Facing the challenge head-on.
The entire fleet moved backward.
When receiving this command, the Captains of various ships nearly fell over. Before Pasiphael issued the orders, at least a dozen countermeasures had flashed in their minds, covering all bases. Just as they were brimming with confidence, prepared to cleanse their comrades' shame with the enemy's heads, and add to their own merits, the command from the flagship poured over them like a bucket of ice water—thoroughly drenching the fervor and fervent minds.
All at once, the wireless was filled with an uproar—complaints, doubts, griping of every kind, but for all their complaining, the fleet still carried out Pasiphael's orders, retreating in a wheel formation toward the rear of the defensive line.
