In the cold, silent universe, the traces left by any sizable fleet movement were extremely difficult to conceal, and the Earth Defense Force had never intended to hide its fleet's whereabouts.
Thus, the 400 invading warships naturally headed straight into the Kuiper Belt, toward the dense cluster of asteroids where Earth's main force lay concealed!
The Tracker Phalanx continued to roar across the battlefield.
These sustained-fire emplacements were like towers in a tower-defense game. Their damage was pitiful, but as long as they had enough energy and ammunition, leaving them alone meant they could keep firing through every minute of overtime. They were incredibly annoying.
That was the home-field advantage!
Once their fire was concentrated on the 400 invading warships heading toward the Solar System, the phalanxes' firepower grew even denser.
Yet the Iron Wall Fleet merely activated a fleet-wide Atmospheric Aegis and easily intercepted every one of these Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles with their simple trajectories.
It was like watching a shield warrior charge through a hail of bullets.
But as an elite force of the Empire, the Iron Wall Fleet might have been renowned for defense, yet it was no armored turtle that could only take a beating. Its counterattack came quickly.
Rows of large-caliber, quintuple-barreled cannons rose from the tops of the wide-bodied warships.
Bang, bang, bang! Heavy metal shells roughly two meters in diameter shot out at high speed.
Three hundred warships fired three volleys, sending more than 4,500 metal shells straight toward Tracker Battery Three, whose coordinates had already been exposed!
"Uh... what are these guys doing? We're already in the interstellar age, and they're still playing around with big ships and big guns?"
"These attacks are way too slow. And they're solid projectiles, with so few of them at that. Do they think we