On the escort ship, aside from Zhao Yu, there were over a dozen robots responsible for piloting the spaceship.
Standing by the rear window of the spaceship, Zhao Yu watched as their defensive line receded into the distance. A tinge of regret crept into his heart; perhaps he had acted too hastily.
Yet, he quickly shook his head, casting aside such distracting thoughts.
"Only I can handle this. If I don't go, war is inevitable. If I go, there's a slim chance of survival..."
"Besides, this escort ship has a laser defense system. It should hold up for at least three minutes..."
His current journey was not entirely defenseless. The ship's laser defense system was capable of fending off some attacks.
In addition, he had agreed on an escape route with Uncle Da.
After both sides negotiated, as long as his ship made the corresponding maneuvers, all base points facing them in the first defensive line would unleash their strongest laser beams.