Chapter 1143 Ainegra Speer's Gamble
As the spirit of vengeance stopped, the war situation still showed no improvement.
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 slowly gathered with the support of the new frigate formation. position, the Imperial Navy has desperately mobilized all the forces in the galaxy.
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 boats.
He gradually became unable to sustain the raid.
"My lord, I'm afraid we have no chance."
Damn 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 To be truly defeated, and then hunted, day after day, until death comes in a remote skirmish.
What a sad way to die.
Ion Graspeer walked towards the command platform, he called up the fleet's readings and entered new orders.
“It’s not over yet.”
He growled, scanning the darkened bridge.
"Send a new allegiance code to all gang jumpers."
He wants the commanders of the empire to know that if the other party is willing to sacrifice, then so is he!
Soon, there was a sudden movement in the empire's forward frigate group, and several frigates suddenly turned around.
Then they fired their full payload towards the Imperial center formation, all guns firing simultaneously, the surrounding space illuminated by flashes of light, and a stream of ship-killing shells roared from the increasingly narrow gap between the two. And passed.
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.”
Ion Grasper frowned and looked at the enemy ship signals on the tactical screen, thinking about how long the gang members 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. Of course, the cost is that the gang-hopping team will continue to suffer losses during the gang-hopping process. 23% of the personnel were consumed in the first gang-hopping process. In the process of gang jumping, most of them were destroyed in the void, and the closer to the enemy's capital ship, the higher this number will be.
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 of the one thousand soldiers who perform the task of jumping gangs, fewer than two hundred will eventually be able to perform the third gang jumping task
At the same time, these one thousand soldiers will There is a high probability that there will be no chance of survival.
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 passed to the Spirit of Vengeance.
When he saw this order, Eingra Speer was almost stunned, because at this time the retreat order came from the Warmaster——
A red pirate fleet had already taken When the main force of the empire was exhausted, they suddenly attacked the orbit of the Pai Mao star. They 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 Jumping Team has interfered with 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 feel sick, but they had no choice.
"Broadcast new logo."
He growled, savoring the pain of yet another - retreat. "Everyone turns around and 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 crazily regardless of the danger of jumping gangs. Even if they could only launch a few torpedoes, they could slow them down. The speed of the Black Legion.
Aingra Speer 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.
Various 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 watched while watching Thinking while looking at the forward of the imperial fleet that is constantly chasing.
“There are weapons, but do you have the guts?”
"Execute the formation change."
Soon, a new order was issued.
The order was passed level by level, 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 attack 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-each-other, ship-to-ship massacre began, a shield-shattering carnival.
"Do you have the guts?"
He thought again, repeating this sentence in his mind like a mantra.
“I don’t think you have.”
"My lord!"
The monitoring deck interrupted him.
"The enemy has accelerated."
He glanced at the holographic projection interface and found that the imperial forward was gradually approaching. It seemed that they also saw the same thing - an opportunity to kill.
This makes the empire's tight formation become somewhat scattered.
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 a regicide chessboard chess piece on.
“.Let us risk our lives for a gamble.”
(End of this chapter)