Hart brought from the Sanjing Sea a colossal anti-gravitational architectural structure shaped like an inverted bird’s nest. This massive building could surprisingly accommodate over ten thousand council members simultaneously.
Starting from the lowest level, the silver-colored structure spiraled upward in a circular staircase formation, encompassing more than one hundred and fifty layers. At its very top, seated on a floating silver throne, was naturally Yang Hao.
One level below Yang Hao sat the administrators of the Eastern and Western regions, Shi Mingyuan and Hart.
Looking down at the solemn faces of over ten thousand council members beneath him, Yang Hao finally understood why the imperial throne was so alluring. The sensation of supreme power was indeed a dream deeply rooted in the human psyche.
However, with over ten thousand council members below, Yang Hao also fully grasped why the previous emperor had insisted on maintaining a monarchy rather than adopting a parliamentary system.
Because democracy… was simply too troublesome.
Each of the ten thousand star system administrators refused to yield to the others. They began shouting and arguing over everything, even the smallest matters sparking fierce debates among dozens of administrators. If their seats hadn’t been fixed by anti-gravity devices, they probably would have already come to blows.
Overwhelmed by the noise, Yang Hao turned his gaze to Shi Mingyuan and Hart.
Shi Mingyuan, still quite young, had never seen anything like this before and simply shrugged helplessly at Yang Hao. As for Hart, that old fox had taken it a step further—he had fallen asleep early on.
To be able to sleep in an environment with over 150 decibels of noise was truly a testament to his prowess as a peak Saint-Domain expert.
The main topic of today’s parliament was the relationship with the Galactic Empire.
Since the formation of the United Cosmic Federation, its power had grown so vast that even the traditional empires of the universe were alarmed. Although the Senate had already installed the crown prince as a puppet emperor, their control over imperial resources remained unstable, especially regarding the military, where less than half of the fleets remained loyal. The Senate was also deeply troubled by the Mind Sovereign. During the rebellion, the Mind Sovereign had clearly sided with Emperor Yinglie, but after the rebellion’s failure, the Senate found itself unable to deal with the Mind Sovereign.
The reason was simple: the Mind Sovereign was simply too important. Without him, not only would the military cease to function, but the entire galaxy might collapse from the loss of power. Helplessly, the Senate could only tolerate the Mind Sovereign’s distance.
All these issues, combined with the deaths and injuries of two senior elders at Yang Hao’s hands, made the Senate wary. Reluctantly, they dispatched an envoy and announced their intention to establish diplomatic relations with the United Cosmic Federation.
This was utterly unthinkable. The mighty Galactic Empire actually bowing to rebels? Establishing diplomatic relations with rebels would essentially mean recognizing the legitimacy of the United Cosmic Federation.
This major development became the first topic of discussion at the United Cosmic Federation’s inaugural parliament. The question of whether or not to establish formal diplomatic relations with the Galactic Empire was a difficult one for all the council members to face.
Thus, the differences between the Eastern and Western factions of the parliament became apparent. The Eastern star systems had always been content with modest prosperity. When they first declared independence, they had never imagined reaching such heights. Their planets were now enjoying far better lives than before. Therefore, most Eastern council members strongly supported peaceful negotiations and urged for the swift establishment of diplomatic ties and a peace treaty.
However, the Western council members opposed this stance. Led by Queen Ming of the Rayman Star, Kevin of the Shengzhao Star, and the leader of the Da Du Resistance Organization, the radical Western faction had long resisted the empire. They had witnessed the rise and fall of the empire and knew that the empire’s offer of peace was merely a temporary strategy. They demanded an immediate campaign to deliver the final blow to the Galactic Empire and completely annihilate it.
Both sides debated fervently. The West relied on their current military strength, which had already surpassed much of the empire’s forces. The East, however, invoked the Supreme Being, arguing that as long as no one could surpass the Supreme Being, the Senate could never be eliminated.
The only one capable of making the final decision sat high above, trying to extract useful suggestions from the torrent of insults. Yang Hao, caught between the two factions’ arguments, found himself with a massive headache.
In truth, both sides had valid points. The key lay in the final decision.
Would they allow the Senate to buy time for a final showdown, or strike first and gamble that the Supreme Being would not intervene again?
All in all, Yang Hao was deeply frustrated. The feeling of always being held under the threat of the Supreme Being was simply unbearable.
Just as the Western council members were about to throw the first boot at their Eastern counterparts, sparking a parliamentary bloodbath, several guards suddenly rushed in with a group of people.
