The defeat became a rout.
The instant Levi shouted the order to retreat, the remaining seventy Proxima Centauri ships began turning around and fleeing toward Proxima b.
Zhao Zijie stared excitedly at the holographic projection before him.
On the display, the Proxima Centauri Fleet's collapse under Metal Storm was plain to see.
He clenched his fists hard!
Victory in their first battle!
As Human Civilization's first head-on Interstellar War, this victory was undoubtedly an enormous boost to morale!
When he noticed signs that the alien ships were fleeing the battlefield, a ruthless gleam flashed in his eyes.
You think you can come and go as you please? Not a chance!
"First Fleet requesting permission to pursue!"
He quickly submitted the request to the fleet's supreme commander, Lü Yongchang.
Looking at Zhao Zijie's pursuit request, Lü Yongchang sank into thought.
Should we pursue them or not?
As the old saying went, never pursue a desperate enemy.
But the current situation seemed somewhat different.
The Proxima Centauri Fleet's combat strength was far weaker than he had imagined!
Before open warfare broke out, he had run countless simulations in his mind.
Yet he had never imagined that the fleet sent by Proxima Centauri would fail to survive even the first volley of electromagnetic cannon fire!
Watching their utterly disorganized formation, a bold possibility gradually emerged in Lü Yongchang's mind.
Could the Proxima Centauri Civilization be all show, ready to crumble at the slightest touch?
As that thought took shape, he pressed his lips together firmly, his gaze growing increasingly fierce.
"Permission to pursue granted!"
"First Fleet, Second Fleet, pursue the enemy ships together."
As the order went out, 120 brilliant points of light instantly appeared in the dark expanse of space!
[Ahead Four]
Watching the 120 Golden Crow battleships break