Ch.217″If there are five people, one of them is trash.” (1)

Obviously, just because the battle had started didn’t mean we knew where the enemy was.

“Launch aircraft from the Kraken and light carriers. Have one attack group on standby, one for fleet air defense, and send the remaining two attack groups forward for reconnaissance.”

“Yes, Commander.”

The users who brought carriers, including myself, immediately launched massive numbers of aircraft from their carriers to begin reconnaissance across the vast battle zone.

Of course, separate from these aircraft, small high-speed vessels like patrol ships also poured out in droves.

Given the scale of this game, aircraft output alone wasn’t enough to maintain direct communication with ships over long distances.

The small ships following behind served as radar picket ships, relaying radar and communications for the aircraft.

Someone might wonder how we managed during the previous clan battle…

Back then, we were fighting in “my territory,” where communication beacons were scattered everywhere, so aircraft didn’t face communication restrictions.

Here, we had no such luxuries, so we had to make do.

And since I wasn’t alone this time but accompanied by other users, the number of aircraft deployed wasn’t just 10,000-20,000 but over 100,000.

With dozens of small ships swarming forward, it was quite a spectacular sight.

However, regardless of that, the users’ subsequent actions were quite frustrating.

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-[Let’s go]

-[No, shouldn’t we stick together first?]

-[I think some of us should take a detour]

-[Didn’t you guys decide how to fight?](Me)

-[How can we when we don’t know how the enemy will appear? lol]

-[We’ll gather and crush them once reconnaissance spots the enemy]

-[Agreed]

-[Then let’s spread out for now]

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Like a flock of lost sheep, everyone was going their own way.

Of course, as mentioned in the chat, they weren’t completely without “strategy.”

But prioritizing enemy contact by blindly scattering without knowing the enemy’s composition resulted in…

A few hours after the battle began, the chat was filled with the wailing cries of baby users begging for help.

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-[Fuck, help]

-[Need assistance!]

-[Where the hell did all our aircraft go?]

-[You idiot, how can you crash and then ask where everyone is?]

-[Save me]

-[What are you doing?]

-[Got caught by enemy cruisers while detouring, being pursued]

-[Didn’t you have 2 battleships…?]

-[Got ambushed and my battleship’s half-destroyed, so I’m running lol]

-[Flanking the enemy]

-[OK going to block them]

-[Made contact with enemy aircraft, roughly 50,000-60,000 of them]

-[Wow that’s a lot]

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Of course, there were trolls who stupidly confronted battleships head-on with just cruisers, without any cover or concealment.

And incompetent players who, instead of detouring as instructed, mindlessly charged forward and lost their battleships to torpedo cruisers.

But apart from these trolls…

The rest of the users were each doing their part and carrying out the battle quite effectively.

Besides, as I mentioned before, I had the one-hit kill manly spear meta at my disposal.

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-[Save me]

-[Help]

-[Help]

-[Fuck, lost a battleship, fuck]

-[Wait](Me)

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For the guy who had mindlessly charged in relying only on his battleship’s tanking ability, then got chased by torpedo cruisers…

And now finally lost a battleship, I launched a long-range missile attack to help.

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-[Battleships are so strong]

-[Our aircraft can’t damage that thing?]

-[Wait](Me)

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The moment I spotted an enemy battleship cautiously emerging, taking advantage of our ally’s blunder…

“Launch all strategic missiles and heavy torpedoes from Hresvelgr, and Kraken, teleport all of them right in front of that damn battleship!”

“Yes, Commander!”

Using the Kraken to teleport the cruiser-sized strategic missiles from both sides of our magnificent Hresvelgr’s hull.

The enemy battleship had no time for interception or anything else as cruiser-sized missiles suddenly appeared right in front of it, making it go “Whoooa!” before exploding with a bang.

The enemy battleship user must have been quite skilled because…

When one ship was hit by the strategic missile, they quickly maneuvered their other battleship to avoid it, showing impressive skill, but…

“I still have six more.”

After avoiding one missile, they were greeted by a simultaneous barrage of big fucking missiles, resulting in taking three strategic missiles—each capable of causing major damage with just one hit.

With what must have been a “Holy shit” moment, the two battleships that had been pursuing our troll ally disappeared into cosmic dust without even leaving debris behind.

Naturally, the remaining heavy torpedoes that accompanied those strategic missiles also struck the other ships escorting the battleships, causing massive explosions.

But with that, today’s Kraken teleportation show came to an end.

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-[We’re screwed, enemy reconnaissance aircraft spotted our fleet]

-[What was surveillance doing??]

-[Don’t you know ship surveillance range decreases when relaying for aircraft?]

-[You should’ve accounted for that when dispatching, fuck]

-[Too late now]

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Meanwhile, as the position of our “main force”—including my Kraken, allied carriers, and battleships—was discovered…

The enemy, having sacrificed “merely” three battleships and some cruisers from one user, apparently believed our main force wouldn’t face a sudden fucking heavy torpedo spam.

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-[Enemy main force confirmed]

-[5 battleships, 4 battlecruisers, and 8 carriers confirmed]

-[Oh shit, there must be 200 medium cruisers?]

-[Wait I mixed up battleships and battlecruisers, it’s 12 battleships and 20 battlecruisers]

-[Why the fuck did the numbers suddenly increase?]

-[Two other fleets joined via short-range teleport]

-[Those bastards must have incorporated their flanking fleets into their main force]

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Like true men, they seemed intent on a short-term fleet decisive battle, steadily advancing toward us with their main force including no less than 40 capital ships.

Of course, our team wasn’t going to just watch this spectacle, so we immediately implemented countermeasures, but…

The problem was that unlike the enemy team, which had some semblance of teamwork…

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-[Where are our flanking forces and what are they doing?]

-[Fuck, my battleship exploded so I can’t move]

-[???]

-[What about the others?]

-[Someone deserted, fuck]

-[How do you desert in a situation like this?]

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They say if there are five people, one of them is trash.

By that ratio, two out of our ten trolls were either sitting in place desperately repairing their ships, not caring whether allies got destroyed…

Or they had fled far away, not wanting to get hit, regardless of allies or anything else.

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-[LOLOLOLOL]

-[Ah fuck, we have two idiots from the first team]

-[LOLOL]

-[My mental is really shaking]

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Naturally, seeing such a mess would shake anyone’s mental state.

Even teammates who were somehow holding onto their sanity were getting irritated by the absurd situation, making it seem like the team was falling apart from the first round.

I shook my head at the mess.

Then I contacted my Naranjara-class submarines that I had sent ahead in stealth mode, instructing them to plant 3-4 torpedoes each into the aircraft carriers positioned at the rear of the enemy main force.