Yang Ming looked up at the sky.
"Hurry up and find me a transport, I need to enter the Imperial Palace as soon as possible," Yang Ming said softly, "Continue to contact General Fremont, I want to know why the anti-ship system hidden in the Imperial Palace hasn't been activated yet."
"Yes, General Fremont may find it difficult to receive our communication request right now."
"Then find a way to make him see me."
Yang Ming glanced up at the sky.
The images of several Sherman Empire warships exploding made him furrow his brow.
The disparity was within his expectations.
The next moment was the most critical; if the sudden involvement of the Third Fleet in the battle couldn't change the situation, couldn't make the scales of victory temporarily tip in their favor, today's battle would surely be a disastrous defeat.
Thought Space.
In front of Lyu were hundreds of projection screens.
