"Organize the fleet into two clusters! The main group of 40,000 ships under my command! Attack the rebels head-on! Gilfias! Take a detour with 25,000 warships and attack behind them! Victory will be ours in the end!" the domineering golden lion stood on the command platform of Brenshire, and said to his subordinates in a high-spirited manner.

Below Gilfias, Midamaia, Campo, Valle, which were almost unscathed and without losses, the fleet commanders, while Rochenthal, The Mecklinger fleet had some losses, but it still retained considerable combat effectiveness, and Lutz and Bidianfeldt were unable to participate in this battle, and they lost most of their subordinates; Bidianfeldt was fortunate that more than 1,000 high-speed warships were incorporated into the fleet directly under Reinhardt together with the flagship Wang Hu; while Lutz only had a few hundred ships left that had escaped from the battlefield one after another, and it could be said that they had completely lost their combat effectiveness.

First Admiral Fafnir and his chief of staff, Vice Admiral Shotekhaughan, were also below, and as the deputy commander of the Assault Fleet, which numbered more than half of the Imperial Army and had 100,000 ships, he also had to do his duty: "Your Excellency Marshal Royankram! The rebels still have a sizable fleet, and the formation of these fleets has not been disrupted. They are still a formidable fighting collective, at least 80 percent of ours in number. It is recommended that Admiral Gilfias not take away 40 percent of the whole army for such a large outflanking campaign, and that it is better to follow the main force of our army to launch an attack, and to strike at the enemy's flank at the right time. ”

The domineering lion looked at this temporary subordinate who had repeatedly embarrassed him, and wanted to directly dismiss this person's admonition, but after all, Reinhardt still had a lot of energy, and he began to think.

"No, Lord Favenir. We still have to wipe out the rebels! And although there are 50,000 enemies in front, our 40,000 warships and generals are enough to resist and drive them back until Gilfi Esqing has completed his detour! ”

"Well, Your Excellency Marshal, you are the Supreme Commander. Do you want my fleet to serve as a reserve in this battle?"

"Yes, Your Excellency has many powerful motherships in his fleet, and it will take the efforts of the Qing at the decisive moment!"

The five fleets of the Allied Fifth, Eighth, Tenth, Twelfth, and Thirteenth Fleets, with the veteran Bikgu as the former enemy commander-in-chief, laid out a formation in the Yamliza system, which was a completely defensive formation, forming a wedge-shaped formation from the zenith, with the Eighth, Tenth, and Thirteenth Fleets in front and the Fifth and Twelfth Fleets behind, completing the battle line from Yamriza near the entrance to the cloister.

The Imperial Army also entered the Yamriza system in a big way, and Reinhardt commanded the fleets of Rochenthal, Midamaiah, Kemp, and Mecklinger, and advanced in a dense formation with the bows of the warships side by side. In fact, this is also a bluff, Gilfias is leading a huge fleet, detouring behind the back of the Allied forces to attack, in order to disguise the intention of attacking back and forth, they must distract the Confederates with fierce attacks, and Fafnier's fleet has been following the rear of Reinhardt's main fleet, ready to respond to Reinhardt's orders to enter the battle at any time.

"Rudolph, what the hell do you think the blonde boy is all about? Why do you insist on making a tactical arrangement of flanking the front and back? But if it seems to be successful, it should be able to deal a devastating blow to the Confederates. The two unscrupulous admirals said as they drank wine while nibbling on slices of black hair ham in the command seat of Loki, the flagship of the Seventeenth Fleet.

"If it succeeds...... Gustav. You know, this is the idea of pinning all your hopes on the enemy. If the enemy presses up or defends without moving, then this tactic is promising. According to the simplest tactical deduction equation, we will have a certain amount of losses in the frontal forces - it is estimated that the losses will be comparable to those of the opponent, after all, the opponent has only three fleets on the front. But the whole tactic was declared successful when Gilfias completed the detour eight hours later. But...... What if the other party just retreats?" Fafnier said as he ate, gesturing.

Schutekhao Jian simulated it on the display screen and said in surprise: "In this case, they are likely to retreat directly and successfully...... No! Not only was the retreat successful, but if the timing was in tune, it would be possible to attack Admiral Gilfias......'s roundabout forces first!

"In this case, we will first send a roundabout fleet for nothing, and the fleet of twenty-five thousand will suffer huge losses, and then they will successfully retreat after penetrating the Gilfias fleet, and the main frontal fleet may not have time to bite them. Okay, let's see if the guys in the alliance are decisive. ”

"Okay! Strike at maximum speed! Throw a longitudinal bomb at the surface of the star to speed up!"

Yang gave the order.

The 13th Fleet was the first to act with a preemptive strike!

