"..." Upon learning how many Allied Forces warships were arriving as reinforcements, even Bob broke out in a cold sweat before falling into a long silence.
This intelligence was undoubtedly fatal to the Third Navy.
After all, no matter how much he trusted the strength of his own fleet, faced with a nearly eightfold disparity in forces, he found it hard to imagine what tactics could possibly turn the tide in such desperate circumstances.
What was more, John had just told him that the enemy reinforcements' current location was still unknown.
If they rashly chose to launch a direct assault on the known Crescent Fleet in order to seize control of the Aiken Sea, then without knowing the movements of the enemy naval reinforcements, they could easily be surrounded and utterly annihilated.
Furthermore, Crescent Strait was still under the control of the Darkmoon Clan. Under the firepower of the coastal artillery the enemy had positioned along its shores, landing troops was already extraordinarily difficult.
The reason he had just asked John to buy him fifteen days was precisely because of those coastal guns.
But now, under the pressure of 241 warships, Bob felt that rather than considering how to win this naval battle, he might as well think about how to lead his forces safely out of Faoken.
Yet the key issue was that if he truly withdrew in order to preserve his strength, then the responsibility for losing the Fauken Front would undoubtedly fall upon the Third Navy afterward.
As the fleet commander, he naturally would not escape being court-martialed.
And it would also give the Old Guard Party an excuse to make things difficult for Grand Marshal Ostan.
Therefore, even though he knew this was destined to be an exceptionally difficult battle, he still had to lead his