King Vellent admitted that he couldn't make sense of it either. Now that the other Earth warships had left the protection of that ghost battleship, weren't they all stragglers who had withdrawn from the New World? Excluding the torpedo boats—there was still plenty of debate over whether this new model even counted as a warship—they had barely thirty ships between them.
The biggest ships were no more than regular carriers.
And yet they had actually split up.
The Silent moved alone, like a knight charging a dragon, barreling straight toward the fortress as if she really intended to pull off the feat of taking it on single-handedly. Meanwhile, the rest of the warships began maneuvering along the outer-space orbit of the seventh planet, as though they were running a marathon.
"If they make another half circuit, they'll enter the range of Gravity Well No. 2. Are they planning to take the Breeze Route back to Shengyuan? That works too—they'll run straight into General Nobov's fleet." King Vellent smiled.
That was certainly the most logical inference. But he also knew that every Earthling who had made it this far was brave and loyal. They had all accepted that they might have to risk everything to survive. How could they abandon their commander and run?
"So they're planning to have the ghost smash the fortress while they hold off our fleet?"
That was also a very plausible scenario, given the circumstances. It just made no sense at all.
Yes, the vast empire was already "out of troops." The Imperial fleet stationed at Chenxiao Fortress numbered less than ten times the size of that small fleet, which did look a little paltry. But this was still a mobile fleet made up of large and medium-sized modern warships! It had six regular carriers and