"The Iris is withdrawing from the order of battle."
"We still have seven ships that are still operational."
The communication channel seemed to have become much quieter for a while, and Fang Plover's calm gaze swept across the entire curved dome that was stained red by gunfire.
For the shadow people, this was just a strange 'little fish' suddenly breaking into their core defense circle from the cloud wall. Although it was a bit unexpected, it was harmless.
They mobilized their left and right wings, and several squadrons guarding the main formation from above and below. More than thirty warships of various sizes pursued and intercepted the intruding fleet. The scene seemed majestic, but in fact it did not affect the scene.
What great impact does the formation of the main fleet have?
But for the people in the field, it was a doom-like scene.
Looking from far and near, it seemed that there were shadows of the strange-looking fleet in all directions. The muzzles of their guns flashed, causing the artillery fire to form a curtain on the battlefield. Ships were constantly on fire around them, dragging long
Thick smoke fell into the clouds.
"The Golden Thorn has withdrawn from the battle order, and there are still six ships available for action."
Hong Ye's voice seemed to have become hoarse amidst the smoke and fire, and she labored to report.
Although the sky is vast, there seems to be no room for them at this moment.
The surrounding area fell silent, and the roar of artillery fire seemed to disappear for a moment, leaving only Fang Plover's calm command: "Order the fleet, continue to turn left."
At this moment, he seems to have completely adapted to the position of fleet commander. He no longer shows obvious hesitation when issuing orders, and he no longer needs to consult other people's opinions.
"Turn left and you are getting further and further away from the target..." Hongye stared at the flash of light on the wind element detector and opened his mouth, but after thinking about it for a moment, he took back the words that came to his mouth.
At this time, she had no intention of questioning it, and so did everyone else. The roar of gunfire, and the continuous shaking of the deck and hull seemed to overwhelm everyone's ability to think.
But Fang Yu seemed to be aware of the thoughts of his temporary ship officer, and replied: "Survival at this time is our goal."
"If survival is our goal, then we shouldn't rush in at all." Liu Ying's face was stained black by the smoke. He grabbed the side of the ship with his hands and murmured to himself.
Fang Yu shook his head, explaining to her and everyone else in the communication channel: "Only here, surviving is our goal."
"But our strength is too weak. We only have more than a dozen ships in total, and we don't even have a single capital ship." Liuying couldn't help but said: "It would have been nice if they had assigned us more ships. Now we can't even
You can’t even disrupt the opponent’s formation.”
It is such a naive idea to divide the troops evenly. Only a little girl who has no knowledge of the battlefield can say such a thing. The captains on other ships are all silent about this. But they think that the Six Shadows are at least right.
a little.
The strength of their squadron is really not worth mentioning in front of the shadow man.
"No," Dan Kaka shook his head: "...We have changed the situation on the battlefield."
The shadow men were gathering the formation of the entire fleet, because they found that in order to defend their flagship, this squadron that suddenly burst out of the cloud wall seemed to attract too much attention.
In front of them, the fleets of Silver Vislan, Silver Forest Spear and Jeflett Redcoats, as well as two fleets from the military, are converging on the vast sky and sea, with Fenris in the other direction.
The human fleet formed an obvious attack front.
The shadow man was keenly aware that the opponent seemed to think that he had seized an opportunity. The opponent thought that he could seize the moment of chaos in their fleet and expand his chances of victory in a decisive battle.
And completely tore a hole in the battlefield of Kukai.
In other words, at least they cooperated inside and outside to give their fleet a heavy blow.
But they cautiously and wisely realized that their opponents seemed to have made a mistake, and that so-called opportunity never existed - the fleet they mobilized was not important on the battlefield, and they had more reserves on the battlefield.
Strength can be invested.
That is the absolute advantage of military strength——
But as two hostile sides on the battlefield, the shadow people obviously will not remind their opponents, because on the battlefield, fatal mistakes are often the beginning of fatal failure.
Now the commanders on the Shadow Man side are faced with two loose choices. One is to avoid the picker's sharp edge. If the opponent wants to choose a decisive battle, then they will not be given this opportunity.
As for the other one, he took advantage of the situation and used his absolutely superior force to make the opponent hit the copper wall and the iron wall, causing his head to be bruised and bloody - no, maybe even wiped out in ashes.
This is tantamount to the selectors giving up the initiative on the battlefield because of a fatal judgment.
But for a good commander, how many of them can withstand the temptation of not personally ruining all their hopes when the enemy makes an obviously 'wrong' judgment, thereby pushing the opponent into the trap?
In the desperate situation of the abyss.
The other side is looking for a final battle.
