The big white man was shocked, his face became furious, and even his voice was not smooth when he spoke.
"The British...Naval Headquarters? Do you know where this is? The enemy only needs to move his fingers, and all of us will die without even a single bubble."
Although, after they accepted this mission, they were ready to sacrifice.
But this does not mean that they want to take the initiative to attack the guns. Not to mention that they only have more than 300 people. Even if the number is ten times more, they will not be able to pose any threat to the British and French naval headquarters.
Such sacrifices are completely worthless and unnecessary, and are naturally not in their interests.
"No, we have to turn around quickly. We may be able to return along the original road before we are discovered by the enemy."
The big white man's heart was completely confused. Thinking of the culprit who caused this consequence, he couldn't help but cast an angry look.
"We can't go back, there is no retreat, and those British may be on their way here."
Napoleon's light words were like a bucket of cold water poured on the opponent's head.
"How did the British know that we are here? We have been very careful, maybe we still have time." The big white man's face was a little pale, but he still retorted unwillingly, with an expression like a drowning man who had caught the last breath.
Just like a straw.
"Because I told them. Do you remember the other teams that were encircled and suppressed? I told them about our affairs. As long as they are overtaken by the enemy, they will tell the news. This is a good thing for them.
It’s something that benefits both sides, isn’t it?”
Seeing the expression of shock and anger on the other party's face, Napoleon's face immediately became serious, and his eloquence was not at all inferior to his personality charm.
"We have no retreat. Bob, think about it, when our shelling sounds outside the gate of the British headquarters, what a feat it will be. It will have an important impact on the morale of both the enemy and ourselves. We will
Will become a hero for all France."
When Bob heard this, he did not become as excited as Napoleon imagined. His eyes were a little dazed and he whispered: "The price is too high."
But in the end he didn't speak out against it.
"Black Feather, what do you mean?" Napoleon glanced at Bob. Knowing that the other party would no longer be an obstacle to this operation, he secretly labeled Bob as indecisive and unusable.
This fleet was formed by the merger of three forces. Black Feather is the leader of one of the forces. Compared to Bob, he appears to be more taciturn.
"Just do as you say." His tone was relaxed, as if he didn't take the matter to heart.
"That's really great. I believe that when we return, we will be greeted by countless flowers and applause."
A slight smile appeared on Napoleon's handsome face again. The yellow-skinned boy in front of him was also one of the ten leaders of the action team this time, and he was somewhat unable to see through them.
On the other person's body, he could faintly see the shadow of another person.
The fleet continues to move forward.
Nelson, wearing a triangular navy hat, was mature and steady. At this time, he frowned and looked at the map on the table.
Although good news comes from time to time, there are still a few sneaking into the fleet that have not been found. This is a hidden danger after all.
Suddenly, his eyes swept across the sea area that was filled with heavy fog all year round. He shook his head subconsciously.
"Those strangers shouldn't be as crazy as that guy in Truquet," he murmured to himself.
"Your Excellency General, a medium-sized fleet has appeared two nautical miles directly in front of the base camp. It is heading towards us." A sailor wearing a white navy uniform walked in and said respectfully.
"He is exactly the same as that lunatic Truquet."
Nelson had a wry smile on his face after hearing this. The next moment, his face returned to a meticulous expression, "Give me the order, the Royal Navy's Sixth Formation is preparing to go to war. I want to see who can be so big."
courage."
"As commanded."
Under Nelson's order, the British Royal Navy carried out partial mobilization. About five minutes later, a fleet of two hundred warships was ready to go.
At this time, a battle had broken out in the waters at the forefront of the Navy Headquarters.
A fleet of five reconnaissance ships faced off against more than 300 warships.
The battle was much more difficult than expected. After paying five times the enemy's losses, the French players finally achieved a record of sinking four ships and seriously damaging one.
"We have been discovered. Just encountering the enemy's reconnaissance ship is so powerful. Next, we will face the British battleship. I don't know how much damage we can cause to the other party. Twenty ships? Or ten?
"
Bob's voice was full of bitterness and self-deprecation.
Our own side had an absolute advantage in numbers, basically sixty to one, but even so, it still cost the opponent several times the damage.
