The youths had no concept of coordination, treating the stealth bombers like aircraft carriers, completely thrilled. They wrenched the speed to the maximum, darting toward the enemy's rear like sailfish.

Ziye hurriedly signaled the other fleets to match their speed, aiming to strike the enemy's rear simultaneously if possible.

It wasn't mandatory to strike at the exact same moment, but they had to be ready to strike at any moment.

The ten youths arrived at their designated locations simultaneously. The battlefield behind the Coalition forces was primarily occupied by logistics fleets, relatively quiet.

They weren't particularly alert; it was a perfect opportunity.

But how could they destroy the maximum number of warships with the quickest action?

The youths scratched their heads, racking their brains. Even if all firing platforms were activated at once, it would take a while to wreak havoc among the enemy. What to do?

They debated for a time without reaching a conclusion, finally sending Xiao Hei to ask Ziye.

Ziye pondered briefly, then asked, "Have any of you ever played with firecrackers? Line up all the small firecrackers in a circle, gather the fuses in one spot, and then light it all at once."

The youths understood instantly, chattering excitedly on the light screen about where to place the fuse.

Finally, they reached an area near a logistics fleet concentration in the middle-rear of the Coalition fleet, spreading out at a distance of exactly 5100+ meters, and began launching containers toward the Coalition direction via the stackway.

Ninety percent of the containers were loaded with heavy torpedoes.

Once the containers entered space, the ten individuals synchronized their timing and commands, loaded a single torpedo into a firing platform, aimed it at a container, and launched!

BOOM—

A massive explosion erupted in the void of space, igniting all the nearby containers in succession. There was an endless series of BOOM BOOM sounds—containers exploded, Coalition warships exploded, and the explosions triggered secondary detonations. In an instant, the space within several thousand meters transformed into a raging sea of fire.

The fire burned fiercely, swallowing the ammunition industrial ships of the logistics supply team. Horrifying mushroom clouds rose into the starry expanse, hanging there long after the initial blasts.

The moment the youths launched the torpedoes, they all found an escape vector and fled in different directions.

The only one in a miserable situation was Xiao Zi, who, in his panic, fled in the wrong direction and collided with a Coalition aircraft carrier. The fragile stealth bomber was instantly half-crushed upon impact with the carrier. Terrified, he immediately abandoned the ship, his escape pod shooting out from underneath the carrier with a swoosh.

They fled without daring to listen, racing back to Ziye’s original rendezvous point. To their dismay, Ziye was no longer there. A mixture of tension and excitement filled them, completely forgetting they could broadcast fleet-wide messages, or check teammates' coordinates, or even directly warp back to the main fleet. They frantically circled in space, growing anxious.

Seeing a Coalition fleet approaching, they spun around and bolted. After running for a while, they remembered the stealth bombers could turn invisible, so they stopped, looked at each other's sweat-drenched faces, and burst into laughter.

Only Xiao Zi, having lost his stealth bomber, had to hitch a ride on Xiao Hei's. He looked dejected, seemingly the only one of the ten who had failed the mission...

After laughing it out, they stripped off their outer layers, casually wiping the sweat from their backs. "Let's go find our Goddess, time to move!"

Ziye spotted their erratic situation from her command vessel. However, this was the perfect moment for the main attack. She tossed a small stream of coolant to them and then charged toward the main battle zone.

The target the youths had obliterated was precisely the Coalition's logistics hub.

The army marches on its stomach before the battle begins.

Once the army is engaged, provisions become even more critical.

The sky-high flames rising from the Coalition logistics area alerted the commanders that something was wrong, and they immediately dispatched troops for rescue.

Ziye's fleet had been waiting for exactly this opportunity, intercepting the rescue forces mid-route.

One warship arrived, one was destroyed; two arrived, two were annihilated. Her line of battleships was like a god of slaughter guarding a pass; no one could break through her line.

Meeting this resistance, the Coalition sent more reinforcements, pressing toward Ziye's line like a swarm of locusts. Ziye saw this was beyond her capacity to hold alone and immediately gave the order to disengage.

Ziye was far more familiar with the path of the Hope Legion than the Coalition forces, and they escaped much faster.

The Coalition forces failed to catch Ziye's fleet. Returning to the main engagement, they discovered that Tang Jing's fleet had already torn a gash in their rear, with over a hundred warships plowing through relentlessly, slaughtering everything in a frenzy.

It was a diversionary tactic!

By the time the Coalition realized this disaster, it was too late to stop the carnage.

Ziye activated the voice system, sharing the successful kill report with the entire legion.

The members of the Wolf's Den Legion felt a surge of spirit; the fear of defeat and the anxiety over lost warships vanished completely.

Because Ziye had demonstrated through actual action that even the weak could achieve victory!

They had already endured the battle for two months; they had to see it through to the end!

Wartime reporters stationed in the Angel Sector immediately transmitted footage of the battle to headquarters, hailing it as a miracle of victory against superior numbers in military history!

This instantly caused an uproar, not just in the Wolf's Den, but throughout the entire Angel Sector.

This battle could be summarized in two words: Brilliant!

