Although his words sounded impressive, Boss Yang still felt a bit troubled facing this fleet of inferior ships assembled by the nobles.
If it was a group of several hundred regular ships gathered together, Yang Ming could have simply attacked the enemy's flagship, capturing the leader first to paralyze their command system.
But the fleet conjured up by these nobles had about a dozen command centers.
It was a complete mess!
East Wind bridge.
Yang Ming, Lyu's simulated image, and 026 gathered at the sand table, continuously simulating the assault operation.
"Boss, there's only one of you, it's impossible to invade twelve battleships at the same time," 026 pouted, "Without a flagship to lead, we're at a disadvantage."
Yang Ming clicked his tongue, "If we had a Dreadnought, why would we worry about these small fry?"