Normally, no one was allowed to interrupt a parliamentary session. However, the guards could not stop the intruders—not that they had the courage to try.
At the forefront were two Saint-Domain experts, one of whom was none other than Yang Hao’s wife.
Kan Ling stormed into the chamber with a fierce expression, instantly silencing everyone.
A stunning beauty wielding a spear, with a face that looked like the entire universe owed her money, caused the council members to shut up. Everyone knew that the Lady of the High Chancellor had a fiery temper and might stab someone’s backside at any moment.
Kan Ling wasn’t here to stab anyone, though. She had brought two people with her.
“Jack?” Yang Hao immediately recognized one of them. It was none other than Ghost Blade Old Jack from the adventurer’s bar.
Yang Hao naturally hadn’t forgotten that when he had first wandered eastward, he had fought against Ghost Blade Old Jack and even learned the art of spatial slicing from him. A small bar hiding a Saint-Domain expert—just another reminder of how many hidden masters roamed the universe.
However, the other person made Yang Hao frown. Dressed in tattered clothes but exuding politeness and evident refinement, the middle-aged man seemed familiar, yet Yang Hao couldn’t place him.
Kan Ling recognized him and introduced, “This is General Clyde. He is…”
“Ahh!” Yang Hao suddenly realized. He finally remembered who General Clyde was. He had not only met him before but had encountered him many times.
General Clyde was a respected military figure in the Galactic Empire, particularly known for his unwavering loyalty to the royal family. During the battle of the thirty-six royal branches, when the Senate launched its counterattack, most of the royal army scattered. Only the old sword saint and Qin Feng remained by Emperor Yinglie’s side. Few had noticed that a very young imperial guard soldier also stood in the palace, on the side of Emperor Yinglie.
That soldier was General Clyde.
From that night onward, General Clyde embarked on a path of glory. When Yang Hao arrived in the imperial capital, Clyde was already the captain of the crown prince’s personal guard. Emperor Yinglie had intended to groom Clyde as a future privy council minister for the crown prince, so the two had been arranged to spend time together.
Every time the crown prince visited Yang Hao, Clyde was always by his side, the crown prince’s most trusted companion. However, his unremarkable appearance made him easy to forget, which was why Yang Hao hadn’t recognized him immediately.
Seeing the crown prince’s chief confidant seeking him out, Yang Hao knew something significant must have happened. He waved his hand, and the entire chamber underwent a dramatic transformation.
The once colorful and bizarre parliamentary hall turned entirely gray. Strangely, the thousands of people inside seemed to be frozen in place, like wooden statues, unable to move.
With a mere wave of his hand, Yang Hao had split the space, isolating himself and General Clyde into a private dimension.
Yang Hao floated down from his silver throne, looked at the stunned Clyde, and smiled, “General, it’s been a long time.”
Clyde stared for a moment before performing a half-kneeling military salute and said, “Lord, it’s been a while. How did you become so powerful?”
News of Yang Hao’s ascension to godhood had spread wildly in the outer regions, but within the Galactic Empire, such rumors were strictly forbidden. Anyone spreading such tales would be executed, so few knew the truth.
However, Yang Hao’s killing of the Black Wind Elder could not be concealed and had already reached Clyde’s level of awareness.
“How is the crown prince?” Yang Hao’s mind drifted to the timid prince, and he sighed involuntarily. Although the crown prince had become a puppet emperor under the Senate, Yang Hao did not blame him. After all, during his time in the imperial capital, the crown prince had helped Yang Hao many times, aiding him in overcoming numerous dangers.
Clyde, however, looked deeply troubled and briefly recounted the crown prince’s situation.
Here, Yang Hao couldn’t help but admire Emperor Yinglie’s cunning and political acumen, skills Yang Hao himself could never master.
Before the attack on Elder Mountain, Emperor Yinglie had already taken precautions for the crown prince, separating his imperial guards from the crown prince’s entourage. He knew that if he succeeded, he would naturally hold absolute power. But if he failed, the Senate would need a royal family member to control the situation. Therefore, a crown prince who remained neutral would be relatively safe.
As Emperor Yinglie had predicted, during the Senate’s large-scale counterattack, the crown prince himself was never harmed. He was quickly enthroned as the new emperor by the elders, though without personal freedom, he was at least alive.
Hearing the crown prince’s current situation, Yang Hao nodded and asked, “Did the Emperor send you here to discuss diplomacy?”
