Realm of Power

When I woke up, it was already early in the morning. After the battle, there seemed to be the lingering sound of thunder in my mind. Wearing a cloak, Fatty stood on the upper deck of the battleship. The sea breeze blew against his face, and there was a chill. The sea where the fierce battle had been fought had calmed down. On the sea shrouded in white mist, water vapor flows like white streaks. Imperial warships parked on the sea one after another. As the sky brightened, the semi-arc of Fogloy Island in the distance came into Fatty's eyes. The wind blew up the white sea mist, and the moist breath finally came out. There was a trace of tragedy. Under the mist, even Fatty, the cold-blooded emperor who had seen too many mountains of corpses and seas of blood, frowned slightly.

On the nearby sea, the wreckage of warships of all sizes were floating on the sea. Broken masts, torn warship sails, and corpses of sailors were densely packed up and down with the waves. The white and swollen corpses soaked in the seawater were like waves. Stacked together, being carried by the waves and hitting the side of the battleship, the white sea mist It's beautiful, like a dream, but under the sea fog, there is hell, with more than 30,000 corpses and the wreckage of more than 70 battleships. The fat man waved his hand and interrupted the adjutant behind him to report, "So, Si The Strand Navy surrendered? No, didn’t the Strant people always say they would not surrender?”

"Yes, the battle between the fleet and the Strand Navy was stopped in the middle of last night." The adjutant stood up straight and answered respectfully. After staying up all night, his eyes were as red as a rabbit, but when he saw the fat man, For a moment, he immediately cheered up and said loudly, "In accordance with His Majesty's orders, each ship will use long-range advantages to suppress the St. After two hours of fierce fighting, the Strand Navy raised a surrender flag in despair. A total of 3,700 people, including Prince Anji, Commander-in-Chief of the Strand Navy, surrendered to the Imperial Navy. There were more than eighty large and small Strand naval warships, and only eleven were left, most of them injured."

"It's only been two hours... It seems that this Prince Anji lacks fighting spirit than the commander in the Great Battle of Southern Africa. At any rate, that one died for his country!" The fat man sighed a little. I thought the opponent was a tough guy, but who knew that after just one punch, the opponent actually knelt down!

"Where's Dustelenko, how is he doing?"

"The Commander-in-Chief is in good spirits. The surrender letter of the Strand people was delivered to his ship. Prince Angie personally begged the Imperial Navy to search for and save the drowned people. Lord Dostelenko agreed as usual. . . . "According to Lord Dustronkai's report, at least 30,000 Stranders died in this battle! The losses to battleships are immeasurable! At least within ten years. The Strand Navy is not enough to threaten the Imperial Navy! "The adjutant recounted last night's situation with excitement. He watched last night's sea battle almost from beginning to end. Being from the army, he had to admit that last night's brief but intense sea battle was as good as any other. The majesty and grandeur of an army battle, the laser fire of hundreds of thunder gods in such a dense range, and the white light that burns the retina are really unforgettable and exciting.

"Ten years? That's too long!" After listening to the report, the fat man looked away from a distance, walked slowly onto the bridge, and was silent for a while. He waved his hand to the adjutant reporting behind him, and said in a solemn voice, "Send someone to bring Prince Angie, and Dustelenko, and ask him to come too!"

"Yes!" the adjutant nodded. He turned around and left, and soon Dustronkai, wearing an Imperial Navy uniform, arrived first. Then there was the embarrassed Prince Anji who was escorted by two imperial guards. This prince looked very pale, his eyes were bloodshot, there was a piece of gauze tied to his arm, and his hair was in a messy aristocratic style. , was completely wet by the sea water, and looked injured,

"Your Majesty" Dostelenko saluted,

The elegant-looking Prince Anji next to him opened his eyes when he heard Dostronkai's name, and his startled gaze fell on the fat man. How could it be possible? Isn't the Emperor of the Northern God the capital? How could it be here!

"Your Highness, you're surprised!" The fat man saw Prince Anji's face as if he had seen a ghost, and smiled. Dustelenko next to him also laughed. This time, the two of them worked together, which can be regarded as the defeat of Strunt. The main force of the navy was killed, which made up for the regret of not annihilating the main force of the Strand navy in the later stages of the great battle in the southern part of Congo.

Prince Anji's lips trembled slightly, but he was still a little unbelievable: "Is your Excellency really the Falcon Emperor?"

"It's true!" The fat man said calmly.

"So, who was the one who commanded the Imperial fleet last night?" Prince Anji asked with an uncertain look on his face, his heart full of bitterness. Who was the enemy commander he had been guessing about last night, who could replace Dustelenko? The Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, the person who commands the entire Imperial fleet, will definitely not be a mediocre person in the Imperial Navy.

Now that I think about it, who else could have such terrifying control over the battlefield besides this His Majesty in front of me! It was this unattractive young man sitting in the seat who had just single-handedly killed hundreds of thousands of Hungarians in Central Europe. The bloody storm had shaken the entire continent of Europe. This man could go anywhere. , a man destined to become the center of attention, and now, the emperor stood in front of him, his smile, in the eyes of Prince Anji, was more like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, this cold and irresistible opponent, after defeating him, After forming the main force of the Haiguo fleet, what is the next step? It must be to conquer the sea country! To entertain yourself with such an attitude, you must be thinking of breaking the gap in yourself.

"I've heard your name for a long time! Please sit down, Your Excellency Prince!" The fat man smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and gestured to him. Prince Anji's face suddenly turned pale, and he clasped his fingers together. He did not sit down, but looked straight. Looking at the fat man slyly, He tried to straighten his body and said in a solemn voice, "Your Majesty can do whatever you want with the defeated general. However, if Your Majesty thinks that my personal surrender can easily conquer Haiguo, then I can say without politeness that Your Majesty's idea is great." So wrong!”

