"Collide?"
Margaret looked at Fatty in astonishment, wondering if she had misheard.
However, the subsequent actions of the bandit army's officers and soldiers completely dispelled her doubts about her hearing.
After a furious order from Fatty, the entire command room erupted into chaos. The sound of commands and calls was incessant. Margaret saw with her own eyes a staff officer responsible for fleet coordination jumping up and giving orders: "Collide, Magic, ram it!"
Except for the aircraft carrier which still maintained invisibility without movement, all the other battleships around fully opened their thruster nozzles. After just two seconds of stillness, they shot straight toward Hanfrey's flagship.
The course, the angle, the speed... if not preparing for a collision, then what?
