Following Dominic's order, the Imperial Fleet immediately changed formation.
The Gemstone and three Mars-class Battlecruiser formed a pincer movement, charging at the forefront.
More than twenty cruisers and fifty frigates were positioned on both sides and behind the arrow, forming a tight protective ring.
The entire fleet, like a sharp dagger, pierced straight into the Orks ' defenses.
"Fire!"
At Dominic's command, the Gemstone's three main light lances fired simultaneously.
Three dazzling white beams of light pierced the dark space and instantly struck the foremost Orks warship.
The Orks warship didn't even have time to react before the light spear pierced through its hull.
A massive explosion erupted in space, instantly blasting the Orks warship into countless fragments.
Immediately afterwards, the Nova Cannon of the three battlecruisers also opened fire simultaneously.
The powerful main gun shells slammed into the Orks fleet, piercing through more than a dozen small Orks warships, and then bursting into flames.
The Orks Fleet clearly hadn't expected the Imperial Fleet to be so ferocious, and instead concentrated its forces to launch an attack.
They were immediately thrown into chaos, turning their cannons around and opening fire on the Imperial Fleet.
However, their firepower was too scattered, and most of the Orks warships were too far from the Imperial Fleet Imperial Fleet inflict any effective damage on it.
The sporadic artillery fire that struck the Gemstone's Void Shield only created ripples, failing to penetrate Void Shield.
Left with no other choice, they had to spend their time quickly surrounding the human fleet.
Just as Lynn predicted, the Orks ' technology had a fatal flaw in the early to mid-game.
Their warships varied greatly in quality; some focused on defense and firepower but were extremely slow, crawling like turtles.
Some prioritize mobility and are extremely fast, but are incredibly fragile and can be sunk with just a few Macro-cannon.
They always relied on numbers to win battles, using a dense swarm of warships to overwhelm the enemy.
But now, they have scattered their own formation, which has given the Imperial Fleet the opportunity to create numerous regional "one-on-one" opportunities.
The Imperial Fleet only needs to face a few or a dozen Orks warships at a time, and no longer needs to face an attack from several times the number of enemies.
The Gemstone and its three battlecruisers advanced with unstoppable momentum, sinking the Orks warships that stood in their way as if cutting melons and vegetables.
The surrounding cruisers and frigates also opened fire, shooting down all the small Orks warships and fighters that tried to approach.
The Orks ' defenses were as flimsy as paper, easily breached by the Imperial Fleet.
When the Orks warships in other directions realized something was wrong and turned around to rush towards the Imperial Fleet, it was already too late.
They were too far from the Imperial Fleet; by the time they arrived, the Imperial Fleet had already broken through to a deeper area.
Moreover, on their way there, they were constantly harassed and intercepted by Imperium frigates, suffering heavy losses.
In less than two hours, the Imperial Fleet completely broke through the Orks ' orbital defenses and successfully reached the skies above Dorito.
"Great! We did it!"
On the bridge of the Gemstone, the officers were in high spirits.
Dominic breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.
The first step was a success.
"Order all warships to begin bombing at the designated targets!" Dominic shouted the order.
"Prioritize bombing landmark buildings, starports, Mekboy workshops, and mushroom fields. Don't hold back your firepower!"
"Yes, sir!"
Following Dominic's order, all Imperium warships, except those on guard, opened fire simultaneously.
Countless beams of light and projectiles began to bombard the surface of Planet Dorito.
Huge explosions rang out one after another, the earth trembled, and the sky was dyed red by the flames.
Orks buildings collapsed under the bombardment, and mushroom fields were burned to ashes.
The first to be hit was the Cauldron City of Ragnar.
Cauldron City is the largest Orks city on Dorito Planet and also the stronghold of Ragnar.
It is the largest in scale, the tallest in building, and the most conspicuous.
Countless cannon fire focused on the sky above Cauldron City, turning the entire city into a sea of fire.
At this moment, in the command center underground of Cauldron City.
Ragnar, Toothy, and a dozen or so Warboss were sitting around a table, discussing the upcoming ambush plan.
"When those shrimps run out of ammunition, we'll rush out from all sides and surround them all!"
"I can't believe it Ragnar said excitedly, waving the large ladle in his hand in the air.
"I want to personally throw that one-armed shrimp noble into a big pot and stew him into a simmered dish!"
"That's right, stew all the shrimp into a paste!" The surrounding Warboss cheered along.
Just then, the entire underground command center suddenly began to shake violently.
Dust fell from above, and the large bowl on the table overturned on the ground, spilling the stew all over the floor.
"What's going on? Was there an earthquake?" Ragnar frowned and said with displeasure.
Before the words were finished, a Orks communications soldier scrambled in, his face filled with terror:
"Boss, boss, something terrible has happened!"
"The shrimp's fleet is attacking! They've reached Dorito and are bombarding the ground."
"What?!"
Ragnar suddenly stood up, staring at the communications soldier in disbelief.
"Impossible, where is our fleet?"
"Weren't our fleet supposed to be holding them off from the outside? How come they've broken in so quickly!"
"Our fleet has been scattered!" the communications officer said with a mournful face.
"That shrimp's fleet is too cunning. They concentrated all their firepower and charged straight in from one direction. Our warships can't stop them at all!"
Ragnar's face instantly turned ashen.
He turned his head sharply, staring intently at Toothy, his eyes bloodshot and filled with rage.
" Toothy!"
Ragnar let out a roar, Waaagh Field around him surged instantly, filling the entire underground command room with green light.
"You dare to mess with me! Didn't you say those shrimps would be held back by our scattered formation? How come they just charged in?"
I'm going to kill you!
With his eyes reddening, Ragnar lunged at Toothy.
His enormous hand, accompanied by a whistling sound, viciously grabbed at Toothy.
Several guards around him also raised their weapons and surrounded Toothy.
Although Toothy has grown to be as tall as an average Ork Boyz, he still looks very small next to Ragnar, who is over four meters tall.
But his reactions were exceptionally quick.
He simply sidestepped and dodged Ragnar's capture.
Then his foot slipped, and like an eel, he slipped between the two guards.
"Don't be angry, boss! Don't be angry!" Toothy shouted as he ran.
"This was just an accident. If the first step doesn't work, we still have a backup plan! We still have a backup plan! Have you forgotten?"
Ragnar, having missed his target, became even more furious.
He turned around and lunged at Toothy again:
"A backup plan? What backup plan?! If you can't give me a straight answer today, I'll chop you into mincemeat and feed you to Squig!"
Toothy weaved between tables and chairs, and although Ragnar and his guards outnumbered him, they couldn't keep up with him for a while.
As he ran, he turned back and shouted at Ragnar:
"Boss, I knew this would happen!"
"I really do have a backup plan, a plan that will ensure none of those shrimps escape!"
Ragnar stopped, panting heavily, staring intently at Toothy.
His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Okay, I'll trust you one more time."
Ragnar gritted his teeth and said, "Speak, what's your backup plan?"