He felt he got it.
Then, a warship silently exploded into a shimmering fireball in space.
A massive, pitch-black warship suddenly leapt out of the inky background of the universe.
The battle began.
Contrary to Qi Ye's imagined cacophony of various explosions, command voices, and equipment alert sounds, the actual battlefield was very quiet.
The sound of escort ships taking off didn't reach him, he couldn't hear the broadcast from inside the warship; the silent explosion of escort ships was like fleeting fireworks, insignificant and silent.
The orders he heard were calm and restrained, the sound of fire control systems was clear and accurate.
Qi Ye had never experienced such a quiet battlefield before.
It was eerily quiet.
The battle was intense; on the dark space tapestry, each fleeting spark was the passing of a life, each exploding fireball dramatic proof that thousands of soldiers went down with their ship.
But all of this happened in silence.