"It seems that the other party is not wise enough......" Fafnir sighed as he saw the movements of the Confederate fleet opposite, "the golden retriever has a chance." ”

The two armies began to fall into a fierce clashes. Countless beams and missiles staggered, exploding light piercing the darkness, and the exploding hull twisted and fluttered through the air with a storm of energy. In the whirlpool of war, the 13th Fleet bravely met the enemy in front of it like a newborn calf.

Yang's orders, whether to slow down or speed up, were all carried out under the careful calculation and command of Fisher, the deputy commander of the fleet. The Thirteenth Fleet burst out of the great flames of the star of Yamriza, and by centrifugal force it looked as if it were a corona that had departed from the Sun.

The first to bear the brunt of this unexpected rapid attack was the Imperial fleet commanded by Midamaia, and he was brave and fearless, and he did not deny that this rapid attack had taken them by surprise, and it could be said that they had been given the upper hand.

The first attack of the Thirteenth Fleet was tantamount to a head-on attack on the Midamaia fleet.

Because the firepower was so concentrated on one battleship that when more than six missiles hit it at the same time somewhere in its hull, the defense system could not bear it, and the hull was pierced, and then it exploded.

Midamaia's flagship human wolf was surrounded by fireballs on all sides, and the port side was also damaged.

"It's worthy of Yang Willy!, it's really menacing!" he admired. "No way, the whole fleet maintains order, slowly retreats, and at the same time changes formation, and stands by to counterattack when the enemy is chasing!"

An extraordinary military commander should be able to soften the formation while retreating, minimize damage, and wait for an opportunity to return fire. And Midamaia can undoubtedly do that!

Fafnir's fleet was still dragging unhurriedly, but the two officers on the bridge exchanged glances with each other, and Fafnir sighed: "Midama likes to charge, and it is within the range of missiles in one fell swoop...... Don't he have the patience to take his time with naval guns from a distance? Can the golden retriever control the pace of his subordinates? You know, we are going to drag it out until Gilfias completes the roundabout! Time is with us! What a bunch of guys who can only be the commander of the detachment!"

Sure enough, Ulanf's Tenth Fleet took the opportunity to launch a strong attack on the retreating Midamaia fleet, forcing Midamaia's formation into disarray, and before the Rozenthal fleet launched a powerful artillery bombardment to repel Ulanf's further attacks, Midamaia also lost a considerable number of fleets - far more than when he attacked the Ninth Fleet.

"Don't chase, it's a trap. ”

Yang ordered the pursuit to be stopped, believing that as long as he gave the other side a certain amount of damage, he should be satisfied, and avoided pursuing the enemy deeply.

Having been hit in the face, the Imperial army also coordinated their pace and began to exchange firepower with the Allied fleets—perhaps they finally remembered Gilfias's detour.

"Advance! Compress the enemy's formation further!" Order the Valle fleet to launch a surprise attack!" Reinhardt ordered.

The Valle fleet attacked, suddenly advancing at high speed, heading towards the space between the Twelfth and Thirteenth fleets, the spacespace known simply as D4. He did this neither boldly nor with great courage, but with the intention of disrupting the allies and exposing them to the enemy.

"Your Excellency, a new enemy has appeared at two o'clock!"

Yang's answer seemed nonchalant. "Oh!

Feletliga couldn't help but call, "Admiral!"

Yang was stunned, immediately regained his senses, and quickly gave an order. This is a common strength of both Young and Reinhardt.

He lined up the heavily armored ships vertically, forming a wall to resist enemy fire. In the gap between ships, gunboats and missile ships, which have more mobility and firepower, ruthlessly attack the enemy with artillery fire.

Gaps began to emerge in Valle's fleet, and some of the ships were hit by artillery fire, but the pace did not slow down. Moreover, the counterattack was fierce, so that the Thirteenth Fleet's defensive wall formed by the giant ships was partially damaged, and even Yang's flagship was violently shaken.

Overall, the Thirteenth Fleet did not suffer significant damage, but the Twelfth Fleet suffered considerable casualties. It was unable to cope with Valiel's speed and attack, the flanks were routed, and the physical and energy resistance was getting weaker.

The battleship Ulysses was damaged by the artillery of the Imperial Army, and the damage was minor but profound, which was profound for the officers and men on board. The damage was caused by the microbial drainage system, so that the ship's combatants had to dip their feet in the sewage that came from the current and fought hard, and if they survived, the incident would have been a laughing stock, and if they were defeated, they would have died a tragic and disgraceful death.

However, the attack of the Valiès fleet had its limits, and the admiral of the 12th Fleet was also a warlike Vice Admiral Porodin, who fought with casualties to slow down the surprise speed of the Vali's fleet, while the Yang fleet tried to stand out and exchanged fire with the frontal advancing Rochenthal and Midamaia fleets, and with his own casualties, Rochenthal and Camp could not move forward for the time being. In this way, the Valle fleet became a salient, but the Tenth Fleet of the Alliance fought fiercely with the Mecklinger fleet on the other flank, and was temporarily unable to launch an operation to support Porodin.

