Supplies

Although the Eagle Eye reconnaissance aircraft had been shot down, it successfully transmitted its intelligence in its final moments. A few seconds later, several thick beams of light descended from the sky, blasting a massive crater into ground that had appeared completely empty.

"Did we miss?"

"Send Eagle Eye reconnaissance aircraft over to take a look!"

"But the ground has Zerg anti-air defenses. A lot of our Eagle Eyes were shot down just now. If we lose more, it'll affect our grasp of the battlefield situation."

"Airdrop supplies to the Eagle Eye teams. Send them their reserve units!"

"Understood."

Although the Star Sea Alliance had previously been permitted to station a fleet of fifty million ships in this star system, most of them remained far from the treaty-signing planet. Only two formations, totaling two hundred warships, had been authorized to dock in the planet's orbit.

When the Star Sea Alliance fired the first shot on the surface, a fierce battle also erupted in low orbit. More than five thousand Zerg space combat units—Ancient Class—surrounded the two formations.

Although Epoch Clan warships outperformed every opponent the Zerg had encountered before, if the two sides had kept their distance, these two formations might truly have been able to fight at a one-to-twenty-five ratio. But in low orbit, the distance between both sides was not great. Moreover, the formations bore the crucial responsibility of receiving Epoch Clan elders and high-ranking foreign officials while also providing space-to-ground strike support. They simply could not withdraw in the short term. Thus, even with their outstanding performance, they were placed in an extremely passive position.

"Sir, headquarters has ordered us to deliver reserve components to the Eagle Eye teams!" When Eagle Eye teams normally went on missions, they generally carried at least two large units. But this