Toothy abruptly stopped, raised her hands above her head, and instead of panicking, she wore a confident smile.
He took a breath and shouted at Ragnar:
"Boss! Calm down, why would I play a trick on you?"
"I knew that one-armed shrimp nobleman would act so impulsively!"
"It would be best if we could hold them off with a dispersed formation, but it's okay if we can't!" Toothy pointed to the sky above, his voice firm and resolute.
"I knew from the beginning that with our current fleet strength, we simply couldn't stop the Imperium's capital ships."
"Rather than losing all our warships, let's deliberately create an opening, make them think we're vulnerable, and let them get carried away!"
Ragnar frowned, his eyes filled with suspicion:
"Deliberately creating a weakness? Why didn't you tell me before?"
"If I had told you beforehand, you definitely wouldn't have been able to act it out properly, boss!" Toothy shrugged, looking helpless.
"Those shrimps are very cunning. If our performance isn't convincing enough, how could they possibly dare to venture Duolidi's airspace?"
"How could they possibly focus all their attention on bombing us?"
"Now, all their warships are concentrated in Dorito's near-Earth orbit, and all their artillery is aimed at the ground."
"Their rear must be empty now!" Toothy's eyes lit up, and his tone became excited.
"I already transferred Blood Axes and the most elite assault fleet of the Evil Sunz Clan away!"
"A total of eighty of the fastest warships, led by Red Raven Blood Axes's most skilled ambush predator, have been hiding in the Asteroid Belt No. 3 for three days!"
"I sent them the signal just one day ago."
"They're now heading full speed ahead to Carl II Space Station!"
" Carl II?" Ragnar paused for a moment, then realized what he meant.
"You mean, raid their rear?"
"That's right!" Toothy nodded vigorously.
"All supplies for those shrimps must be transferred through the Carl II Space Station."
"Once we capture the Carl II and cut off their supply lines, they'll be trapped!"
"Without ammunition, fuel, and food, even with the most powerful warships, they will only grow weaker and weaker!"
"And," Toothy continued.
"Boss, think about it. Dorito used to be the Agri World of shrimp, which was very important to them."
"They certainly won't easily turn this place into scorched earth. Their ultimate goal is definitely to land on Dorito and take it back."
"They thought that by blowing up our surface structures, they could weaken our strength."
"But what they didn't know was that our main force had already moved underground and was hiding."
"Once their landing forces arrive, without the sustained fire support of the fleet, our billions of soldiers can swarm in and tear them all to shreds on the ground!"
The entire underground command center fell silent.
All the Warboss stared Daidai at Toothy, their faces showing disbelief.
They never imagined that war could be fought like this.
First, deliberately lose a round to lure the enemy deeper, then cut off their retreat, and finally trap and defeat them.
This is ten times more cunning than even the most cunning Blood Axes Orks!
Ragnar was also stunned, and slowly put down the large spoon in his hand.
He pondered Toothy's words carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more sense it made.
Yes, those small-time fleets are powerful, but they can't stay in the sky forever. They'll eventually have to come down.
As long as they dare to come down, without the support of the aerial cannons, with billions of our own men, are we afraid we can't defeat those tens of millions of shrimps?
Moreover, if we can really capture Carl II and cut off their supplies, then they will truly be trapped!
"Not bad!" Ragnar slapped his thigh, his anger largely gone.
Although he tried to maintain his authority as the boss and kept a straight face, the slight upturn of his lips showed that his mood had improved.
"So that's how it is! I misunderstood you, Toothy!"
Ragnar strode up to Toothy and patted him hard on the shoulder, almost knocking Toothy to the ground.
"Okay! We'll do it your way!"
"Pass down the order! All boys, hide underground and don't show your faces!"
"Conserve our strength. Once the shrimp's landing force comes down, we'll charge out and chop them all into mincemeat!"
"Yes, boss!" the surrounding Warboss responded in unison.
Toothy breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
That was close! I almost got chopped into mincemeat by Ragnar.
However, everything went according to his plan.
He raised his head and looked up at the rocks above him, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
Seven-Smasha, how will you cope this time?
Over Duolidi.
The Imperial Fleet's bombardment continued.
Countless beams of light and shells rained down on the ground as if they were free, each explosion sending up clouds of dust and flames.
The once lush mushroom fields are now a sea of fire.
Dominic specifically ordered the use of the " Stormfire " torpedo, which was designed to target plants.
After detonation, this type of torpedo creates a fiery vortex several kilometers in diameter with temperatures reaching thousands of degrees Celsius, capable of burning all organic matter to ashes.
One after another, tornado-shaped torpedoes were launched from the frigate's launch tubes, silently crashing into the mushroom fields.
A massive vortex of flames spun and moved continuously across the earth's surface.
Wherever it passed, all the mushrooms, Squig, and Orks that couldn't escape in time were instantly reduced to charcoal.
Thick black smoke shot straight into the sky, turning the sky over Dorito black.
The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell and the distinctive odor of burning mushrooms.
"Reporting, sir, Landmark Building Number One has been completely destroyed!"
"Report: The Mekboy Workshop in Zone 3 has been destroyed!"
"Report: The mushroom fields in areas three through seven are on fire, and the fire is out of control!"
Good news kept arriving on the bridge of the Gemstone.
Dominic stood before the holographic star map, looking calmly at the targets marked as "destroyed".
It was all part of his plan; he enjoyed the war in which he could control everything.
"Sir, we've already used up a third of our ammunition."
Just then, the adjutant cautiously reminded him, "According to the plan, we should prepare to retreat."
Dominic nodded and glanced at the time.
The bombing had been going on for a full half hour.
The targets that needed to be bombed have basically all been bombed.
"Okay," Dominic said, sounding somewhat unsatisfied.
"Prepare for the final wave of attacks."
"All warships, aim at all landmarks and launch all ' Mole ' missiles!"
"After the battle, retreat immediately and return to Carl II!"
"Yes, sir!"
Following Dominic's order, more than a dozen Imperium warships simultaneously opened their missile launch bays.
One after another, jet-black Mole missiles roared out, like black arrows, piercing the surface of Dorito.
These Mole missiles are equipped with specially designed armor-piercing and earth-penetrating warheads, capable of penetrating tens of meters of rock and concrete before exploding deep underground.
Their target is the Orks that may be hiding underground.