In the Takla region, a small mech squad of 30, hidden in the jungle, were wiped out in less than 3 minutes. In less than 3 hours, scattered troops numbering from tens to thousands suffered heavy casualties under Pross's overwhelming numerical advantage.

In fact, just minutes after Eluma received the Star Domain Broadcast issued by the Federal A-level Fleet, she issued an order to monitor the star domain, rather than preparing her fleet to rise into the sky to meet the enemy. Instead, she engaged nearly 80% of the main force in a ground campaign, launching a day-long carpet-style annihilation operation, which soon yielded significant results.

This battle, in Eluma's perspective, held a high chance of victory because she was sure neither Annie nor Sheridan were the commanders. Annie was on the Northern Front, and Sheridan would never broadcast an attack signal so brazenly, so she had no fear.

Apart from these two, no matter who the opponent is, Eluma was confident that she could make flexible strategic adjustments after the enemy's troops appeared, even if Amelia is no exception. After all, Amelia was just a fresh military academy graduate. She might be slightly less experienced than Eluma in her prime, but the scale of this battle was different. Sometimes, a battle was a contest of endurance, and the more the opponent boasted, the more it demonstrated their cautiousness.

In the eyes of ordinary people, a battle could have far-reaching implications, but to the imperial nobles, war was merely a chance to secure their position. The result was always more important than the process.

In a small asteroid belt outside of Roland Planet, 13,000 battleships, all hidden to be effectively concealed.

In just one day, a makeshift space fortress began to take shape. You can't imagine how much resources it consumed, but it couldn't even meet the basic model of a fortress. It had no defence, no framework, and even can't operate. It looked like a square lump of iron. The only commendable aspect was that it had already possessed stellar-level firepower threat, which was the minimum primary weapon of a low-level space fortress.

Through the depths of the universe, this dim star system, lit up by a red giant, seemed to have darkened slightly. No one could discern what was extraordinary about it under the dense cover of small asteroids.

But if you went to the other end of the space fortress, you would see a scene so spectacular it could take your breath away. That was a densely packed fleet of thousands of battleships, they were hidden behind the asteroids, ceaselessly absorbing energy from the red giant, and bundling it all up for the space fortress via reflection converters.

If Eluma saw such a scene, she would probably be shocked. Ordinary people could not possibly have such grand designs or such broad ambitions, and of course, she wouldn't guess that Big Macs already ended the Northern Front silently half a month earlier.

Saros took command of the fleet days ago and was met with a collective protest led by Major General Cabu.

Upon Captain Annie's recommendation, the commander leading this fleet was no longer Saros but Colonel Amelia. One's name is the shadow of their reputation, and there was a noticeable improvement in military morale since Amelia had taken over as fleet commander.

If Amelia's tactical thinking could be described as conservative, then the ones in this world who are not conservative must be mad.

30 hours after the ground sweep began, a grade-A fleet had already arrived in the night sky. The faint colors of the scattered stars were nevertheless not enough to illuminate this ghostly fleet...

Unfortunately, the Federal Fleet couldn't escape the strict scanning of the Pross Space Fleet's intelligence system. Receiving the information, Eluma waited for two hours before issuing the order for the fleet to ascend. The soldiers needed rest, she was not in a hurry to organise a counterattack, it was better to quietly contemplate tactics during this time, which made the two generals quite anxious.

But, worrying was useless. According to the third cosmic speed of wartime readiness calculations, the enemy would only enter their effective strike range at least 3 hours later. Furthermore, even if they used beam weapons it wouldn't have a full effect. When they recharged, they would also become targets for the enemy, causing a stronger counter effect. This was basic space warfare knowledge. Any commander with high confidence would not make the first move at the wrong time.

As the Federal Fleet's two wings gradually expanded into a bow-like formation, Eluma laughed. The bow formation was a semi-encircling defensive formation, like an arrowhead with the fleet defending in an interlocking manner. During the energy shield charging time, it would be taken care of by friendly forces. This battle was clearly inappropriate for such a formation.

In a split second, the Pross fleet launched into a conical formation ready to face the enemy. "Maintain the formation and advance slowly." In the Command Room, Eluma hadn't even finished speaking when her slender jade hands were already swiftly calculating various data on the computer.

Eluma's calculating speed was at a Level 7 standard, but her input speed was a terrifying Level 9, just one level short of being promoted to the ranks of famous generals. Seeing her white jade hands moving so swiftly, the staff around her were lost in fantasies, thinking that this lady must be good with her hands. After all, what can you expect from a Red Cloak, whose hand speed reached 300?

Inside the Command Room of the Federal A-level Fleet's Seraphim, Amelia rhythmically tapped on the computer. Unlike her opponent's flying fingers, her command issuing speed only maintained a level 5 standard. Even so, in the eyes of ordinary people, her typing speed still reached 300 per minute.

But, frankly speaking, Amelia's typing speed was not as good as her opponent's. Her fastest typing efficiency just reached level 8, which was the stage of an advanced pilot.

However, in terms of input, typing speed is not the only criterion for a commander. Accurate calculations and thinking are especially important. If a famous general of this era were to grade the two, the first comment would definitely be about Eluma's excessive input habits, which waste a lot of time. When your brain domain thinking can't keep up with the speed of your hands, your reflexive habits will be transmitted to your limbs.

As the energy of the death ray cannons of the two fleets gradually changed color, mobile soldiers appeared around Pross's fleet like raindrops, and the vast universe was suddenly lit up by endless light beams. This was the real test for the two commanders.

In an instant, the Federal Fleet maintaining a formation like a bow suddenly leaped a level on the basis of the third cosmic speed.

Eluma's eyes widened with a blank mind... The opponent neither released dogs to attack nor maintained the constant speed, but just rushed up like this. Was it possible that they were going to accelerate to the fourth cosmic speed? This was the initial speed of interstellar leap, which would only bring harm to the battle situation.

In the distant asteroid belt, a space fortress cannon had long locked on the battlefield. The energy light of the fortress cannon gradually turned from glowing red to white in a visible form, and then turned into a light blue.

Whoosh... Just as Eluma was hesitating, from an unknown direction, a death ray brighter than a constant star suddenly turned the deep space domain into daylight. This gamma-ray-like beam almost covered half of Pross's fleet.

Boom boom boom...

Thousands of battleships exploded in an instant, turning into cosmic ash. Even the Zeus Shield-class cruisers in the centre of the light irradiation range resisted for only a fraction of a second before exploding. Only the larger battleships on the edge barely survived.

This attack was downright unexpected; calling it a critical hit wouldn't be an exaggeration. Eluma looked dumbfoundedly at the numbers displayed on the imaging instrument, unable to recover her senses for a long time...

No, it can't be. In the blink of an eye, 1712 battleships were wiped out. That was one part of the fleet's power.

"Your Highness, the Federal Army has issued a communication request."

"Fight back! Fight back!" Eluma's face distorted with rage, looking as though she had lost her reasoning.

With Amelia's second command, another 1000 or so battleships turned into ashes in an instant.

"Your Highness, the Federal Army has issued another communication request."

"Fight back."

"Yes, sir."

Compared with the Fortress Cannon, the Pross Empire's army's retaliation was like pouring a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood, which didn't provoke any sympathy from Amelia. Her single command was the death sentence for tens of thousands of Pross soldiers. Even if she didn't consider the lives of the imperial soldiers, she should at least consider the spoils of war that our army might seize. By the time the Federal Army's Fortress Cannon fired its third attack, Major General Cabu couldn't help speaking, "Enough, Colonel Amelia, we should also give the enemy some time to think."

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