Realm of Power

The huge hull of the battleship was burning under thick flames, and the scattered Strand naval battleships were scurrying around in chaos in the battle area.

"Commander! What should we do?" The adjutant's voice seemed a little restless as he begged.

This tone of voice strongly affected the nerves of Commander Strand Navy Commander Fullengil! The raid turned into an ambush. The person who initially believed that the battle plan was foolproof and that the Falcon Empire Navy had been caught in the net, suddenly faced such a failure, his mind went completely blank.

The number of Falcon Empire fleets does not match the predetermined number. It was originally thought that the number of battleships that the Falcon Empire fleet can fight would not exceed 80 ships. However, we have 220 battleships. But now, the number of the opponent's two fleets is absolutely The combat number exceeded 150 ships, and the original numerical advantage completely disappeared.

If he had known that the Falcon Empire Navy had split the battleship into two, he would never have been able to charge up so stupidly.

Now the whole situation is in chaos! It was originally supposed to annihilate the Falcon Empire Navy with three times the number of battleships. Now the situation has been completely reversed. Because it is too crowded in the middle, the Fourth Fleet closest to the attack is now weak and must withstand the Falcon Empire alone. Indiscriminate bombardment by naval warships,

"Urgently contact the 2nd and 6th fleets to disperse with all their strength, and order the 4th fleet to hold on."

Fulengir's rich experience came into play at this moment. He shouted loudly and ordered the fleet to disperse, because he realized that the Falcon Empire fleet was obviously planning to make dumplings for them all. What an arrogant commander. Although he was ambushed It's a side, but it also has 220 warships! The flag representing a dispersed breakout was raised from the flagship, but the chaotic situation made it difficult to convey the order to the front.

"Send four contact boats. Two of them will go to the Second and Sixth Fleets respectively!"

Fulengir shouted vigorously, and at this moment, a radiating flash of light instantly turned his face white. The dragon-class battleship's main gun, which had been silent for a while, had completed cooling. The white light expanded with shuddering heat and struck a battleship less than thirty meters away from the flagship.

Rumble, the huge heat wave brought up a lot of debris and hit it on the side of the ship. The resulting light strongly stimulated everyone's eyes.

The hit battleship turned into a fireball in an instant. Half the deck of the battleship was lifted into the air by the violent explosion, and sparks shot out from the hull. The red flames quickly engulfed the entire battleship, and in a blink of an eye, the battleship became a grave for 660 soldiers.

"It's the flank!" the adjutant shouted with an ugly expression.

"It was the fourth fleet with the worst combat effectiveness that collapsed." Fulengir looked at the sunk battleship with an ugly expression.

"So fast..." Beads of sweat appeared on the adjutant's forehead.

"Order the rear battleships to speed up. If you can catch up, you may be able to attack the flank of the Falcon Empire Navy. If successful, it will be of great help to the entire battle!"

A trace of determination flashed in Furengia's eyes, and his tone was full of self-deprecation, "It is almost certain that the opponent's combat intention is to squeeze us from the side and completely nail us here. The opponent's tactics remind me of the wolf on the prairie. Herd, a tactic used to prevent sheep that are much larger than one’s own from scattering!”

"Commander. Watch port!"

Fulengir heard the shouts of the adjutant behind him, and then heard a deafening explosion. The hot air wave directly knocked Fulengil over. The deck shattered, and the sailor staggered around on the deck, his body rolling to the ground. It hit the side of the ship as hard as a gourd, and some people even fell from the side of the ship into the sea, making blood-curdling screams.

"The flagship has been hit, Commander!"

The adjutant lay on the ground and crawled over with his buttocks twisted. In the direction of the side deck, a series of explosions erupted in flames, and the heat waves erupted, causing violent waves on the sea.

far away. A Dragon-class battleship of the Falcon Empire, whose tonnage and combat power were several times that of the Dragon Fang battleship. In an instant, the salvos of hundreds of thunder gods swept over like lightning. Furengir's flagship, a ship carrying The Poseidon-class fleet, which bore the glory of Strand's navy, was hit head-on by a salvo. Suddenly, broken wood flew across the side of the deck, and the fire penetrated deeply into the hull. A small explosion occurred directly on the hull. The deck was riddled with holes and exploded into pieces by waves of fire snakes and heat waves. The powerful attack wave destroyed The deck of the battleship was lifted up like a toy, throwing all the debris on it into the air.

