Face Off With The vortans V

Half an hour later, when the last Vortans rescue team Warship was destroyed, the battlefield calmed down.

"Order the Support Fleet to leave one to clean up the battlefield and rescue any of our Mechas that may have survived," Ethan ordered Williams.

"Roger that!"

After returning to Ares, Ethan instantly resumed his post.

"Also, connect me to the commanders of the fleets that joined us for a holo call."

"Understood, I'm going to inform them."

A few minutes later, Ethan left one Fleet behind for cleaning the battlefield as well as rescue work and set off with the other Fleets toward the inner part Of Area B-588.

Ethan sat path the head of the table with holographic figures around the table. He cleared his throat to begin the meeting

"Everyone, I am the commander of the 1st Mixed Fleet, Ethan Kane!"

"According to Admiral Collins's orders, I will temporarily take charge of the Fleets you command. During this period, I hope everyone will obey my orders, any objections?"

"No!"

"Good" Ethan nodded in approval.

After all, Ethan's reputation in the Ninety-Fifth Fleet as the youngest Vice Admiral and a talented fleet commander, and these Commanders were only Commanders of small Fleets, so how could there be any objections?

"Good, since the next battle is way more dangerous, a wrong decision can lead to a total loss, so everyone must listen carefully. Now, I'll start talking about our battle strategy!"

Moments later, the meeting ended with the commanders looking at Ethan with shocked faces.

If he could devise this kind of battle strategy, this guy has a limitless future, and will probably surpass Grand Vizier Mike in the future.

"Okay, everyone get ready, we will arrive at the battlefield in about an hour!"

"Yes!"

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield, the Ninety-Fifth Fleet and the Vanguard Fleet of the Vortans had been fighting fiercely for a full four hours.

At this moment, Admiral Collins received a message that reassured him.

*Chen Xue has been rescued, the Prince and Gregory Rothschild have been killed, the Support Fleet is on its way, and it will arrive at the battlefield in an hour!*

"Ethan didn't let me down!" Admiral Collins muttered.

"Tell the Commanders to hold on a little longer, at most 2 hours and the winner will be determined!" Admiral Collins directed.

An hour later, the black expanse of space was shattered by the glimmering lights of thousands of starships, their hulls reflecting the distant glow of the distant sun.

Ethan stood on the bridge of his flagship, Ares, his gaze fixed on the holographic display. His fingers danced across the control panel, adjusting the fleet's formation with precision.

"The Vortans won't see this coming, Vice Admiral," one of the commanders said, her lilac eyes narrowing in concentration. "Our coordinated assault from the flank will disrupt their formation and weaken their defenses."

Ethan nodded, his determination unwavering. "Prepare to engage, everyone. This is our chance to deal a massive blow to the Vortans fleet."

As the fleet moved into position, the tension in the air was palpable. Each ship's crew knew the stakes were high - the fate of the federation depended on the outcome of this battle. An eerie silence enveloped the scene, broken only by the soft hum of engines and the occasional beep of a console.

Sensors were calibrated, and weapons systems stood ready. The anticipation was agonizing, every second dragging on like an eternity.

On the flagship of the vanguard fleet of the Vortans, the commander glanced at the tactical panel.

"Reporting, about 4500 ships are approaching."

"Hmm? Nearly 5,000 ships? In what direction?"

"Reporting, one's course is located to the left side of the battlefield, and the other is to the right side!"

"What is this about? What can 5,000 ships do in this current state?"

"Commander, the other side has reached the periphery of our battlefield, and it's facing the battlefield separately in a semi-enveloping spread!"

"Hmm? Not good? Why didn't I think of this, now we are in a state of deadlock and no one can break formation first, the two Human Fleets that are outside this circle can just attack our flanks!"

"Commander, then should we fight and disengage from this mutually consuming formation as soon as possible?" the staff asked, while the commander fall into deep thought.

On the bridge of Ares, a tense silence settled over the bridge as the seconds ticked away. Then, as if a symphony had been orchestrated in the void of space, Ethan's voice cut through the silence.

"Fire at will."

The ships erupted with a barrage of energy projectiles and plasma torpedoes streaking toward the Vortans fleet. The element of surprise gave the mixed fleet a critical advantage, catching the Vortans off guard. Chaos ensued as explosions blossomed in the darkness.

After Ethan gave the order, he continued to look at the virtual tactical panel. The two Support Fleets were currently located on the left and right sides of Formation, so the Ninety-Fifth Fleet and the Vortans would take turns in passing in front of the two Support Fleets and would expose their flanks.

When the Vortans Fleet passes, it will be time for the Support Fleets to open fire.

One minute later.

"Fire!"

The Orion's powerful cannons fired, striking a Vortans cruiser and sending it spiraling out of control. Liara's strategic brilliance became evident as the mixed fleet's precision attacks shattered the Vortan formation, creating an opening for the Ninety-Fifth Fleet to exploit.

Hours felt like minutes as the battle raged on, the mixed fleet pressing their advantage. The Vortans, dazed and disoriented, struggled to mount a coherent defense.

When the last Vortans' Warship was destroyed, the battlefield was littered with wreckage and debris.

Something noteworthy was that even at the last moment, the Vortans did not issue a surrender signal. Regarding this, Ethan can only sigh at their tenacity to fight!

From the battle, the main force of the Ninety-Fifth Fleet lost a total of 3,800 ships in the early hours, and 500 ships in the late attack...

After calculation, the total damage of the entire Ninety Fifth Fleet was 4,886 ships and 3,617 Mechas, though the loss of personnel could not be accurately calculated until the battlefield is cleaned.

"Ethan, well done, but there is a big problem waiting for us behind!" Admiral Collins said.

"I understand, Fisk's Support Fleet!"

An hour later, after cleaning up the battlefield, recovering a large number of evacuation pods, and collecting the remains that could be saved, the remaining 14,000 ships of the Ninety-Fifth Fleet that were still in good fighting condition set off towards the depths of the Asteroid Belt.