[Current distance: 60,000 kilometers] [Flight path calculation complete, ballistic calculation complete!]
Zhao Zijie stared fixedly at the holographic projection before him, breathing hard through the pale yellow deep-sea fluid inside his Deep-Sea Pod.
Let's give them a taste of our electromagnetic cannons first!
As he thought, he issued an order through the brainwave reader.
First Fleet, fire!
The next moment, all sixty Starships of the First Fleet obeyed Zhao Zijie's command, spewing countless tongues of flame ahead!
The distance between the enemy ships and their own continued to shrink.
Whether through inexperience or sheer confidence in their Starships, the Proxima Centauri fleet advanced in an utterly predictable fashion-their course was a perfectly straight line!
But as the First Fleet opened fire, the Proxima Centauri fleet abruptly abandoned its brazen advance.
On the star chart, the 120 red dots scattered in every direction like startled flies!
At the sight, Zhao Zijie's expression darkened slightly.
He did not know why the enemy had chosen such chaotic maneuvers, but there was no question that these unpredictable flight paths were extremely effective against their electromagnetic cannon fire.
The electromagnetic cannon projectiles needed around ten seconds to reach the enemy ships.
A ten-second delay, combined with the enemy's wildly erratic evasive maneuvers...
The firepower of a mere sixty [Golden Crow] battleships simply was not enough!
Tch...
The corner of Zhao Zijie's mouth twitched, and he clicked his tongue softly.
A mouthful of deep-sea fluid slipped into his mouth.
"...Ptoo." He spat out the deep-sea fluid irritably.
He had to admit, the stuff really did interfere with performance, especially when giving commands.
Almost every Starship pilot had experienced accidentally swallowing a mouthful of deep-sea fluid.
The sensation... was unforgettable, in all the wrong ways.
Watching the enemy ships still darting about like headless flies,