50 T3 Judicator-class Heavy Interstellar Missile Ships.
Interstellar missile after interstellar missile, of every type.
Some large, some small; some for long range, some for short.
Mixed in among them, too, were some cluster mother-and-child interstellar missiles.
Launching these interstellar missiles alone took several minutes.
The sight was for all the world like an artillery position firing without cease, a gorgeous meteor-shower lighting up the star-sky of that moment.
"Report — all 50 Judicators have finished launching!" the subordinate looked to Baixue, whose breathing had gone a touch rapid.
To such a bearing in her superior, she had long grown accustomed.
And this was the mild version — the first time she'd seen that state Baixue got into… she… she couldn't bear to look straight at it.
This was absolutely some kind of cat-sickness.
The Commander-in-Chief really ought to be asked to counsel Officer Baixue into paying the psychology department a proper visit.
"Carry out the missile-resupply operation. Arrange at once for the interstellar supply ships to resupply us! This… this… haah~ haah… is nowhere near enough…" Baixue's breathing was a touch heavy, her tongue licking at her own fangs, a flicker of unbearable excitement in her eyes.
Such a lot of cute little prey, come by at long last.
And the Commander-in-Chief had brought along a great store of interstellar-missile resupply this time besides; if she didn't vent good and proper this once, she'd near enough burst from holding it in.
"Yes!" the subordinate set to arranging it at once.
In fact, the moment the 50 Judicators finished their attack, two T3 Virgo-class Heavy Interstellar Supply Ships had at once appeared around each Judicator, carrying out the interstellar-missile resupply.
Bear in mind, at this moment—
—even the interstellar missiles already launched were still in flight.
Enough to show that the Owl Dragon Legion had this whole process down cold.
The Imperial Princess Fleet-Group, behind the Owl Dragon Legion.
Qin Xiaolei witnessed with her own eyes this dazzling "scenery."
The scene of 1 million-odd interstellar missiles exploding one after another — the feeling was as though it had even birthed a blazing star!
Even at the considerable distance, that radiance was a touch dazzling to the eye.
"This… is His Excellency Zhao Chen's… strength…" Qin Xiaolei gulped, her reverence for Zhao Chen deepening a further degree.
Beside her, Zhao Ruyue saw this scene; though her heart had long been prepared, and she'd heard tell of the Owl Dragon Legion's combat style—
—when she saw it with her own eyes, her heart was still greatly shaken.
This was a shaking that imagination alone could never achieve.
She gazed at those 3,000 Owl Dragon interstellar warships in the distance, and before her eyes it was as though there appeared a younger brother seated in a captain's chair, watching this scene the very picture of ease.
A trace of mockery on his face besides.
She… now… could only gaze at his receding back.
In the span of a few short years, he'd come to stand at a height she could no longer reach.
"Your Highness the Princess, General Zhao Ruyue. Please carry out the combat task Commander-in-Chief Zhao Chen has deployed to you." Lilith's voice rang out just then by Qin Xiaolei's and Zhao Ruyue's ears.
"All… all right." Zhao Ruyue looked at the combat plan before her.
She knit her brows slightly.
This was somewhat unlike the earlier combat contingency plan.
By the old contingency plan, the Imperial Princess Fleet-Group was to take on the main-assault task.
At that time she'd known within: her younger brother's original intent in forging the Imperial Princess Fleet-Group had been to prop up a puppet fleet — to put it plainly, a cannon-fodder fleet for the battlefield.
Cruel, somewhat.
But this was a thing every interstellar power did.
On the battlefield, where there are main-force interstellar warships, there will naturally be cannon-fodder interstellar warships.
Use one's own cannon-fodder warships to wear down the enemy's main-battle warships, then use one's own main-force warships to strike the settling blow and win the war.
Often enough, this was the very creed of a large campaign.
But this new combat task before her, of all things, required their Imperial Princess Fleet-Group to loop around and pincer the two fleet-groups across the way.
Just like a great net cast out.
And the one bearing the main-assault task was the Owl Dragon Legion.
Their combat task was to keep drawing this ring of encirclement tighter, and make sure the two fleet-groups couldn't break out and flee.
When the enemy tried to break through, they could wipe them out; beyond that, they need not attack of their own accord.
This was not a reasonable combat plan.
The thought flickered through Zhao Ruyue's mind, but at the first moment she still carried out this combat task Zhao Chen had laid down.
For she now trusted this younger brother utterly.
"Relay my command — loop around and encircle the two enemy fleet-groups; don't let them get away! …………" Zhao Ruyue began to direct this, the largest-scale interstellar campaign of her whole life.
120,000 interstellar warships, under her direction, showed, of all things, not the least dragging or delay.
On the contrary — very practiced!
……
Royal fleet-group · flagship.
"What? The Imperial Princess Fleet-Group has appeared? 120,000 interstellar warships! How is this possible! That woman — how could she possibly have so many interstellar warships!" Qin Ming leapt up all at once from his captain's chair, the corner of his mouth twitching past control.
His subordinate, head bowed, said: "This is intelligence sent back from the battlefield of Marshal Cao Jianye and Marshal Lei Dachuan. We spent several minutes screening and confirming it besides. …it truly… truly did appear — 120,000 interstellar warships, and the hull crest is exactly the Princess Legion's! Some of the hulls even bear the words 'Imperial Princess Fleet-Group'! By the identification of the ship types, near enough all of them are Owl-Dragon-line T2-grade interstellar warships. They should… should be ones Zhao Chen built for the little prin— for Qin Xiaolei."
"This… in a mere half-year… he's built 120,000 interstellar warships." Qin Ming's eyes were shaken; he muttered in disbelief.
So terrifying a build capacity — though the great majority were T2-grade interstellar warships.
The Starlight Empire could manage it only under full military mobilization, and even then it required the cooperation of every marshal and every star-region governor below.
Very hard to carry out!
And yet…
Zhao Chen had done it.
This made Qin Ming feel the terrifying capability of this man, Zhao Chen.
"Your Highness, don't panic! With only these hundred and twenty thousand interstellar warships, they still can't change the present situation. So long as we wipe out Chu Changhe's fleet-group here first, then turn about and work with the two North-Expedition fleet-groups to encircle and annihilate the Owl Dragon Legion— —we can still win! And the Owl Dragon Legion's combat style is very marked: they can unleash an extremely strong combat power in a short span, but they can't sustain high-intensity fighting over a long time. Which is to say — the further on it goes, the weaker their combat power in fact becomes. Interstellar-missile firepower bombardment like now — there's no way it can carry on for long! Warship numbers — that's our advantage!" Qin Longcheng gravely reminded him from the side.
Hearing Qin Longcheng's words, only then did Qin Ming set his heart at ease.
His face gloomy, he looked at Qin Longcheng: "Marshal Qin, I don't care what price you pay. This fellow Zhao Chen — he cannot be left alive!"
120,000 interstellar warships forged in half a year.
This terrifying capability — this was a time-bomb!