just as Yu Lian had predicted. The Imperial fleet that came rushing in unleashed a flurry of fire, but even its closest shot streaked past more than a thousand kilometers from the Amon, barely stirring its reaction shields.
Of course, that distance would have seemed immense on a planet's surface, but in space, it counted as close. At their current pace, the Imperial fleet's main force would need at most ten minutes to bring the Terrans within effective range of its Dragon's Breath kinetic cannons—and with the enemy ships facing them bow-on while the Terrans showed their sides and rear. The Terrans would find themselves in the same awkward position the General An Gu and Titanium City had faced moments ago, only in an even worse predicament.
Fortunately, before the tardy Imperial warships could unleash their full broadside, Yu Lian had already ordered his fleet into a hard turn to port, smoothly completing another fleet maneuver.
The towering vessels swung left like a herd of elephants doing the moonwalk, tracing a graceful, fluid arc.
The light trails from their particle thrusters stirred a string of ripples that vanished in an instant, as if flicking a cloud of dust into the faces of the charging Imperial fleet.
The leading Flame Dragons and Phoenixes still looked imposing and fierce, but on the screens they now seemed considerably battered and bedraggled.
"I've confirmed the enemy flagship's crest and hull number. It's the Border Conqueror," Rozes reported at a glance at the reconnaissance cameras, once again acting like a human database.
"Oh, the flagship of the Imperial Guard's Sixth Fleet. Their home port is Codex Fortress, in the Cold Era Sector, which borders the Abyss Nebula." Yu Lian felt he might have spotted a blind spot, but this wasn't the time to