The atmosphere inside the flagship was extremely oppressive, everyone's mental state was highly tense, and the dispatch officer's fingers never left the button, while the operators' breathing became very slight.
Even Yang Ming, an outsider in the situation, couldn't help but break into a sweat.
Admiral Thomas stared intently at the fictionalized deep space battlefield, as the enemy's fleet was about to enter the range of the dreadnoughts.
He fiercely swung his palm forward.
"Dreadnoughts, open fire!"
The Empire and New Federation fleets suddenly lit up with twenty-four brilliant lights! Both sides surprisingly had twelve lights flashing simultaneously!
One had claimed to have only eight dreadnoughts before the battle, while the other claimed to possess twelve dreadnought-level gunships.
Yet, when the battle began in earnest, the number of dreadnoughts was equal!
Both sides had their shield ships and rear vessels defeated, but the Empire obviously suffered fewer losses!