And for them, this seems to be an opportunity to end it once and for all. They don't have to worry about the annoying involvement of the other side, and the battle can be completely ended in just one battle.
Victory or failure is self-evident.
What is written on this battlefield at this moment are all correct answers for the shadow people, and the only remaining question seems to be only one - which answer they choose.
Of course, the filmmakers chose the most correct one and the most efficient one.
"The Shadow Man's fleet is in formation..."
The voices coming from the fleet communication channel seemed to be trembling.
Bai Xue gently put down the communication crystal in her hand. She raised her head and stared forward with a pair of calm eyes. Her clear and clear eyes passed through the smoke and clouds above the sea.
Under everyone's gaze, the girl in silver armor held her communication crystal, walked lightly down her command bridge, opened the door below, and came to the deck.
Cold raindrops hit her face, falling on her jade-like forehead, and slid down her delicate face. The wind roared, and the air was mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.
The filming cameras on the deck seemed to be disturbed by the movement here, and they all turned around, reflecting this goddess-like figure in the center of the picture. There was silence in the live broadcast room, although many of the pictures had been taken before.
It went dark during the battle, but the few remaining ones still faithfully recorded the scene.
Many people know Her Royal Highness the Princess of Silver Vesland, but few have heard of the name "Snow White", and until that moment, they seemed to realize that there is more than just one blooming rose in Silver Vesland.
But those things that the girl usually pursues seem to have been forgotten at this moment. As she stares at the sky, she can only see the floating fleets of shadow people gathering one after another.
It seemed that a thick barrier appeared directly in front of Silver Wisland, but behind the barrier, there were still a few flashes of light. She knew that there was a fleet belonging to them at that place.
Just how much is left?
Bai Xue raised her head, staring at the gloomy sky above, and then at the seemingly endless clouds below. She knew that the shadow people must have set up a dragnet there.
Just as the people in the shadows knew that they were looking for a chance to decide the outcome, the other party had prepared a perfect defense for them, but how could they not be benevolent and be benevolent?
She picked up the communication crystal, and the white wings spread out on the left and right sides were exactly the white sailing ships of the Silver Vislan fleet. The aerospace ships were juxtaposed with each other, forming an indomitable front from the front.
"Everyone, don't say much," Bai Xue said: "The next step is the final battle. Our result has been determined and everyone knows it. Maybe after the victory, I will meet you all again at El Paxin's celebration banquet.
See you on the top——"
She gently placed her thumb on the dark crystal, and the snow-white fingertips were soaked in rainwater.
"Good luck to everyone."
The girl spoke softly.
And a replying voice came from the distance: "Silver Wisland, I wish you good luck."
And the intertwined communications: "Friends of the Jefflett Red Team, I wish you good luck."
"Good luck to the brothers of Fenris—"
"I also wish the Dragon Alchemist good luck, haha!"
Behind the magic transmission was the common determination of everyone. Bai Xue seemed to have made up his mind and pressed his thumb down - a dark red light flashed from the communication crystal, and then everything fell into a state of silence.
among.
The surroundings became quiet, and it seemed that the only sounds left were the howling wind and the roar of artillery fire.
But in a battle, correctness and efficiency sometimes don't determine everything.
There were three ships left, swaying forward under gunfire.
The sailboat where Fang Plover was located was also hit by another cannonball. The cannonball hit the bow of the ship and opened a huge hole there.
The flames flowed in along with the wind, and the lower deck was quickly engulfed in a sea of flames. Only the remaining men on the ship were unable to stop the spread of the fire, not to mention they had very few resources left.
But Fang Plover seemed not to notice all this. He only grabbed the side of the ship with his hands, stood on the tilted deck, raised his head, and watched everything that was happening above Kukai.
The Kage people are mobilizing their fleets, and the squadrons that are gathering one after another are forming a tight encirclement network over the entire Kukai - but the network is not inward, but outward.
.
They seemed to no longer care about the 'little fish' inside, and instead turned their attention to the battlefield of the decisive battle. They wanted to solve their opponents once and for all, and bring an end to this air and sea battle that lasted for nearly a night.
It will be a dragnet, waiting for Silver Vislan, waiting for the fleet of the Chosen One, and it seems that there is only the end of destruction.
"The shadow people are mobilizing the fleet..."
"We were fooled. The attention we attracted was not enough. They still have reserve forces that can be invested in the frontal battlefield..."
Six Shadows looked at this scene with a pale face, their hands and feet were cold.
But what can she do? She is just a pitiful little nightingale and cannot decide the outcome of this air-sea battle.
