Rozesh must have sensed it. After the fleet had marched for another half day and entered the T2 system, he laughed and said, "They're just the Empire's dreadnoughts. It's not like we've never fought them before. Last time, out on the Grand Ocean, we were outnumbered six to four."
Yu Lian felt somewhat comforted. "That's right. Now it's four on four. We have the advantage."
Fortunately, Earth's forces hadn't expected the Imperial vanguard to arrive early. Nor would the enemy have expected Yu's fleet to still have the will to fight after several battles in a row.
This was indeed a crazy battle, and one Yu Lian hadn't wanted. Once again, he realized that when it came to the art of war, he was still only a beginner. A true master strategist would have found a way to avoid this kind of dull, head-on clash, wouldn't he?
Thankfully, this was a world where power rested with the individual. When there was no way to break the deadlock, he could still place his hopes in personal valor.
He concentrated the firepower of all his dreadnoughts and battlecruisers in one area, then cut through the Imperial formation with a central breakthrough. In the most brutal fashion, amid the tragic spectacle of destruction and ruin, he charged straight for the Iron Fist. Then, using the same trick as before, he employed the gravity-field bombs for a "space-time teleportation" attack.
When Yu Lian once again personally boarded the Imperial flagship, their command structure inevitably fell into chaos.
At the same time, the Sylvester Fleet, which had initially been in the position of being rescued, launched an attack on the flank, perfectly supporting Yu's fleet's main assault.
After paying a bloody price, the Sylvester Fleet succeeded in making the fleets of the Leitarians and Bakwe