It was really hard for him to imagine what would happen to his group if they encountered the British main fleet.
Napoleon knew Bob's character, which was simple, direct, and loyal. These words were just to vent his frustration. He thought for a while and said: "Whether it's ten ships or twenty ships, for us, this is all
A victory."
If the British main fleet is lost, there will be no replacement, and the most they can do if they die is to pay some money for ship repairs.
In this kind of transaction, as long as a smart person knows which one is more cost-effective.
"Hey." Bob sighed. It wasn't that he didn't understand what the other party meant, but he could never get over his own problem. He was indeed not a suitable candidate for commander.
Subsequently, the expected exchange of fire did not occur as planned.
It wasn't until the dark shadow of the British naval headquarters could be seen that a fleet that had already been prepared for departure gradually entered the sight of Napoleon and others.
"I have to admit that General Nelson is indeed a very graceful commander." Napoleon showed a look of admiration on his face, but he did not finish his words. If Nelson sent someone to intercept him halfway, he would probably send the fleet to
If you disperse, there will always be fish that slip through the net and reach the opponent's naval headquarters.
But in that case, the momentum will inevitably be much weaker, and he will lose a dazzling halo on his head.
It is precisely based on this that everything he says comes from his heart.
Since Napoleon was in command all the way, Bob and Black Feather naturally formed several naval columns with him as the center.
"You are the leader of this group of strangers? You are much younger than I thought. You are very good."
Nelson had good eyesight and could see where Napoleon was at a glance. Although he was in a hostile environment, he couldn't help but praise the other party's style.
He has a good reputation in the army for being willing to support his juniors. The opponent's performance in this battle behind enemy lines is remarkable, especially the last action. It is a stroke of genius that cannot be achieved by those with great wisdom and courage.
He couldn't help but have the idea of cherishing his talents.
"The general is famous all over the world. It is an honor for me to be praised by the general."
Napoleon had experience with Truquet, and knew that these high-level NPCs should not be regarded as puppets, so he behaved very solemnly.
"If I invite you to join our camp, will you consider it?"
Nelson suddenly said something that shocked everyone, leaving all the players present in shock.
Bob looked here and there in disbelief, and then he stuttered and asked Heiyu, "Is this considered persuading to surrender?"
Black Feather snorted and rolled his eyes, "All others want is Napoleon, so don't be so sentimental."
Bob was not angry because of these words, nor did he notice the hidden meaning in the other party's words. He just looked like he had seen a ghost, "Is this still an NPC? He can even do this trick?"
No one answered. Intentionally or unintentionally, Black Feather and Napoleon exchanged a look, as if asking each other for an answer.
In Bob's simple world, he never considered the possibility that Napoleon would agree, but for Black Feather, as long as the price was enough, everything was negotiable.
Since Nelson personally invited him, if Napoleon really defected to the British camp, the treatment he would enjoy would definitely not be available to ordinary players. Even he couldn't help but feel a little moved by the hidden benefits.
However, there are certain risks in this. Although there are some French students in the British camp, and they are not traitors, if Napoleon first joined the French camp and then defected, the impact would be great, and there would definitely be defenders against him.
Verbal and written criticism.
It even has some impact on the guilds it operates in France.
Which of the two is more serious is difficult to say.
"I am deeply honored by the general's appreciation, but I love my country even more."
Napoleon still had that faint smile on his face, and the warm sunlight shone on that bright face, making him look like a sun, making people afraid to look directly at him.
Especially those words full of emotion moved countless people.
Perfect.
Kuroyu knew whether the other party was putting on a show or speaking his true thoughts. The result was no different. This could be felt from the looks in the eyes of the surrounding players.
I believe that as the scene that happened today spread through the mouths of the surrounding players, Kuroba seemed to have seen the rise of the blond man in the future.
"It's a pity, then let's fight."
Nelson sighed, it seemed that the bad effects of this battle could not be undone.
The reason why he personally recruited the other party was not only because he understood the idea of loving talents, but also to divert the attention of the outside world and try to minimize the negative impact of this battle.
Although the means are not bright enough, this is his duty as the commander of the British Navy.
Why don’t we have such a genius? (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!
