So they had only been providing cover, but anyone capable of wiping out a three-man Coordinator squad was considered a rather powerful presence even here in the entire First Fleet.
At the very least, among ordinary units like theirs, he absolutely had the strength to be respected.
And besides, even providing cover counted as a battle merit.
Though the thought was a little awkward, the captain still gestured for the girl at the communications station, whose eyes had likewise gone wide, to open the comms.
"Xu! That was amazing! Haha!"
"Thank you, sir."
Xu De did not sound too excited. His tone was as calm as ever.
But the attitude this captain had criticized before had now become the fine virtue of calm self-possession, of not growing arrogant over merit.
"Still, be careful. More are coming."
Though their position was on the fringe, as the formation advanced deeper, there would only be more and more enemies now.
"Understood."
Xu De replied simply, and at the same time returned to the Drake-class, switching in a magazine that had already been prepared and fixed outside the Drake's hull.
He had only just replaced the magazines for both guns when he saw six units in the distance fly out from the approaching Laurasia-class, heading toward the Roosevelt, which they were responsible for.
"Holy shit, have they lost their minds?"
Moody could not help saying.
Charging with only six units straight into the defensive net around the Roosevelt, made up of Drake-class ships, Moebius units, and Mistrals, was indeed extremely reckless.
"Something's off. The armament on the Ginn in the very center looks a little strange."
Draco frowned as he looked over as well.
"...It is off."
Xu De answered, his expression turning grave.
That thing looked like a heavy particle cannon—in other words,