The communication channel suddenly lost its human voice, leaving only a noisy background sound. The captain of the Torch held the wind element detector with his hand, and blue veins sprouted, staring at the crystal that lit up, his eyes
It was covered with blood. "Captain, you'd better come up and take a look!" The frightened shouts of the sailors were heard on the deck.
"What is that?" He rushed to the deck, grabbed the telescope from the sailor's hand, the scar on his red face twisted like a bug, turned around and shouted to everyone: "I asked
What is that!?"
The snow-white clouds formed spectacular mountains and cliffs on the wall of the sky, like islands floating in mid-air. They stretched out long promontories toward the mirror-like sky, and their feathery edges gave it a hint of being out of the dust.
And above the blue sky, above the clouds, a tiny black spot slowly appeared in everyone's field of vision.
It was a piece of strange structure. The pitch-black spear connected to the right arm was shining in the sun, and a cyan beam of light was sprayed behind it. There was almost the same distance between the two units, with seven units as one.
Formation, forming a huge arrow.
One formation, two formations... A total of seven formations emerged from behind the clouds. They were so small that they only occupied a corner of the sky. But everyone on the Torch involuntarily raised their heads,
The sight slowly moved along with the huge arrows that unfolded in the sky. Everyone opened their mouths slightly, and there was an illusion in their hearts that the sky was blocked and the sun was blocked.
But no one spoke, no one made a sound.
Even the wind flowing across the ship was drowned in the huge breathing and heartbeat. There was a bang. With a click, the captain's telescope fell from his hand and rolled on the deck, but no one paid attention to it.
He, because of the buzzing sound, was already above their heads.
"They're coming down!"
"They're swooping down!"
Someone screamed hysterically.
The deck went from stillness to movement, as if the stagnant time suddenly resumed its flow. Everyone was looking for a hiding place. Captain Sotolin felt himself being thrown to the ground, and when he looked back, he realized that it was him.
The boatswain finally reacted, his face flushed and he yelled in panic:
"Musketeers, Musketeers!"
The artillery on the side of the ship was no longer useful. They did not have the shooting angle. Since the Lancers appeared from above the clouds at the beginning, the sailboat's climbing rate was far from reaching a speed sufficient to react in such a short time.
Not even enough for it to produce startup speed.
But there are still some countermeasures on the deck to counter air attacks, such as ballistae, harpoons and musketeers, magicians and small magic towers. In the past, they were used to deal with flying units that lacked threats to sailboats and had slow flying speeds.
——Flying dragons, griffons and giant eagles are more than enough.
But this time, the offensive and defensive sides changed.
The first wave of attacking arrows had already reached the top of the Torch, and the seven Lancers suddenly spread out and roared down.
The magic gunners held their muskets high, aiming at these dexterous structures with great difficulty on the swaying deck - they pulled the triggers amidst the sound of instructions, and flaming smoke sprayed out from the barrels of the guns.
came out, but before the bullet entered the effective killing range, it lost kinetic energy and fell.
Even if it hits the target a limited number of times, it will only bring one or two sparks from the thick deck of the Shield Guardian.
The black spots in mid-air are rapidly enlarging.
Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath——
"Relax, relax," the Chosen Gunslinger Captain shouted from the deck, "Let them get closer before attacking, aim more, listen clearly, aim more!"
The magicians and elementalists have already released the spells in their hands. Countless streams of light rise from the deck of the Torch and pass between the seven lancers. At this distance, the power of the spells is far greater than that of the muskets. In the stream of light
Two of the Lancers rolled and turned into fireballs.
Then they disintegrated one after another in mid-air.
Then the harpoon cannon also roared, and the steel spears shot into the air hit the lancers. Some of them were inserted into the giant shields in their hands, but some of them hit more important parts-the metal deck jingled.
When sparks were drawn out one after another, a Lancer was hit in the head by a fork. His body tilted and immediately lost balance, spun and fell into the sea of clouds.
But the remaining lancers had already put down their spears, and a bright flame bloomed from the tip of the spear and stretched into golden beams, piercing directly to the deck of the Torch. But on the tall and snow-white sail of the sailboat, immediately
Arrays of light flashed with green light unfolded, and before the flames hit them, they exploded into a mist of ice crystals.
Ice crystals sprinkled down one after another.
That's when the flame protection array on the mast is taking effect.
The construct missed a hit, passed through the smoke downwards, whizzed past not far from the top of the mast, turned and flew away from the Torch. But at this time, the gunners on the deck finally fired for the first time, and the bullets were like
A line of fire caught up with the Lancers who were flying away from behind.
At close range, the magic gun finally exerted its huge armor-penetrating ability. The lead bullet that passed through the rear deck penetrated the core crystal of the Lancer. A flame rose from the gap in the armor, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Turned into a flash of fire.
Among the seven structures, only two were able to leave intact——
There was a burst of cheers on the deck.
