Right at this moment, Fudin saw, through the optical system, another friendly fleet near the frontal interception fleet's sector suddenly erupt in bursts of intense light, and his expression twisted.
After a long moment, he finally cursed in his heart.
"Fuck."
He didn't even know who to blame.
It turned out that a large volley of long‑range weapons launched in concentrated fire by another friendly fleet from the rear, belonging to a different Five Elder Clan, had happened to slam into the elite main fleet of the Pakuiao Pirate Group, which had been intending to close in and reinforce the crumbling interception fleet's defensive line.
Was this an internal feud?
Not quite.