Clyde looked around and noticed that the ten thousand people were still motionless like puppets. He realized this was Yang Hao’s deliberate creation for a private conversation. Without hesitation, he said, “I didn’t come officially. The Emperor sent me secretly.”
“Secretly?” Yang Hao was taken aback, then realized. Clyde’s tattered clothes and weary appearance clearly indicated he hadn’t traveled through official diplomatic channels but had instead used smuggling routes to evade the Senate’s surveillance.
In fact, Clyde’s journey was far more perilous than Yang Hao could imagine. He had narrowly escaped detection by the Senate’s system at least a dozen times. Along the way, mysterious forces had pursued him. Fortunately, he encountered Ghost Blade Old Jack at the adventurer’s bar. This Saint-Domain expert, having once met Yang Hao, had been closely watching such unusual individuals. Upon learning of Clyde’s mission, Jack had protected him all the way to Angel Star.
“The Emperor has a confidential matter and insisted that I personally meet you,” Clyde said.
“What is it?” Yang Hao’s expression turned serious.
“Lord,” Clyde fixed his gaze on Yang Hao, “do you still want to overthrow the Senate?”
“Of course,” Yang Hao gestured around, “if it weren’t for overthrowing the Senate, why would I go through all this trouble? Having ten thousand council members argue every day is already maddening enough.”
“Good. The crown prince wants me to tell you that now is the time to overthrow the Senate and subvert the Galactic Empire.”
Yang Hao suddenly felt a mix of amusement and disbelief. The person standing before him was the current emperor’s personal representative, yet this emperor was inviting Yang Hao to overthrow his own nation. It was almost a joke.
But Clyde showed no hint of jest. He said earnestly,
“The crown prince asked me to relay a message. You once told him, ‘Do you want to be a puppet emperor or be yourself?’ He has now decided—he wants to be himself.”
A lightning bolt of realization flashed through Yang Hao’s mind. He naturally remembered those words. It was during the incident when he had advised the crown prince not to fear the Senate during the princess’s engagement withdrawal commotion.
“He wants to be himself?” Yang Hao began to understand the crown prince’s mindset. “The Emperor finally doesn’t want to be a puppet anymore?”
“Clyde said, ‘The Emperor said that Emperor Yinglie was valiant his entire life. Although he died at the hands of the Supreme Being, he had no regrets. However, Emperor Yinglie was wrong. He thought giving his son a peaceful life was a good thing, but the Emperor feels that not being able to follow his father to the battlefield was a form of filial impiety.’ Now, the Emperor is determined to correct this mistake.”
“How to correct it?”
Clyde quickly whispered a few words to Yang Hao, words that would completely reverse the current cosmic situation and change the entire course of the United Cosmic Parliament.
“The Supreme Being has secluded himself again,” was the first thing Clyde said.
Yang Hao was not surprised by the news but was curious how Clyde and the crown prince had come to know it.
Clyde didn’t explain. From the look in his eyes, there was a deep pain brewing, suggesting the heavy price the crown prince had paid to obtain this secret.
But it was worth it. The crown prince knew it was worth it, and Yang Hao knew it too.
Now, the only concern in the entire universe was the Supreme Being above. As long as the Supreme Being remained secluded and did not reappear, everything would be within Yang Hao’s grasp. With this thought, Yang Hao took a deep breath and nodded firmly.
“There’s more,” Clyde continued. “The crown prince has decided to abdicate. He prefers to merge the Galactic Empire into the United Cosmic Federation rather than remain a puppet. However, the Senate controls everything, so please, Lord Yang Hao, help the Emperor eliminate the Senate.”
Upon hearing this, Yang Hao furrowed his brow. A new plan began to take shape in his mind. He leaned in and whispered a few questions to Clyde.
Clyde’s expression changed rapidly. After a moment of contemplation, he quietly nodded.
An indescribable smile spread across Yang Hao’s face. In those few whispered words, a grand and daring plan had been confirmed, laying the foundation for Yang Hao’s new order.
The first year of Emperor Mian You and the inaugural year of the United Cosmic Parliament became a pivotal turning point in all cosmic chronicles.
For the first time in centuries, the unified universe was finally divided into two parts in that year. The so-called “only god” universe entered a dual-god era for the first time.
But at the beginning of that year, what captured people’s attention was the first major battle between the United Cosmic Federation and the Galactic Empire. This initial battle was decisive, the only one of its kind in the history of the dual empires.
In this so-called “Dual God Battle,” the Eastern Federation nearly put all its resources on the line.