"asshole!"

Fulengir lay on the baseboard and waited until the explosion stopped before standing up angrily. The sight that caught his eyes made him take a breath of silence. His flagship was completely destroyed. The huge wheel on the side had been completely shattered, and the cabin There is a fire burning inside, surrounded by sailors fighting the fire in confusion,

"Order each squadron to break out immediately, otherwise the fleet will become the victim of the enemy defeating them one by one, and no one will survive." Fulengir shouted angrily, with a sharp pain in his back, and his eyes went black. His body shook, and his hands were on I wiped my painful back and it was covered in blood.

"Am I injured?" Furengia's face was stunned for a moment. He saw the adjutant running towards him, "Quick, the commander is injured, take him to other battleships immediately!" The adjutant's voice was filled with tears.

"All fleets! Evacuate!" Furengia shouted with all his strength,

"However, it is better to evacuate to other battleships now..." The adjutant looked embarrassed.

The interior of the bridge was hit by concentrated enemy fire, and the deck began to burn. The outer shell cracked with a large crack, and seawater was pouring in violently. The wreckage of the Strand naval battleship was spread all over the sea, and the bodies of countless sailors were rising on the water. Ups and downs, the Falcon Empire Navy smashed the Strand Navy warships layer by layer like a broken bamboo.

Whether it is artillery battle or morale, they have successively gained the upper hand. The Falcon Empire Navy launched a comprehensive counterattack,

The artillery fire was intense and unstoppable, and they firmly grasped the vantage point for a late comeback. Although the Strand Navy fought back to the end with a fatal determination, it was already a completely chaotic battle. Therefore, the so-called evacuation order did not matter at all. It won't have any effect,

"Shut up!"

Furengia's whole body trembled and howled, and the adjutant stopped speaking.

He has realized that his boss's mind is starting to lose its clarity. The beam cannons fired by the Falcon Empire Navy swept down like a meteor shower, and the energy neutralizing magnetic fields ruptured due to overload. The Allied ships were almost completely destroyed. The surrounding warships were evacuating, and the flagship was alone in the roaring waves. Rolling in the turbulence.

"An enemy ship is rapidly approaching our ship!"

cried the sailor on the ship's side. A Dragon Tooth Battleship arrived quickly as if showing off, passing by the side of the ship at a very close distance. The black hole of the Dragon Tooth Battleship's gun muzzle made everyone on the deck feel their breath freeze.

"Asshole, just a guy who is about to die!"

Seeing that the Strand flagship was half-sinking and half-floating, it was almost damaged. The water was pouring in crazily. It was only a matter of time before it sank. The captain of the Dragon Fang battleship did not want to waste his limited cannonballs. Now was the time to grab credit. After feeling that the battleship was worthless,

This dragon tooth battleship was like a bored hungry wolf, licking its lips and passing by.

"Are you boarding the ship?" Fulengia grasped the hilt of his sword and became more awake. Dry mouth,

"No, the other party has left!" The adjutant stretched his head, breathed secretly, and replied breathlessly, telling him that his back was scratched by a large piece of deck debris.

"Fortunately, it's not fatal. Commander, you must hold on! As the adjutant spoke, he was busy looking for someone to lift Fulengia. Half of the battleship's hull was submerged in the seawater, and you could clearly hear the water pouring in. Whisper, if you don’t leave now, the commander of Strand Sea Kingdom will really sink with the ship.

At this moment, a sailor shouted, "Commander! Look!" The sailor pointed to a huge Falcon Empire Dragon-class battleship not far away, and saw the semaphore player on it was signaling this way, and the deck There was a suffocating sense of oppression on the inside, and the dragon-class battleship was evacuating the sea water.

"Commander. The other party's request...!" The flagman muttered to Fulengir who was leaning against the side of the ship.

"Interpret it!" Since Fulengia remained silent, the adjutant had no choice but to speak, and his voice seemed hoarse and low.

