"An enemy fleet was spotted in the Aiken Sea, heading toward Crescent Strait? And there were two groups, one from the north and one from the south? A total of 158 ships?"
That afternoon, inside the council hall of Stargazing City, John listened to the intelligence Bob relayed through the communications device.
At that moment, John's heart sank to the bottom.
He had assumed the Allied Forces' warships would do as they had in the original plot—gather in great numbers and charge Crescent Strait. Therefore, when arranging the coastal defenses, he had concentrated most of the firepower on the peninsula by Crescent Strait.
Yet the intelligence brought back by the Mage Soldier reconnaissance squads he had deployed at the front clearly disproved his guess.
Had his performance on the battlefield forced the enemy to become more vigilant and alter their original assault tactics into an encirclement?
Damn it, why now?!
Looking at the real-time map before him, where he was being attacked from both front and rear, John immediately furrowed his brow.
But after pondering for a moment, he still made his decision.
"Marshal Bob, in your judgment, how long will it take the enemy's two fleets to reach our fire coverage zone?"
"According to the intelligence provided by Bababela's scouts, this fleet should belong to the Victoria Kingdom's Blazing Sun Fleet. Both its speed and reactor strength rank among Victoria's finest. From their current position, they should reach Crescent Strait in roughly four hours."
On the other end of the Communication Device, inside the Horst Battleship, Bob replied with a grave expression. After a slight pause, as though recalling something, he added to John, who had fallen silent for some reason.
"Also, since Victoria Kingdom has deployed such a large fleet, that means their commander-in-chief, Reginald Solaris, should have