Ovid, on the other hand, was over there, continuing to bear the continuous space blows every second.

Once again he fell into a state of being unable to move.

In the bridge of one of the Pangu-class ships.

"Colonel, the plan was very successful."

"You haven't missed any soldiers, right?"

"No, there are a total of 1,378 crew members on ship No. 1375. They were all recovered by nearby warships using optical transmission technology. No one was left behind."

"Well done, while maintaining the line bombardment, use light transmission technology to evenly distribute the teleported personnel to the other warships. Otherwise, if a certain warship has too many personnel and happens to be targeted, there may not be enough

Time transfer."

"Yes, Colonel!"

Immediately afterwards, a large number of white beams flashed in the circular fleet array.

The 1,378 people were quickly evenly distributed among the remaining ninety-eight battleships.

Originally, Ovid was planning to use this method to capture the rebel fleet in one fell swoop.

But now it seems who tricked whom...

It’s really hard to say!
Chapter completed!