But the cheers quickly turned into silence.
The second wave and the third wave of lancers flew over the Torch. They spread out in seven platforms and swooped down. When the spells of the magicians and elementalists were finally exhausted, a
A bunch of golden-red firelight bloomed in the blue sky, then disappeared again.
The flame protection arrays flashing with cyan light flashed again, but this time they failed to completely block all attacks. The golden light penetrated the runes spinning in the mid-air, and also burned through the wind-weaving silk behind them.
Woven snow-white sail.
The flames rose for the first time, and nine golden beams plowed across the deck, bringing out patches of white light.
Then the fourth, fifth and sixth waves of attacks arrived. The people on board the Torch had been disrupted by the roaring lancers. Flames rose from the deck, and for a moment thick smoke billowed.
And people already have too much time to take care of themselves.
"Artillery, artillery!" Captain Sotolin shouted as the constructs descended to the same height as them.
But compared to the dexterous structure, the heavy artillery's hits were too impressive.
And there are really too many enemies.
The Lancer has been adhering to a simple and effective idea from the beginning of its design. Its structure is not complicated. The only core components of the whole body are the four systems of power, energy, flight control and firepower. The rest can be as simple as possible.
.
There is no protection mechanism, no shield, no backup crystal, no fancy and exquisite devices, and even the cooling system is simplified to the extreme. If people want to ask what to do if it is damaged, then Fang Plover and Ms. Tata’s answer is:
When it's damaged, it's damaged.
This itself is a kind of construct built under mass production conditions. They are clumsy and dull. They even lack the necessary evasion ability when in an uncontrolled state. They will only circle around the target or maintain a cruise in one direction.
The attack methods are single and easy to cause losses, but they have only one advantage:
That's a lot.
Because they take up enough computing power, there are enough of them.
Even though it was a timed fuse grenade, the Lancers plunged into the barrage that exploded in mid-air. Two or three units disintegrated in mid-air, but more constructs would still fly back, plowing through the torches with golden beams.
The huge hull.
Because the sailboat is so huge, there is almost no possibility of missing. Round after round of attacks, some beams even passed through the gun windows, hit the gun positions behind, and caused explosions. From the side of the Torch
A big hole opened up on one side.
The attacks that followed poured in through this opening. If that place hadn't been far away from the magic warehouse, the Torch would have turned into a rolling fireball and fallen into the sea of clouds.
"Those damn bastards of the Spawn of Flor are lying!"
The captain of the selector rushed in and shouted to Sotolin:
"There is only one combat craftsman on the ship. There are ten, at least ten combat craftsmen, a detachment, a whole detachment!"
The ugly scar on Sotolin's face jumped up and down as he looked at the constructs all over the sky. He was speechless for a moment. An inexplicable thought suddenly came to his mind.
If all the battles are fought like this, then what use is the sailboat?
What use are their experienced captains?
No, he shook his head viciously, that's because the Torch is too small. If their ship is big enough - if their ship is big enough, then they will have enough counterattack capabilities, and these constructs will not
Nothing. Yes, so what about ten combat craftsmen? There is no way they can find a hundred or a thousand combat craftsmen.
How hateful!
He suddenly punched the bulkhead hard.
"Mr. Captain, Mr. Captain," the selector looked at him dumbfounded, "can our ship be saved?"
Of course there is no problem.
The attack power of those constructs is too weak. Although the Torch has no power to fight back at the moment, the Seagull and the descendants of Flor should also arrive before they sink the Torch. Fortunately among misfortunes,
They are not alone in facing these constructs.
In comparison, the Onoyi was so unlucky. Sotolin was about to answer, but suddenly frowned - the Onoyi? By the way, what about the Onoyi? It's not
Should we stand in front of the Torch? Why did the Onoyi disappear from the wind element detector in such a short period of time?
A chilling feeling arose from the captain, and he almost rushed out of his captain's room——
Over the Torch.
The seventh wave of attacks is arriving.
But what is different from the constructs in the previous waves is that a small golden ball is following behind these dark gun knights.
After a brief pause, they broke away from the flight formation, and then roared down towards the smoke-filled Torch below with a buzzing sound. In this fierce battle, at that moment, there were few people.
Notice this detail——
The buzzing noises in the communication channel were like needlepoints piercing the hearts of everyone surrounding this place.
Lair was stunned for a long time before slowly raising his head. On the star tracker, the light spot representing the Torch had disappeared. The only remaining light spot of the Seagull was like a candle in the wind.
, suspended in the turbid dust, flickering on and off.
"Ship, Captain, Mr. Lair..." The magician turned back from the wind element detector a little stunned, his mouth was dry and he didn't make any sound for a while.
It was as if the wind passing by on the deck had swallowed up all sounds, leaving only the screams outside in the lower cabin.
The captain, wrapped in his greatcoat, stood motionless.