"Interpretation... Your ship is completely surrounded and is about to sink. Surrender as soon as possible. Our army will treat it leniently..." After the interpretation, countless eyes and endless silence fell on Fulengia's body. All this is left to the commander to make a decision!

"Surrender...?" Furengia muttered in a low voice, with a forced smile on his lips. "No! I am the commander of the Strand Navy, and the Commander of the Strand Navy does not have the word surrender!"

Twenty seconds later, a huge explosion tore the semi-sunken Poseidon-class battleship into pieces.

On the flagship of the Strand Navy's rear fleet, Wabbialo, the third captain of the Strand Fleet, stood on the bridge, looking ahead, his eyebrows knitted together, and the tragedy was shrouded in an invisible haze. The fleet in the front was disintegrating, and the battleships were puffing out thick black smoke. The order to evacuate was issued, but the fleet in the rear had the responsibility of breaking up the rear, so the children of the Third Squadron still held on.

"The Fourth Fleet and Sixth Fleet seem to have been completely wiped out!"

"We are isolated! Now, there are more enemies than our troops!" The sailors on the deck whispered to each other, but their uneasiness made them restless. This was beyond human control. Now, can we still annihilate the Imperial Navy, which was only half our original number, and return in triumph? Hold on or evacuate?

"Commander, we can't wait any longer, the flagship has disappeared, Lord Furengia may have..." the adjutant said in the ear of squadron commander Wabbiaro.

The Falcon Navy, which had defeated the fleet in front, was advancing forward with great momentum. Hundreds of warships were like a huge arc-shaped side knife, sweeping all the way. Our fleet exploded under this huge side knife, black and white. Smoke filled the sea ahead, and under the fierce attack of the two fleets of the Falcon Empire, After being hit, our fleet had neither a complete battle formation nor a unified command system. Some were cut off in various places, some were isolated, and some battleships had a large crack in their shell, but the ship was still rocking. He turned around, pulled up the sail full of holes, and turned around to run away.

"Attention, the enemy fleet is approaching!"

Suddenly, a sound came from the mast above and resounded throughout the bridge: "The bearing is one-twenty, the angle of depression is eleven degrees, and we are approaching rapidly!"

The bridge was instantly filled with a tense and chilling atmosphere.

"Prepare to fight!" Wabialo gave the order with a stern face. The entire fleet was disintegrating, and more than a hundred warships were sunk. Fortunately, the retreat order was issued in time, and half of the warships still escaped from the encirclement. But if the Third Squadron responsible for the rear also chooses the rear, the entire fleet will be really finished. The fleet that Haiguo spent decades accumulating will be destroyed in one day.

"I just hope that my sacrifice will not be in vain!"

Vabiloa was looking forward to "the entire fleet..." The sound had just come out, and an explosion that burned the retinas covered the vision of everyone on the bridge for thirty seconds. The hull of the battleship of the Third Squadron, which was very close to the flagship, was pierced by the explosion.

The hull exploded from the middle like a violently squeezed tomato. Wails and roars were mixed with the sounds of falling and crashing. There were huge air waves, and Wabbiaro fell to the deck after the impact. The back was hit hard. He could barely breathe, and he could feel the noisy sounds and strong airflow around him, "I'm going, this is too outrageous!" Vabiloa tried hard to adjust his breathing rate, rubbed it with his palms and was still shaking. Flower eyes. He sat up, a sailor lying nearby. Dark and thick liquid flowed from the corner of the mouth to the chest, and blood covered the whole body

"Commander, you are injured!" The adjutant's face was trembling, and he was swaying when he walked.

"It's not a big problem! But it's probably going to be soon. I thought I saw the Simon being blown up just now!" Wabiloa grinned bitterly. It hurt so much. A gash was ripped open in his leg. If he had known it was such a fierce fire, he wouldn't have been so righteous. Ling Ran looked around with a pale face. The people affected were lying all over the deck. , fortunately the hull is fine. He looked around the bridge again and called out, "Is anyone hurt?"

"I'm fine! Commander!" A man walked over with trembling steps.

"You... um...?" Valenbillo realized that he didn't recognize this person and opened his mouth, not knowing what to call him.

"Stink, a fourth-level sergeant. He reported to the fleet just before departure. It's normal that the commander has never seen him!" The young officer's face was stern.