At this time, Bicco moved, and the Fifth Fleet rose up at high speed with a thrilling spirit and speed, and formed a semi-encircled formation with the Twelfth Fleet with all its strength to exchange fire with the Vallie fleet. The dense artillery fire turned one Imperial warship after another into cosmic dust. However, due to the hard work of the Valiès fleet, the alliance was unable to close the notch of the battle line for a while.

"Seems to have won!"

Reinhardt looked at Oberstein beside him, victory was in sight, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Oh no! Valle's fleet is in big trouble! Damn! the golden retriever is in too much of a hurry!" said Fafnier. In front of him, the Eighth Fleet of the Alliance, Vice Admiral Upton's fleet, which had previously been despised by the Imperial Army, suddenly abandoned the rear and directly joined the siege of the Valle fleet!

Three against one! The Valle fleet was suddenly reduced in number almost instantly!

"The fleet has begun to retreat! Maintain the formation! We have mobilized all the enemy's reserves! Victory is at hand! Our sacrifice has not been in vain!" said Rear Admiral Valle calmly in the flagship "Fire Dragon".

The Allied attacks were very fierce, and the Imperial Valle fleet seemed to dance in a storm of energy, and there were constantly warships that were overloaded with force fields, and the last ones were broken through the armor and sank. Until—"The flagship was shot!" Before everyone could react, the "Fire Dragon" turned into a huge fireball, and the huge hull split into several pieces. The Imperial Army had the first high-ranking officer to die in battle. Admiral Valle was killed in battle.

"Oh no! Mistaken!" Reinhardt's handsome face twisted, and he muttered silently.

Oberstein's face also changed, and he was about to ask Reinhardt to issue a follow-up order.

"The Seventeenth Fleet is moving at high speed!" the intelligence officer's shouts calmed Reinhardt and Oberstein's emotions.

The Favinir fleet began to advance when the Vallie fleet was semi-encircled by the Twelfth and Fifth Fleets, and 18,000 warships rushed in a neat formation to the gap in the Allied formation that had been opened by Valle. This time, Fafnier did not lay out a diagonal artillery formation, but put on a spearhead formation. The attack was launched with 4,000 warships in a narrow frontal line, followed by destroyers and mine-striking carriers, and at the end of the attack were cruisers.

With the cover of the battleships, the Fafnir fleet advanced at high speed, but they were still a step too late to save Valle's life. But successfully saved the remnants of the Vallie fleet. Now the Valle fleet also has only about 5,000 warships left, which is half the number lost at the beginning of the war.

As soon as Fafnir broke into the alliance array, he completely ignored the casualties of the battleship he was heading, "The destroyers are scattered to my left and right! Launch an assault with all my might! The mothership immediately sends in the lightning strike boats! The cruiser squadron is attacking separately! There are enemies all around! Fight casually!"

Rear Admiral Jung Heinrich Young, a commander of a battleship squadron in Fafnier's fleet, laughed and shouted: "Lao Tzu will die here today!

Commodore Dalk still led the destroyer to launch a powerful lightning strike against the Allied Eighth Fleet on the side.

Under the attack of the majority of the Fafnir fleet, the Alliance's fleet melted like snow in the sun, and the Fifth Fleet was once again pushed back to the rear, while the Twelfth Fleet had to retreat with the Fifth Fleet, and the Tenth and Thirteenth Fleets were completely mixed up and intertwined with the opposite Imperial Fleet. The form of the battle was simply a mess, but it was clear that after the destruction of the Imperial Valle fleet, the Allies had a slight advantage in numbers.

"If Gilfias hadn't taken 25,000 warships with him in the first place, he would have won the game by now!, and Valle might not have died!" Fafnir muttered from the podium. At the moment, his fleet was in good shape, and although the losses were not small, especially the battleship detachment at the beginning, he succeeded in clearing the surrounding enemy, and was soon able to complete the regrouping into an independent and unchecked fleet to deliver a decisive blow. At this moment, the luck of the Eighth Fleet of the Alliance came to an end, they were fiercely attacked by the Fafnir fleet, and were forced to move forward to avoid artillery fire, but fell into the range of Reinhardt's direct fleet, the flagship Krishna was hit directly, the ultra-hard steel shells fired by the magnetic cannon pierced the armor of the battleship, and the explosion of nuclear fusion grenades and light bullets finally sank the battleship known as the "Great Wall", and Vice Admiral Upton was killed.

The Allies had begun to retreat gradually, and the Fafnir fleet was on the verge of reuniting, but the remnants of the Fifth and Eighth Fleets in front of them were still stubbornly trying to hold him back, while the rest of the fleets had begun to retreat. Willy Young's Thirteenth Fleet took advantage of Midamaea and Rochenthal to switch guns at close range, and the Tenth Fleet gave them a hard blow, and even the two had to retreat to regroup the fleet.

Now it's up to Gilfias to return to his position