If we add General Sam's ships to the count, then technically, we outnumber the enemy forces.
But the real problem began the moment the Shadowless Hawks appeared on radar—because right then, all of Sam's ships immediately started turning tail, fleeing in the opposite direction.
So in practical terms, the fight now stood at our 183 ships versus their 211. The gap in numbers wasn't enormous, but the difference in quality was. Their entire fleet consisted of battleships and larger-class vessels. Meanwhile, less than half of ours met that classification.
We were clearly outgunned in terms of sheer firepower... Or at least, that's what most would assume at first glance.
"Send out the hunters," I ordered, my voice calm and composed.
Didn't I have all of our ships undergo a series of modifications earlier? Of course, those changes weren't just cosmetic. In fact, our smaller vessels had been transformed into something that could no longer be underestimated.
