Fire the light battlecruisers and Star Patrol Ships!
The Shield Ships raised a thin light film, but the fragile lives won't have any depth or meaning under the scorching ion beam impacts.
In the starry sky, nearly thirty thousand ships engaged in close-range combat.
The intensity of the war was elevated to its peak from the very start.
Yang Ming calmly watched all of this. As a commander, he must be responsible for his soldiers, he must ensure that they die with value, he must make the enemy pay the heaviest price.
General Akz roared incessantly.
He was no longer the graceful figure from the beginning; now he wished he could turn his saliva into energy and spray it on the enemy's face.
The Sherman Fleet was intercepted head-on!
Ships' energy shields were constantly depleting and exploding every moment.
And in space warfare, human crew members are merely components of the ship; when a ship is destroyed, they perish, only having a minuscule chance of escape via a lifeboat.