"Is it you? I've heard of you. Valenbillo's face was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Why are you on my flagship?"

"The Admiralty does not trust me. So they put me on your flagship, because your responsibility is to break up the rear! The Admiralty seems to think I have talent in this area." The young man patted the visor filled with sawdust with his hands. He shrugged helplessly

"Talent? Valenbillo smiled, and suddenly said seriously, "In this case, the entire fleet is entrusted to you."

"Me?..." The young man looked confused. Just because of a joke, the squadron was under his command? The other party is joking with me!

"Haha, indeed, Flying Slant! When it comes to the ability to evacuate, your ability definitely ranks first. You belong to the ocean..."

Valenbillo raised his head and his voice was a little weak, "I am good friends with Admiral Gilfinite, and he thinks highly of you. The Navy Department placed you in my fleet for this reason!" It's a pity that you should have come forward earlier. With your ability, there is no problem in serving as the captain of a party. There is no way. That is my greatest authority. Otherwise, I will propose to the Navy Department to consider handing over a squadron to you. Commanded!"

"Command a squadron!" A trace of astonishment flashed across the young man's face.

He thought of the old admiral with orange peel ripples on his face, that old immortal, who finally died! He is no longer a pirate, but an official officer of the Strand Sea Kingdom! Now another person said to himself that he should be given a squadron commander Dangdang.

It seems that joining the Strand Navy is not so bad, so give it a try! He walked towards the still intact bridge, straightened his collar, and ordered to the stunned fleet adjutant behind him to inform the entire fleet! From now on, enter the battle to the death! Line up, Feng Ya! "

"Feng Ya?" The adjutant was frightened by this order. The Feng Ya was an attack formation, and now it is in disarray. Do we want to attack?

"Convey the order! And pass on my following words." The former pirate, who was renamed Stink, had a serious face, and his eyes swept across like a sharp sword. The adjutant shuddered for no reason, and nodded, yes! Following the squadron flag, the scattered Third Squadron and the broken battleships suddenly saw this sentence: "Don't worry, everyone! As long as you follow my orders, you will be saved! Those who want to survive should follow my instructions! List Fengya, let’s concentrate our efforts and fight out!”

"What do you mean? Is the Commander of the Third Fleet crazy?"

Some captains of the Strand Sea Kingdom looked at the flag message and stood there blankly. Some captains of the Strand Sea Kingdom seemed to understand it a little and loudly ordered the warships to move closer to the flagship of the Third Squadron. ,

oh! I am exaggerating too! But there is nothing we can do about it. If it is scattered, even if the fleet remains intact, it will still be swallowed up by the pursuing Falcon Empire naval students."

Stink looked at the more and more Haiguo warships gathering behind his flagship and smiled bitterly. Now was not the time to show timidity. As a commander, no matter how discouraged or depressed I am, I cannot show it. I can only hold my head high and brace myself to face everything. I just hope that I won’t be blown away by the other party!

"Tell everyone that if we work together, we will have a way to survive. We have not lost yet! Before new instructions are issued, each ship must concentrate on dealing with the enemy in front!"

The gathering fleet attracted more Strand warships to join. In front of the Falcon Empire warship, a huge arrow that was ready to go suddenly emerged from the black smoke, a huge Poseidon-class warship. At the forefront, behind are dozens of naval warships that have raised their sails.

"This is... an ambush!" The joyful Dragon Tooth warships of the Falcon Empire that were chasing behind stopped one after another, not knowing what was going on ahead.

"Oh, what a gorgeous array! Is this considered a threat of death?" On the bridge of the Empire's flagship, Dustrenkai held up the telescope in his hand, his beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, he tilted his head, his eyes shining with a cold light like ice. "At this point, do you still want to make up for the disadvantage... Huh!

"Okay! Order the entire fleet to stop chasing!" Dustrenkai took a deep breath. No one knew the fleet's fatigue better than him. The fleet had been outside the port of Valenya for six days. Although some ammunition was hidden, it was basically used up just now. The ammunition inventory of the North Sea Fleet should be almost exhausted. It would be the best result to stop now. Otherwise, once the Strant people launched a desperate counterattack, it would be really hard to say.