Five hundred thousand warships were deployed near the first spiral arm of the Eastern region, facing off against twelve death star fortresses of the Galactic Empire. Under the command of Shi Mingyuan, over ten million soldiers joined the fray.
More than two thousand star system rulers brought their personal guards into the battlefield, and nearly all the Eastern parliamentarians were involved in this earth-shaking war.
In the Xianyin Realm, immortals above the Feixian level endured a hundredfold reduction in power and joined the military sword master corps as ordinary soldiers.
The already formidable adventurer teams also poured out their full strength. The top one hundred ranked teams in the world all joined the Eastern military. Many veteran adventurer teams, long retired, charged into the front lines under the leadership of Ghost Blade Jack.
The Eastern Federation’s deployment was a full-on suicide charge.
The Galactic Empire, of course, could not afford to be careless. In fact, it was the Senate that dared not take it lightly. They finally, albeit reluctantly, severed the connections between the intelligent brains and used human manual control over various independent intelligent brains. Although this approach reduced the Mind Sovereign’s control over the imperial military, it also reduced the empire’s combat effectiveness by forty percent.
Even so, the empire’s accumulated super military power, when deployed for defense in the East, was still shocking.
The Glory Legion and the rebuilt Titan Legion, along with dozens of family armies, claimed to have one million warships. They crouched like a monster on the left side of the star arm, eyeing the Eastern warships with menace.
In the sword master corps, the Senate even dispatched fifty elders and two senior elders, aiming to completely overwhelm the Eastern Saint-Domain warriors.
In theory, with such a vast disparity in strength, there was no need to even begin the battle. Even Shi Mingyuan knew that whether they attacked or defended, they could not shake the defensive line established by the imperial army.
But this battle had to be fought, and it had to be fought.
Because the East needed to pin down half of the Galactic Empire’s military forces, creating an opportunity for the real offensive in the West.
Yes, this was indeed Yang Hao’s strategy of feinting east while attacking west. The United Cosmic Federation’s advantage was entirely concentrated in the Shen Yu Autonomous Territory of the West.
Yang Hao floated above the Sanjing Sea star system, watching as an endless stream of warships flowed out of the military port toward the front lines, his heart filled with indescribable emotions.
Back then, he had also set out from here, heading to the ball, but at that time, he was merely a puppet leader, unable to command even half a warship.
But now? The number of fleets flying out from the Sanjing Sea had already reached twice that of the imperial forces, and even their technological level was not inferior in the slightest.
This was all thanks to the previous Steve Governor of the Sanjing Sea star system. Without his cunning mind, it would have been impossible to accumulate such a large fleet. Later, the full support of the Mind Sovereign also rapidly advanced the technological strength of the Sanjing Sea beyond that of the Galactic Empire.
An incredible army, an unprecedented battle, was about to unfold between the Sanjing Sea star system and the outer edges of the Galactic Empire.
As Yang Hao was lost in thought, Elder Hart suddenly appeared by his side. He also watched the warships weaving through the cosmos like silver threads and sighed, “Magnificent.”
“Yes,” Yang Hao nodded. “Who would have thought we would have an absolute advantage in warships.”
“Loss of moral support,” Hart, dressed in military uniform, seemed to return to the days when he and Situ Hai resisted the imperial fleet. His spirit was high. “How arrogant the Senate used to be, but in just a century, they have almost lost everything. The imperial royal family no longer supports them, the Mind Sovereign and the army no longer support them, the Ten Sword Streams no longer support them, and even the people of the empire no longer worship them as gods.”
“I often wonder,” Yang Hao said softly, “what exactly do the beings in this universe need?”
This simple question revealed an extraordinary arrogance. Yang Hao indeed had the qualifications to ponder this now, for he was one of the only two gods in the universe. He could bring change to all beings, giving life and taking it away at will.
If he won the Dual God Battle, he could even become the master of everything.
“To survive,” Hart nodded toward Yang Hao. “They don’t need anything else, just to survive.” Then Hart disappeared into the dark blue cosmic background. Today’s battle had a more important task for him to attend to.
Yang Hao gazed at the direction where Hart had vanished, suddenly laughing bitterly.
Indeed, it was simply about survival. That was what people truly desired—simple and fundamental. But which god had ever truly understood this?
The ancient gods didn’t understand. They waged one divine and demonic war after another.
The Supreme Being didn’t understand either. He was willing to destroy every universe in every plane just to enhance his power.
And now, it was finally Yang Hao’s turn.
