After saying that, Charlotte's window disappeared before Leona could respond.
Leona paused for a moment, then said anxiously, "Blanche, are the Dragon Legion going to support us?"
As I just mentioned, there are over 100,000 Demon Starships here.
Even if their Dragon Legion is very strong, they are no match for more than 100,000 Demon Race interstellar warships!
You should quickly persuade them not to waste their troops.
Although Leona used to dislike or even hate the Dragon Legion, the current situation has actually made her more open-minded.
The Dragon Legion has now formed an alliance with its sister, Blanche, so that they can help each other when facing attacks from the Demon Clan fleet in the future.
If she were to let the JF-17 Legion be wasted on this battlefield, which she considered meaningless, then so be it.
That would undoubtedly aggravate her sins.
Blanche looked intently at Leona: "Leona, I believe in the decision that lord made."
Since he has decided to support you, I believe he will not provide meaningless assistance.
So now all you have to do is carry out his orders.
Hold the line and await reinforcements!
Leona wanted to say something more.
Blanche said seriously, "Leona, what you need to do now is to minimize the fleet's casualties as much as possible and wait for the Dragon Legion and our reinforcements to arrive."
Leona clenched her fists at the thought of the fleet that had followed her out.
"You...you really believe..."
“You only have this one choice now,” Blanche said firmly.
"I understand. I will stay here and wait for your support."
I will do my best to minimize the losses of the fleet.
"I...I'm taking them home!" Leona's emotions changed completely, and her eyes seemed to be shining.
At that moment, she regained her faith.
Even if this belief is faint, at least there is hope.
"I believe in you, wait for us!" Blanche said, and the communication temporarily ended.
Leona took a deep breath and looked at the somewhat chaotic bridge and the jumbled sounds coming from her command channel.
There were calls for help and reports of urgent battle situations; it was a chaotic scene.
Leona composed herself, pressed the communication button on the command channel, and simultaneously disabled the communication permissions of all starship captains, leaving only her voice on the line.
"I am Leona."
When those five words were uttered, everyone on the bridge and in the command channel fell silent for a brief moment.
But this is far from enough to dispel their inner fears.
"I know that our fleet is in a very dangerous situation right now."
But please calm down, everyone. My sister Blanche and our allies, the Dragon Legion, have sent a message that they are coming to our aid.
Therefore, I hope that you will all remain at your posts and carry out my orders.
"I assure you, I will do everything in my power to get you out of here!" Leona announced the arrival of reinforcements.
This news is undoubtedly a shot in the arm for everyone facing the current situation.
However, some people are still unwilling to believe that there is a way to break the deadlock.
General Bolton was one of them, and he laughed self-deprecatingly, "So what if we have reinforcements?"
On the other side were over 100,000 Demon Starships, including more than 10,000 T4-class Starships.
How do we fight this battle?
How do I fight?
Even if all the starships of our Warhammer United States were here, we still couldn't win.
"I can't win... ah..."
To the astonishment of everyone on the bridge, a heavy punch landed directly on General Bolton's face.
Then came a heavy punch, an elbow strike, and a kick.
Gradually, General Bolton's screams also disappeared.
Under Leona's brutal beating, General Bolton fainted.
Leona looked at the bloodstains on her fist and shook it off in disgust: "Damn it, you old bastard, stop babbling on and on."
I've wanted to beat you up for a long time.
As she spoke, Leona prepared to walk towards her command platform, taking a few steps forward.
Leona, still furious, walked back and kicked General Bolton in the head several more times.
If Leona didn't have important things to do right now, she would definitely have fought a few more rounds.
If it weren't for this damn guy constantly whispering in his ear, would I have made such a big mistake?
whoosh whoosh
After venting her anger, Leona returned to the command platform.
She began issuing orders, altering the original battle plan.
Under Leona's calm and composed command, order on the bridge and in the command channel was gradually restored.
Leona's only thought right now is to minimize the losses of her own fleet!
So far, because of the nearly one hour of fighting that followed.
They originally had 300,000 interstellar warships, but have already lost nearly 100,000!
The majority of these losses came from the outer tribal fleets. Originally intended as a reserve fleet, they were suddenly attacked by the outer demon fleets, resulting in heavy losses.
The current situation is that their fleet is being attacked from both inside and outside by the enemy. If there is no proper command, it is only a matter of time before the remaining 200,000-plus interstellar warships are completely annihilated, and it will happen very quickly.
Leona's strategy was to gather as many of her own fleets as possible together to form a defensive formation, thereby minimizing her own losses.
However, because Leona's fleet had been spread out very loosely in preparation for the attack.
If we were to force all these fleets together, it would actually cause enormous losses.
Therefore, Leona made some modifications to this plan.
Some fleets that could not be efficiently assembled in a short period of time formed small defensive positions on the spot.
This is how the following scene came about.
The fleet, which was originally in a crescent formation, has now become a scattered defensive position consisting of several large circles and dozens of small circles.
However, after this defensive strategy was established, Leona's fleet losses showed a clear downward trend.
"Your Highness, your defensive deployment is very effective!"
"Our average combat losses have decreased by at least half compared to before!" An officer looked at Princess Leona excitedly.
Princess Leona swallowed hard, looking at the dozens of scattered smaller circles surrounding the large ones on the interstellar battlefield sandbox.
His eyes were filled with guilt.
She was well aware of her defensive setup.
While the fleet's losses have indeed been reduced for now, this also means that these scattered defensive positions will most likely all fall in the future.
These interstellar warships were Leona's expendable pawns.
In fact, she had known all along that these interstellar warships, due to their location, would have difficulty retreating to large defensive positions.
So Leona chose to let them continue to serve their purpose.
This scattered defensive formation slows down the enemy's advance.
"sorry."
Leona silently apologized in her heart, but her eyes were filled with determination.
She was a commander, and for the sake of the fleet, she had to do this!
