The converging beams dwarfed the fragile shields in just a few seconds, but the fleet quickly joined them, and the mighty light of death was fended off by the smiling Assassin that followed.

If it weren't for the 7,000 colonists on there, he would have held his coffee in his hand and smiled at the stench of O'Grady turning into the void, right? No sooner had Fazzani breathed a sigh of relief than Major Fotienne's hurried voice could be heard on the tactical table.

"Not good, General, they sent out fighter boats, in the number of ...... 25 ships! ”

"Let all carrier ships continue to fly at maximum speed in the direction of the star while ......" Fazani paused.

"Shaw, let Mike strike......" he finally gave the order, and just a few hours earlier, he had thought that he didn't need to say it again on this mission.

"All of them? Checkmate? Shaw confirmed.

"Well, all of them." Let the other party know that it is difficult to retreat...... It also gives these children more chances to survive...... He was in his heart.

"The flying teams have been dispatched, General." Shaw debriefed.

"Well, I saw it." Fazzani walked to the porthole and watched the vipers with black wings painted on the wings and cabins, ejecting from several cruisers and destroyers, forming in formation at the front of the fleet, the bright fuselages of five colors neatly arranged, like a guard of honor waiting to be reviewed, and like a smile on the new painting of the huge planet Telamon in front of them.

25 vs. 80 ...... Walken ...... What will be done? Stand back or send more? It's damn time, I wish it had gone faster......

"Enemy planes are diving! Are they going to bypass our destroyers? Shaw thought something strange.

"What the hell? What are you thinking? Are we going to let them bypass the viper and attack the fleet? Fazani muttered.

"25 fighter boats are not much of a threat to our combat ships, they should still be coming for carrier ships!" Shaw judged.

"It seems so......"

"Shall we intercept it, General?"

"Call Mike, I want his opinion." Fazani muttered, Shaw moved quickly, and Mike appeared on the tactical board in an instant. Petowski's face covered with stubble. Petowski's eyes were not fixed on the screen because of the camera angle inside the helmet, his face was slightly white under the light of the viewfinder, and as soon as the communication was connected, he immediately said: "General, I need your order to attack!" ”

"I'm not sure, Mike, I mean these Hothman airships don't seem to be a big threat, even if they get into our fleet." Fazani clenched his fists. "We've got three damn cruisers, all armed to the teeth, can't we deal with this bunch of aphids?"

"They're going for the carriers, not for Deathwings or your fleet! These preemptive airships must be eliminated......"

"yes, starter...... You used a good vocabulary. Fazani stroked his forehead and smiled bitterly. Look at their carriers, Mike, how many more will they send if this wave is killed? ”

"General! The enemy is about to reach the bottom of the fleet! Your decision? Shaw interjected.

"If the attack on these 25 airships of theirs is deadlocked, won't they send backups? Checkmate! By that time, we will be attacked on the back of the enemy, and we will lose the opportunity for numerical superiority! Petowski looked at the screen with a gritty glint in his eyes.

Annihilate this wave of enemy forces? What the stinky boy said is not unreasonable, but this is the big picture, and Mike's focus is probably only for the moment...... Time! I need time!

"The enemy has crossed the Wings of Death's axis, General!" Seeing that Fazzani was still hesitant, although Xiao knew the disgust of his superiors towards this matter, he still faithfully carried out the mission of his assistant again.

Her urging finally paid off, and Fazzani, who was still undecided, had to nod slowly to her in this situation.

"Death's Wings immediately launched an interception...... Permission to attack! Shaw issued orders to the tactical table.

Outside the porthole, the five-colored airship fell into the distance like a falling goose, like a festive and jubilant holiday flower, and soon after, a little fire shone in the dark star curtain below. Xiao calmly reported the battle situation sent from the flight control room.

Good news! With a huge numerical advantage and the tactics of splitting and combining, the remarkable results were expected, and Fazzani nodded with satisfaction, full of confidence in Petowski, a veteran of the Silver League who had followed him for many years.

This hairy guy who was unknown in the "Death Scythe" group back then has now grown into a real leader. Perhaps his innate flying talent and superb technical combat concept will also be pinned on the gradual growth of these fledgling young people and become a valuable asset of the Yinmeng Naval Combat Service.

"General, the enemy has been completely annihilated, and my flight squadron has lost...... A ......" Lieutenant Colonel Xiao reported to him after checking with the flight control room.

"Good." Fazani nodded. He fully understands that this kind of battle loss ratio is not easy. Even on the premise of superior numbers, the Hothians are known for their dexterity and madness in small boat destroyers, and they are notorious in the Silver Alliance.

Humanity and the Vulken have been in confrontation for a long time, and there have been skirmishes between the two races for nearly a hundred years. And the number of people who died under the infamous kinetic cannons of the Hothians was orders of magnitude greater than those who died under the Vorken Beam battleship.

Such a battle loss ratio would have allowed for a high score in any outcome meeting, and with this battle alone, Petowski and his entire team might have been promoted to the rank of one rank each.

"Let the fleet quickly catch up with the carriers ahead, and we'll see if the Walkens are willing to stop there." Time...... I want time! Fazani began to knead his forehead again, a bad habit that his nervousness immediately set in.

Like so many other habits that had to be corrected and hidden, he had tried so hard to avoid them, but he could not get rid of them, and whenever he encountered a tangled or thought-about task, he always had a red spot near his forehead. Mike. Petowski once jokingly said that it was "The Birthmark of Difficulty", and he couldn't help but put down his arm in anger when he thought of this.

"They're sending a lot of airships, the general ......" Fortian's voice sounded on the tactical table.

Maybe this kid is the god of bad luck, because he always brings bad news...... Fazani, whose mind was immediately knotted, thought strangely.