Lair opened his mouth, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence in a hoarse voice: "...Tell the Seagull to evade immediately. The information is wrong...I will negotiate with the other two guilds myself..."
"But……"
"It's nothing," Lair's voice was rare and sharp: "Two sailboats were lost within half an hour. There is nothing more serious than this - if the loss continues at this rate, the other sailboats will not get close at all.
opportunity, if we continue to fight, all of us will become a laughing stock!"
He paused and his voice softened a little: "Winning or losing."
After a while, the aboriginal captain said, "Mr. Lair is right." There was a hint of trembling in the other person's voice.
The magician was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.
…
"Thirteen Lancers were lost, Mr. Knight."
A glimmer of light flashed in Tata's emerald eyes, as if looking in a distant direction. The focus of her eyes was not on anyone in front of her. She looked in that direction, paused, and then
Use a cold and emotionless voice to report like this.
Fang Plover was looking at the clouds circulating outside the air combat deck. The weather conditions near Kelanao created an excellent favorable environment for this battle. Although Fairy Heart and Miss Tata have been getting along for a while, there is no need for them.
The limit of the Lancers' control range is only about ten kilometers.
If it weren't for the cloud wall environment, and the Seven Seas Traveler was within visual distance of the opponent, the suddenness of the Lancer's attack would have been much reduced. Although they had already discovered in several simulated battles that the construct was in the process of fighting the sailboat.
It has many natural advantages - such as flexibility, higher climb rate, stronger concealment, etc.
But they are also aware of the shortcomings of this tactic. Once the opponent uses the Wind Knights together, the effectiveness of the Lancers will not be that great.
Moreover, there is still an absolute gap in absolute strength between the two sides. Once the Seven Seas Traveler is trapped in a tight siege, it will not be spared. This is not on earth. The naval aviation has a combat distance of hundreds of kilometers. The fairy heart on the Seven Seas Traveler is very sensitive to dexterity.
Construct support is far from that strong.
The losses in the second round of attack were greater than those in the first round. This was because the Torch had already made some preparations after the attack on the Onoyi, not to mention that it also encountered the opponent's Wind Knight team in the middle.
The Seven Seas Traveler only lost four Lancers when attacking the Onoi, but when it came to the Torch, the number of casualties rose to thirteen. In addition, two units malfunctioned in the middle, and seventeen were lost.
The Taiwan construct is almost half of the constructs released in the first wave.
However, the Lancer is only more expensive than the Fire Djinn and Walkers in its construction sequence, and is even less valuable than the Angels and Silver Bees. This is originally a cheap construction, and it is positioned as a consumable.
Seventeen structures were exchanged for two sailboats. This exchange ratio was enough to rewrite history.
It's a pity that as the secret weapon of the Seven Seas Brigade, he is destined not to proactively reveal the details of this battle for a long time. Maybe people will have to guess for a long time about the battle over Kelan'ao.
What happened behind the scenes.
Mei Yi opened her mouth slightly for a long time and could not close it, her eyes flickered slightly:
"I, we...have sunk two ships...?"
She looked at the others in disbelief.
If she hadn't believed that these people wouldn't lie to her, Miss Knight would almost have thought she was being ganged up on.
Fang Plover just nodded silently.
"Fly two more waves, Miss Tata, to make up for the loss."
"What happened to the remaining ship?"
"It is retreating, but it is still in front of us, Sir Knight."
"Then let the attack group turn around and we'll go straight in."
There is at least one attack group of the same size in the inventory. This is the inventory that he has worked overtime to get out these days. With the Earth Source Crystal, the simple-minded construction of the Lancers is too easy to replenish.
Don't be afraid of loss.
He looked at the sea of clouds on the horizon, his tone full of determination.
…
On that day, the residents of Kailan'ao, travelers and caravans passing through the Great Pass witnessed this spectacle.
In the descriptions of later generations, this day's battle was written like this:
'Fires bloomed from mid-air, flickering, turning into surging flames, as if lighting up the gloomy sky——'
'Many heard a sound like thunder, rumbling and shining through the clouds;'
'The first, second and third plumes of thick smoke fell from mid-air, trailing long trails.'
'In the past ten years, people have rarely seen battles on this scale;'
'And at first, some people even thought it was the Empire's comeback, which reminded many people of the battle that took place in Byrne -'
In fact, the videos captured by the many adventurers who stayed here that day using recording crystals are enough to prove the authenticity of this text; but when the churning fire, the sound of thunder, and the billowing smoke from the sky
, together with the video that recorded everything, was uploaded to the community——
The entire community, the entire Third Division, and the entire Aitaria were shaken.
After watching the entire video for the third time, Wandering Ma could not conceal his excitement. He gently placed his hand on the keyboard and wrote this line of text above the title:
‘With one against a hundred, a new era may have arrived——’