The strength of an individual is so weak in front of the fleet. Even a single dragon knight can hardly decide the outcome of a battle. The battle between the dragon knights involved in the Cang Tour Group, Jeffrit's Red Team and Yue Chen
, but it is just a corner of this huge battle situation.
The real decisive battle can only be a confrontation between fleets, artillery fire and flesh and blood. At least one of the people who decided this battle was by her side, but the other party seemed to turn a blind eye to it all.
See.
"This is a trap!"
Fang Yu turned around and nodded to her: "Yes, it was a trap... but it has the same meaning for both sides on the battlefield."
Six Shadows asked in disbelief: "Do you mean there is a win-win situation on the battlefield?"
This question almost made Fang Plover laugh. He looked at the girl with short platinum hair and suddenly realized why the Jeffree Red Team had arranged for her to be Kaka's partner.
Because in his opinion, these two people seemed to have the same characteristics in some aspects - both were the same living treasures. He shook his head: "There will always be one winner on the battlefield."
"Then should we inform the people of Silver Vislan..." Liu Ying asked loudly in the storm. At this moment, she secretly hated Kaka for this useless opportunity and did not speak for herself at all at this moment.
.
And it seemed like that guy agreed with the other party's plan.
But Fang Yu still shook his head, but did not answer, because what is the meaning of answering? The decision has been made, and the rest is left to God to decide. On the unpredictable battlefield, who can say that he will definitely be able to do it?
What about success?
But at least for now, they are going in the right direction.
He didn't believe that Bai Xue and his group of excellent commanders would not understand what he meant. He didn't know that the Shadow people seemed to have experienced such a battle in history. But for the Chosen, such battles abounded.
In the era long ago, they actually had a relatively popular explanation for this statement, which was called——
All tactics converter.
…
Alfonso Peredel, that is his real name. There are many legends about him in the world. There are also many titles and nicknames about him, more than one. But most of them can be compared with the four guards of the North.
The bloody hand of one of the people, or Crowfeather's name.
However, he still prefers the simple and unpretentious title of "Guardian", just like the guardian of the ancient prophecy, guarding the storm and darkness, only waiting for the day of the Doomsday Judgment.
And the legendary end seems to be today.
But the winter in the north seemed to be extremely cold on this day, and Alfonso Peredel seemed to feel a sense of loneliness.
In his own fortress, Alfonso Peredel felt shaken for the first time as he watched the Chosen Ones attacking the entire northern defense line like waves in the vast snow.
To be precise, it was not wavering, but timid. He really felt a sense of crisis. The entire line of defense was loosening, and behind the loosening was collapse. He understood deeply that the vast majority of the people on this line of defense were in danger.
Most military forces are not his fearless Crow Knights.
But even his knights were gradually exhausted on this meat grinder-like battlefield - where did these holy chosen ones come from? They are like a piece of loose sand on weekdays, but what are they at this moment?
What kind of power made them change like this.
The converging torrent almost overturned all his understanding of the past, but the real crisis came from the messengers who kept coming in and out of the fortress's inner city gate and bringing bad news on the battlefield.
"The defense line in the direction of Lulin has been lost..."
"The fall of Fort Penello..."
"The Chosen Ones captured Mossbank Bridge..."
Alfonso Peredel forced himself to calm down and used his eyes to inspect the reduced strongholds on the sand table one after another to see how many troops and defense lines they had left.
But the answer was almost ruthless. There was no joke on the battlefield. He rubbed his forehead and did not speak. He only put his hand on his heart and asked the answer deep in his heart over and over again.
But this time, there was no response from the masters.
Alfonso Peredel raised his head almost subconsciously, and the gloomy clouds above El Pasin seemed to be flashing with lightning and thunder - but there was no memory of thunder in El Pasin's winter.
.
He knows what it is.
The morning light is dispersing the clouds, and there, under people's gaze, the two fleets have completely strangled together. People only need to raise their heads to see the thin fleet, just like moths flying into the flame at this moment.
Plunge headlong into the battlefield filled with artillery fire.
An unprecedented decisive battle is taking place over El Paxin. A vortex has formed. Previous decisions have led to the result at this moment. Until either side wins, no one can escape from this huge battle.
Everyone can see that the Chosen One's side is in a precarious situation. It only takes a moment for the balance of victory to tilt toward the terrifying shadow over the battlefield, and nothing will change again.
But the dawn of victory seemed so far away to Alfonso Peredel at this moment.
He couldn't believe that the masters could make mistakes.
"Sir," the herald stammered to him, "do we still have support...?"
Alfonso Peredel turned back and looked at the opponent with cold eyes, but was unable to answer this question. The defense line was collapsing, and whether they could wait until the moment of victory seemed to become an eternal unknown.