Tom knew that his opponent had probably already learned that he could only control a maximum of 160,000 warships at a time.
But it didn't matter; even if they knew, it was fine. He hadn't planned to keep this a secret for too long anyway, and he couldn't.
"So, what kind of tactics will you choose next?"
Tom's heart was heavy, yet also slightly curious.
Under Tom's strict preparedness, he saw that the opponent's tactics had indeed changed.
The massive fleets no longer gathered together but began to disperse and maneuver on a large scale within the solar system, sometimes scattered, sometimes concentrated. Their attack targets also seemed not to be fixed but full of randomness.
In the previous stage, they were attacking Jupiter. It didn't last long, didn't cause much damage, and he didn't suffer many casualties. Suddenly, the attack stopped, the fleet quickly withdrew, then merged with several other fleets and went to attack Mars.
