Marshal Farrell gave his old friend a meaningful look and smiled helplessly. "All right, all right. Sometimes you really are so perceptive it's annoying."
"The situation at Yaochi is easy enough to understand. It's like a Stran stone mushroom that can't be boiled soft or chewed apart—not so easy to take." General Orosha quoted an Imperial saying. "But what happened to Yang Xiyi's fleet?"
He wasn't a fleet commander, but he knew that Marshal Farrell had already tried every means at his disposal to catch Yang Xiyi's fleet. Of course, given that instant communications were impossible across this vast expanse of space and the routes were far too numerous and interconnected, even with several Imperial fleets in hot pursuit, all led by excellent commanders, it would still be difficult to ensure they drove their opponent into a dead end.
It was easy to imagine that this grand game of hide-and-seek would continue for a long time yet.
Yes, their side wouldn't catch Yang's fleet slipping so easily, but with the enemy reduced to doing little more than hide and run, they couldn't cause any more trouble, either.
All their routes to Yaochi had been blockaded, so they couldn't go help the Thirty-Eighth Division. The only route they could use to retreat through the Eye of Dawn had also been sealed off, leaving them no way to escape this star sector. And with the scale of the escorts and the range of patrols and sentries increasing, their chances of attacking supply convoys and patrol fleets had grown ever slimmer.
Indeed, General Orosha hadn't heard of any attacks on their supply fleets for nearly a week.
Marshal Farrell said, "I broadcast the news that Yaochi's urban district had been breached across the entire star sector. Then I sent another supply convoy along