Yang Hao took a deep breath, feeling the weight on his shoulders, but his heart was filled with confidence. A fire seemed to burn within him, a fire no longer just for himself.
The same fire burned in the universe.
More accurately, it burned in the Lian’ou Star Arm. This oddly named star arm, located at the border between the Sanjing Sea and the imperial heartland, was a place filled with defensive fortifications. Although the Galactic Empire recognized the existence of the Shen Yu Autonomous Territory, they had not abandoned their war preparations. Thus, on this star arm, there were over a hundred death star fortresses.
If that alone wasn’t terrifying enough, the imperial general defending this area was a true defensive fanatic. He had constructed defense and counterattack fortifications similar to death stars on thousands of large planets within the star arm, granting these planets the same defensive capabilities.
In short, the entire Lian’ou Star Arm was a defensive chain stretching between the Sanjing Sea and the imperial heartland, a chain that was nearly impossible for anyone to break through easily.
“What do you think?” Yang Hao appeared on the battleship End of Days, the iconic warship now painted with the grand symbol of the Dan Ding Sect and serving as the flagship.
Today’s overall commander of the Western battle was Long Yun. Although it was his first time commanding such a large-scale campaign, he was supported by a group of powerful advisors.
The names of these advisors would likely shake the entire universe.
Among them were the former second-in-command of the Imperial Privy Council, all thirteen senior advisor generals from the Privy Council’s General Staff, and twenty-two former top imperial generals.
These individuals had been arranged by Emperor Yinglie to leave the planet in advance before the Elder Mountain battle. After the failure, all their relatives remaining on the planet were executed by the Senate. These people could only flee to the Shen Yu Autonomous Territory and now served as Yang Hao’s senior advisors.
Of course, among these people, there was no former Chief Minister of the Privy Council. Because this old leader, upon hearing of Emperor Yinglie and Qin Feng’s deaths at the hands of the Supreme Being, refused the position of military chief of the Shen Yu Autonomous Territory. On a moonlit night, facing the direction of the planet, he shot himself in the temple.
The Chief Minister of the Privy Council, one of Emperor Yinglie’s three most trusted confidants, though he did not face the Supreme Being’s hand alongside Emperor Yinglie, preserved his loyalty to the royal family until the end.
In the annals of cosmic history, his name would ultimately be remembered.
Upon seeing Yang Hao’s arrival, Long Yun immediately opened the defensive map of the Lian’ou Star Arm and, with a worried expression, pointed at it, saying, “This is truly a tough nut to crack. I’ve heard the officer in charge there is a fool-like character.”
“What’s there to be afraid of a fool?” Yang Hao smiled.
“He may be a fool, but his foolishness lies in defense,” Long Yun said with a bitter face. “A familiar advisor mentioned that this man is utterly a fool in daily life, yet when it comes to defensive tactics, he turns into a genius. In the military simulations held within the empire, any defense arranged by that madman was nearly impossible to penetrate. Eventually, only after the Mind Sovereign personally devised calculations and deployed the empire’s full military strength were they barely able to break through.”
“So there’s still hope then.”
Long Yun’s expression became even more helpless: “The problem is, in that simulation, the Mind Sovereign’s military forces suffered more than half losses, with a casualty ratio exceeding a hundred to one.”
Yang Hao exclaimed in surprise: “No wonder the Senate dared to be so bold, knowing our feint to the east and still moving the main forces there. They’ve set up such a tough nut for us here.”
“Who says otherwise?” Long Yun shook his head repeatedly. “This defensive chain has been his stronghold for many years, almost impregnable. If we bypass this star arm and directly attack the imperial territory, our supply lines could be destroyed by his death star fleet at any time, leaving our army trapped and starving to death within the imperial domain.”
“Have we tried to persuade them to surrender?” Yang Hao asked an important question.
Since Yang Hao raised his flag again, persuasion had always been a strategic option, as most imperial officers were dissatisfied with the Senate, especially after the Chief Minister of the Privy Council committed suicide. Many officers, deeply cultivated by the Privy Council, were furious and defected to Yang Hao’s side.
However, this time, that strategy seemed ineffective.
Long Yun shrugged his shoulders: “We’ve already sent three generals to persuade them, including two who were the fool’s former superiors. They were politely sent back, but the request for persuasion was not accepted. That fool is determined to fight us.”
“Does he support the Senate?”
“No, he just wants to fight,” Long Yun was very helpless. “Otherwise, why would we call him a fool? That guy’s greatest wish in life is to fight a defensive battle. Now that he’s finally gotten his wish, how could he easily give up?”
