They had been fighting across the Dawn Nebula for nearly two months, and their communications with home seemed to have reverted to the early days of interstellar exploration. They still had no clear idea how things were going over in the Far Shore Nebula.
And if you set aside the scale of the battlefield, the Yang Fleet had indeed achieved a record of ten victories in ten battles in the Dawn Nebula.
Because of their commander's style, the Yang Fleet had always stuck to the principle of avoiding enemies they couldn't beat, and also avoiding enemies they could beat only at the cost of heavy losses. Judging purely by the casualty ratio, Yang Xiyi's fleet, which didn't even have a single dreadnought, looked far better than Yu Lian's fleet back home.
But even so, Yang Xiyi would never dare let success go to his head.
He and his command staff knew full well that a miracle like the one at Unity Fortress was almost impossible to repeat.
Besides, in Yang Xiyi's view, his own record of "ten victories in ten battles" was greatly inflated. By now, the number of warships he'd sunk, large and small, had already reached three digits, but more than ninety percent of them had belonged to various "collaborationist armies."
In fact, by late October, the Yang Fleet was still playing hide-and-seek with the enemy among the stars when it abruptly realized that the main opponents it had to deal with had changed.
The Galactic Empire had indeed changed its approach. It was clear that despite their overwhelming numerical superiority, they had no intention of wasting precious forces on guerrilla warfare against one man.
The Empire's leadership had concentrated its new high-speed warships and organized them into three task forces. Each had at least three times the