Yang Ming instinctively turned his head to look out the porthole, where space had slightly warped.
As if a curtain studded with stars had silently slipped away, revealing a gigantic ship shaped like an "American football."
The ship, three thousand meters long, lay across space with its body stretched left and right, exposing a massive gunport in the center!
At this moment, the "stripes" on both sides of the ship flickered rapidly with light.
New Federation Dreadnought Level Starship · Sky Eye!
Not just one!
On the left flank of the battlefield, at a position nearly symmetrical to this one, another New Federation Dreadnought simultaneously appeared, beginning to charge its energy!
Their targets were locked on the Empire's Dreadnoughts!
Yang Ming made a snap decision.
"East Wind, prepare to fire at the right-hand Dreadnought! Then immediately withdraw from the battlefield!"
"That will leave you without the protection of your ships."