Then there was no choice but to fight.
But how easy could it be? The opponent had been preparing for several years and was an expert-level defensive master. Long Yun had only a few months of preparation time. Although the fleet numbers were a bit more, if the casualty ratio really reached a hundred to one, even if they broke through, they wouldn’t be able to advance further into the empire’s core.
But no matter what, the decisive battle at the Lian’ou Star Arm defense, which was considered the empire’s life-or-death struggle, had finally begun.
Until the very moment the battle officially commenced, Long Yun still couldn’t understand why Yang Hao had arranged such a strange tactic. In his view, and indeed in the entire general staff’s view, Yang Hao was completely mismanaging. His deployment of troops had significant issues. If they continued like this, the United Cosmic Federation’s army would not only fail to win but might even lose the battle.
The defense of the Lian’ou Star Arm was built upon tens of thousands of planets.
Thousands of large planets had been transformed into impregnable super defensive fortifications, forming a defensive chain. This defensive chain was almost fixed, always remaining in the corresponding orbit as the planets revolved and rotated.
And more than a hundred death star fortresses were hidden behind the planetary defensive chain. These death star fortresses, with considerable mobility, were the greatest asset in General Huage’s hands. With these hundred fortresses, there was a considerable mobile force, capable of both offensive and defensive operations. When fully linked together, they could form an interwoven firepower network, capable of withstanding attacks from tens of thousands of warships. And when the United Cosmic Federation’s army retreated, they could fly out as an attacking force.
According to Long Yun and the major officers’ tactical plan, they would concentrate the strongest battleships and Titan-class fleets to focus fire on one or two points, aiming to tear through the key parts of the entire defensive chain and allowing small fleets to break through. If these fleets could fly into the defensive zone and destroy General Huage’s command ship, there would be hope for victory.
But Yang Hao repeatedly shook his head: “This plan is not feasible; it might even ruin our chance of attack.”
“Why?” Long Yun felt this was already the best tactical plan available. Concentrating their superior forces to tear through the defensive gaps was a conventional military tactic.
“The problem lies in the casualty ratio,” Yang Hao said. “Destroying a defensive planet is expected to cost the loss of over a thousand warships. This casualty ratio is simply too high.”
“There’s no choice,” Long Yun said. “The enemy’s defenses are too dense. If we attack only one point, the enemy can easily form crossfire and launch a concentrated attack on our attacking warships. A thousand warships against a planet is already quite good.”
“But you must not forget that the planets are in motion,” Yang Hao used his finger to draw an arc on the star map. “After we sacrifice several thousand warships to destroy a defensive planet, due to its rotation and orbit, other planets will appear near the original position. This cycle repeats, and at each point, there are at least three defensive planets as alternatives.”
Long Yun’s face turned grim, but he had already considered this: “Yes, to tear through several gaps, we would lose about fifty thousand warships in total.”
This was an astonishing number, nearly equivalent to one-tenth of the Eastern army’s military strength. However, with the support of the massive Western fleet, it was barely acceptable.
“This number will have to be multiplied many times,” Yang Hao sharply pointed out the crux of the issue. “Even if we break through the gaps, then what? According to your plan, we will send Major Di’s rapid response fleet through these gaps. But don’t forget, the enemy still has more than a hundred Death Star fortresses operating as mobile units. These Death Star fortresses are hidden within the defensive perimeter. Once our smaller vessels enter, they will launch attacks. Do you really think these smaller ships can hold out for long without support from heavy fleets? Even if you deploy a hundred thousand swift attack ships, it would still be extremely difficult to accomplish the mission of destroying the enemy’s command vessel.”
Long Yun fell silent. Yang Hao’s point was not something they hadn’t considered, but comparatively, this was still the best tactical approach. The opponent was a fanatic who specialized in defense. Such a person’s defensive circle would naturally have few weaknesses.
But Yang Hao was not about to approve this tactical plan. He shook his head:
“According to your plan, even if the Western army sacrifices ten thousand or even more warships, it would only clear a few defensive points on the enemy’s periphery, which would not significantly affect the overall situation. Our fleet would only be bogged down here until the Eastern army is defeated, and the imperial forces can turn back to reinforce. By then, we would be finished.”
“What should we do?” Long Yun kicked his chair away in frustration. Finally having a chance for a major counterattack, yet being blocked by a madman halfway, their massive fleet consumed enormous energy every day, and they were helpless to do anything about it.
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