As the spirit of vengeance stopped, the war situation remained unimproved.
The Black Legion failed to occupy a dominant position, and now it can only allow more imperial ships to gather. In the fourth hour of the battle, more imperial warships have been slowly in place with the support of the new frigate formation. The imperial navy has already He mobilized all the forces in the galaxy regardless of the cost.
Iongraspeer had no such support, and his fleet had no such discipline, his warriors scattered in sabotage operations, his force trapped in a cluster of small ships.
He gradually became unable to sustain the raid.
"Sir, I'm afraid we have no chance..."
Damn it, Marco started nagging again, but Iongrasper had to admit that the other party was right. If he didn't make a choice at this moment, they would really suffer defeat and then be hunted, day after day. , until death comes in a remote skirmish.
What a sad way to die.
Eingraspeer walked to the command platform, called up the fleet's readings, and entered new orders.
"It's not over yet."
He growled, scanning the darkened bridge.
"Send new allegiance codes to all gang jumpers."
He wants the commander of the empire to know that if the other party is willing to sacrifice, then he is willing too!
Soon, there was a sudden movement in the empire's forward frigate group, and several frigates suddenly turned around.
They then fired their full payloads towards the Imperial center formation, all guns firing simultaneously, the space around them illuminated with flashes of light as a flurry of ship-killing shells roared through the increasingly narrowing gap between the two.
A Moon-class cruiser belonging to the Astral Knights had nowhere to escape. With a series of violent explosions, the shells hit the side, breaking the void shield and penetrating the hull under the shield.
At the same time, some landing craft flew out from the frigates and headed straight for the cruiser whose engine was down.
"One more round."
Aingra Speer frowned as he looked at the tactical screen full of enemy ship signals, wondering how long the jump gang could last.
His plan is also very simple. All gang jumping teams will perform a second gang jumping on the spot!
They will use the captured frigate as a springboard to continue jumping gangs towards Imperial warships, continuing this operation if new warships are captured.
This action can effectively disrupt the empire's deployment and formation, but of course the price is that the gang-hopping team will continue to suffer losses during the gang-hopping process. In the first gang-hopping process, 23% of the personnel were consumed in the gang-hopping process. Most are destroyed in the void, and the closer you get to enemy capital ships, the higher these numbers get.
According to the meditator's calculations, when performing the third gang jump, the attrition rate will be as high as 60%!
This also means that out of the 1,000 soldiers who performed the task of jumping gangs, fewer than 200 will eventually be able to perform the third gang-hopping task...
At the same time, there is a high probability that these one thousand people will not survive.
It is also a cold calculation and exchange. If the other party wants to use battleships to exchange personnel with him, then he will exchange them!
Suddenly, the timer rang the bell, and the battle had continued for the eighth hour.
In an instant, a new command was transmitted to the Spirit of Vengeance.
When he saw this order, Einglasper was almost stunned, because at this time the retreat order came from the Warmaster——
A fleet of red pirates had already taken advantage of the orbit of the Empire to suddenly attack the Pai Mao Star when the main force of the Empire was exhausted. It boarded against the fierce firepower of the boulder and picked up the main force of the Black Legion led by Abaddon.
The battle is over.
But Aingra Speer felt like a fool.
But after the initial anger, he calmed down.
He has fought enough, and he will not use the fleet to fall apart to restore his honor.
The gang jumpers have disrupted the enemy's formation, and the empire has been temporarily trapped.
"What are your orders?"
Ion Grasper knew what to do without looking at the tactical screen, and just thinking about it made him sick, but they had no choice.
"Broadcast new logo."
he growled, savoring the pain of yet another - withdrawal.
"Everyone turns around, sails at full speed...retreat!"
But when the battle has entered this stage, retreat has even become a luxury. It seems that the movement of the Black Legion fleet has been decided, and the Imperial fleet began to tighten the noose.
The cruisers began to approach from both sides, constantly compressing the range of activities of the Black Legion fleet. At the same time, the remaining small warships approached frantically regardless of the danger of jumping gangs. Even if they could only launch a few torpedoes, they could slow down the Black Legion's speed.
Irongraspeer began to feel that a huge danger was approaching, and his fleet was likely to be torn apart by the opponent during the retreat.
He must hurt the opponent or cause the opponent's command to fail.
Orders echoed across the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, and Iongraspeer's two lieutenants took up their positions at the top of the wide staircase leading to the command platform.
Iongra Speer himself was studying the bird divination diagram intently. The imperial fleet began to move. Their formation seemed to be still tight, but the forward line was actually fragmented. At the same time, several captured warships were interspersed among them. This was actually A hidden danger.
If you retreat for a while, it seems that there will be a gap in the opponent's formation. This is an opportunity——
"You have a fleet."
He thought while looking at the forward of the imperial fleet that was constantly chasing.
"There are weapons, but do you have the guts?"
"Execute formation change."
Soon, new orders were issued.
Orders were passed down the ranks, throughout the fleet, and the ships began to move.
In previous battles, the Ceaseless Fury and Immortal Steel had been occupying rearguard positions to prevent flanking raids by the Empire's fast strike forces.
But now the battleship began to turn, surpassing the destroyers around it and taking up the forward position.
Re-formulating the tactics, Eingraspeer imagined that this desperate fight would hurt the opponent. It might not equalize the situation, but it would eventually bleed the Imperials.
Then, the most ferocious, close-to-ship, ship-to-ship massacre began, a shield-shattering orgy.
"Do you have the guts?"
he thought again, repeating the words in his mind like a mantra.
"I don't think you have."
"grown ups!"
The surveillance deck interrupted.
"The enemy has accelerated."
He glanced at the holographic projection interface and found that the imperial forwards were gradually approaching. It seemed that they also saw the same thing - an opportunity to kill.
This caused the empire's tight formation to become somewhat fragmented.
Iongraspeer gave a savage smile.
He saw the fast-attack frigate burning its engines and accelerating forward, clearing the area of fire for the behemoth behind.
"Come on, you fucking Imperial bastard."
He whispered to his pursuers, watching the shining runes move like pieces on a regicide chessboard.
"...let us risk our lives for a gamble."