"As the Commander-in-Chief of the Maritime Fleet, Your Majesty can kill me, but you can never make me surrender! And I want to remind Your Majesty, don't forget that the empire is not responsible for the east side of Barrow in Central Europe!!" Prince Anji said. His face was angry, like a completely enraged bull, and his bloodshot eyes were staring at the fat man.

"The prince is talking about people from Istanbul!" The fat man raised his eyebrows, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. He stood up from his seat and looked at the sea in the distance. He looked like he had been slapped. I really didn’t expect that the commander of the Strand Navy would be so outspoken!

"Your Majesty, just know. Although the empire is strong, the Istan Empire is not weak either. We, the Strand Sea Kingdom, are an ally of the Istan people. If you blatantly and directly attack the cities of the Sea Kingdom, it will be a declaration of war on the Istan Empire." ! "Prince Anji straightened his back, and the fat man's expression made his tone more confident.

"Actually, Your Majesty knows better than me!"

Prince Anji paused and hesitated. "Although the Falcon Empire is powerful, it is the overlord of the distant west coast after all, while the Istan people are the overlord of the east that is closer to the sea country, both in terms of geography and power. In terms of containment, the Istan Empire has greater investment value than the Falcon Empire."

"Coupled with the recent changes in the situation, the Istani attacked Feishan on two fronts. They clearly had the upper hand. However, His Majesty's army was struggling in the Barrow region of Central Europe. It was first blocked by the coalition forces of the Barrow countries in Central Europe and fought several bloody battles. Then in The Hungarians emerged from the bloody battles of Barro in Central Europe. While the Hungarians were completely defeated, the empire was severely weakened."

"Oh? You think so?" The fat man turned around, looking a little surprised.

Prince Angie felt he was in the driver's seat. The tone also seemed rude, "Isn't it? There are still some countries in Central Europe making trouble. His Majesty is so weak in the army that he cannot even win an alliance of small countries. This is a good proof of this."

"The Empire is now completely unable to spare its troops to fight again. This time the Empire did not hesitate to dispatch the main force of the navy to ambush me, Strand, and even His Majesty the Emperor personally came to persuade me. This is entirely because in terms of the army, the Empire is unable to look eastward and can only seek the sea. advantage to suppress the rise of the Istan Empire"

"What a pity, why do you think that your Majesty, Strand, will surrender to your majesty! Although this battle severely damaged the main force of our Strand navy, our Strand navy was not completely destroyed. The most difficult thing in a decisive battle at sea is to capture the opponent. The main force, the vast sea is not land, a branch A large fleet is invested. Compared with the vastness of the ocean, it is as difficult to accurately capture and encircle it as to find a needle in a haystack. As long as our Strand naval fleet avoids a decisive battle with His Majesty, I do not believe that His Majesty's fleet can survive in this area. Haiyu persisted for a month?”

"Well? It's really gratifying for the prince to have such an idea!"

Contrary to Prince Anji's expectation, Emperor Falcon, who should have been angry, laughed out loud after being stunned for a moment, and said in a more direct tone than himself: "Your country suffered more than 30,000 sailor casualties in this battle. I really I really want to know what the Strand Navy can do to stop the Imperial Fleet from advancing all the way north."

"Originally I was still hesitating. What if His Royal Highness demands surrender? It seems that I have given it too much thought."

The fat man curled his lips slightly. "It's really admirable to be able to abandon personal honor and disgrace, order the fleet to surrender last night, and save more than 3,700 people in the Strand Navy. Now it even reflects the true nature of a soldier." , so I feel relieved and am not afraid to tell the truth to His Highness the Prince. The empire already controls the entire Central European Barrow. One more sea country or one less sea country is really not a big deal, but it is in control of the inland sea. In order to permanently eliminate hidden dangers, this time, the main force of the Imperial Navy was deployed, running thousands of miles, like a sword being retracted just after being unsheathed. This will always make other countries laugh at the Empire for being stingy. Since His Highness the Prince is so determined, I can only reluctantly ask the Empire to It is unrealistic for the main force of the navy to move north to find a decisive battle with your fleet, but the empire can still reduce all the ports and cities in the sea country to ruins! "

"Force will never make Strand surrender!" Prince Anji's eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth.

"I don't believe that the Imperial Navy can bombard Kyoto, which is just outside the Empire. Could it be that it can't bombard Strand?"

The fat man suddenly paused, turned around and waved, his eyes full of domineering, and looked at Dostronkai, "Pass my order, the fleet will move north, starting from the nearest Vakalia, all the way to the Strand Navy The base camp of Belulan Island, regardless of the size of the town, will send a hundred rounds of incendiary bombs as a greeting gift, otherwise, others will say that the imperial fleet is too stingy!"

"You!" Prince Angie's eyes went dark and he almost fainted. This Falcon Emperor was simply a demon. It was autumn now and the islands along the way were in the monsoon season. One incendiary bomb was enough to burn half a block. One hundred incendiary bombs would probably destroy the entire town. If the Imperial Fleet used incendiary bombs all the way to Bilulan Island, the scene along the way would be worse than hell! And the reason for all this was because of me! I don't know how many Strant people will die because of me, and how many people will be displaced!

I think everyone has misunderstood. The ending I mentioned is not a eunuch, but to finish the book within one to two months. After all, it took five years to write, nearly eight million words, and the basic plot and outline have been expanded again and again. Instead of hanging it half-dead, it is better to slowly finish it and start a new book. (To be continued, please search for Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!

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