On the battlefield, morale was more crucial than anything else.

It mattered more than the accuracy of bombs, the skill of a captain, or the toughness of a warship. It was what allowed people to persistently hold onto a single conviction until it was realized.

Conversely, the morale of the Coalition forces suffered a significant blow.

The Coalition personnel, whether from the Stellar Federation or Fia, were accustomed to arrogance and had never taken a small legion like the Wolf's Den seriously, believing that conquering them in a month was no great feat. However, reality had delivered a harsh slap to their faces.

They discovered that their opponents were more ruthless and stronger than they were.

After their confidence took a severe beating, they easily lost that spirit of treating enemies as non-entities in combat, becoming timid and cautious, constantly worried that a Wolf's Den stealth bomber might drop torpedoes on their warships.

The logistics fleet primarily consisted of the medical team, the supply team, and the transport team.

The supply team's industrial ships, ablaze with ammunition, also affected the transport team, throwing the entire logistics chain into paralysis. The Coalition forces were going mad.

The youths shouted excitedly, "Let's go raid them again! This is so much fun!!"

Ziye stopped them without a word: "No going!"

Xiao Cheng was puzzled: "Why? Shouldn't we press the advantage?"

Ziye slowly shook her head: "The Coalition isn't stupid. They will certainly be prepared this time; going there would be walking into a trap."

Seeing Ziye maintain such rational composure after winning a battle, the twins nodded secretly in their minds. They hadn't expected Ziye to possess the talents of a military strategist; it was truly surprising.

Ziye called Tang Jing and the commanders of every fleet for a concise meeting. She enlarged the light screen to a human height, brought up the star map, and said, "Next, we are going to fight a beautiful guerrilla campaign." She drew a triangle on the star map with her pen. "The fleet formation must be adjusted: the stealth bombers will disperse and integrate into the main fleet, adopting a triangular guerrilla formation."

Xiao Hei looked bewildered: "What kind of formation is the triangular guerrilla formation?"

Ziye explained, "The triangular formation means that near every squadron of warships, there are two other squadrons, three teams mutually supporting each other. They adjust based on the needs of the battlefield, ensuring no fleet is left isolated to be crushed."

The youths nodded in unison: "That sounds incredibly impressive."

Ziye added, "The stealth bombers are the left and right arms of the fleet; they are indispensable. You cannot slack off."

The youths, all hailing from trash planets and having spent time together in the training camp, had forged a deep rapport. They instinctively puffed out their chests: "We definitely won't disappoint you!"

Ziye turned to the twins: "What about you two?"

The twins spoke in unison: "We know what to do."

Ziye smiled and gave them a fist bump.

Tang Jing’s subordinates would be commanded by Tang Jing himself.

After the reorganization, the nine fleets charged back into the battle, leaving Ziye's lone command vessel behind. Ziye jumped up anxiously: "Hey, why did you abandon me?"

She scanned the star map, deciding to follow Aikes's fleet.

Tang Jing’s fleet was full of powerful, heavily armed ships; following behind him would ensure she was completely obscured. She didn't want protection; she wanted to be on the battlefield.

Aikes’s and Sibent’s fleets were similar, but Aikes was missing Xiao Zi's stealth bomber. She decided to fill that gap.

The Tang Clan forces had trained together for a long time and fought together, developing exceptional tacit understanding. The triangular guerrilla formation, without any prior rehearsal or drill, achieved the most basic level of mutual support.

Ziye watched the fleets on the light screen. Although there were occasional slight hesitations and a few fleets not quite holding their positions, overall, they had succeeded. Even the stealth bombers hadn't run wild.

In this regard, the weakness of Aikes and Sibent became apparent.

The two were accustomed only to each other's tacit understanding; they didn't know what mutual coordination meant with others. Thus, on their side, they relied on a single fleet personally led by Tang Jing to maintain formation integrity while simultaneously fighting the enemy.

Ziye opened her voice system intending to remind Aikes and Sibent, but she paused.

This was a battlefield. If she focused too much on maintaining formation, she might forget the enemy and get wiped out.

The core purpose of the formation was to allow the quickest possible rescue when teammates were attacked, not to become a burden to one another.

The twins would understand.

She switched off the voice system. Suddenly, her vision blurred as seven or eight Hornets swarmed toward her front, buzzing.

Damn it!

Ziye signaled the Q-series robot to open fire while simultaneously sending a high-speed transmission to Tang Wen: "Teacher, I need to borrow drones! Lend me a hundred drones!"

Tang Wen pursed his lips: "Iron Cavalry or Hornets?"

Ziye replied without hesitation: "Iron Cavalry."

Tang Wen hummed: "The carrier transporting the drones will arrive at Hope System in one hour."

That quick?

Ziye’s eyes widened.

Then she realized: he had lent her everything—fleet warships and all—what else could he refuse to lend?

Thinking this, Ziye felt a pang of guilt. The Tang Clan had lent her so much; what if someone attacked the Tang Clan while Tang Wen had no warships to defend himself?

She voiced her worries.

Tang Wen suddenly laughed, "Silly girl."

-RS