In the world that Wang Hao is familiar with, countless players have sighed like this.
Nelson was the first, but he will never be the last.
On the sea not far from the Navy Headquarters, there is another fleet speeding towards this side.
"I don't know what happened over there. I'm really worried."
On the way back, York kept mumbling, standing on tiptoes from time to time, looking into the distance, hoping to see something.
For him now, he is a little afraid of seeing the scene of the two sides fighting, but if he can't see anything, he can't help but think nonsense.
In Wang Hao's words, he is just tormenting himself.
Wang Hao is still a Chinese at heart. In his eyes, this sudden accident may have a very bad impact on the entire British coalition, but for him personally and the St. England Guild, it may be a negative impact.
Chance.
Of course, he didn't say this to anyone.
But every time he saw blond and blue-eyed people around him, he couldn't help but think of some of his brothers in China.
As the fleet continued to move forward, a tense atmosphere spread.
Although no one gave orders, everyone was already ready to fight.
"I thought I heard the sound of artillery."
York said uncertainly, and immediately glanced at Wang Hao, as if seeking his opinion.
"Get ready to fight, the battlefield is not far away."
Wang Hao glanced at the map and saw that the direction of the sound was pointing directly at the Navy Headquarters. It seemed that he had guessed correctly this time.
He took a look at the British coalition standings. He ranked 107th with a score of 57 points, which is already a very rare achievement.
You must know that there are millions of players from all over the world gathered here. Among them are guild elites and top players from various countries. No one who can stand out in this environment will be mediocre.
Compared to other guild teams, the performance of Wang Hao and the St. England Guild was still too conservative.
This is the helplessness of small guilds. If they want to achieve better results, they have to take greater risks. They cannot afford this price yet.
But Wang Hao believes that as long as he can perfectly solve the current dilemma, he and other players in St. England will be able to catch up.
System: The British naval commander, General Nelson, has issued a one-star mission to defend the naval headquarters. Do you accept it?
After entering the navy headquarters' sphere of influence, everyone in the team received a prompt from the system.
However, they just watched but did not take action, because this power was concentrated in the hands of Wang Hao, who was the leader.
Everyone's faces showed an expression of anxiety and excitement. They seemed to feel that they had shouldered a sacred mission and could save the country.
The longing expressions on these people's faces showed the answer he wanted, so Wang Hao pressed the accept button.
The fleet immediately became excited. The system's mission was not only to tell them that it was still too late, but also to acknowledge them. They had no reason to doubt that this would be a great victory.
The wait is finally here.
There was also a smile on Wang Hao's face. He had to thank Commander Nelson for establishing a system. Players were not allowed to stay at the Navy Headquarters unless summoned or on a special mission. Otherwise, they might not be able to enjoy this treatment.
Although the mission does not say what the final reward is, it is just to set an example in the British camp. This reward is not bad.
This was the reason why Wang Hao didn't want to arrive too early. With the strength of their fleet, it was difficult to deal with the previous group of enemies, but to fight against the enemies that merged with the three groups was to bring shame on themselves.
Outside players don't care about the reasons and their contribution in this battle. They will only focus on the defeat of the St. England Guild and criticize them. This kind of monotonous work and heavy losses, Wang
Hao will not do it.
It doesn't matter if you come too late. If you wait until the battle is over, it will be useless even if you come.
The current situation is most beneficial to the St. England Guild.
York only heard the sound of artillery coming from the front, but Wang Hao heard from the intensive artillery fire that the battle at this time was entering a high-level stage.
If not, he might find reasons to delay for a while longer.
"The supreme glory is waiting for us to pick it up. Soldiers, what do you think we should do?"
"go ahead--"
Everyone's morale was high. According to usual drills, ordinary members looked at the team leader, and the team leader followed the captain's orders, while the team leader formed four complete columns with the flagship as the center.
When Wang Hao saw this, he nodded slightly with satisfaction. After training for so long, he finally achieved some results.
It would be better if these people could understand the flag language again, he thought with some regret.
Semaphore is a relatively useless skill that can be used for short- and medium-range communication in some closed spaces. If used well, it can often achieve miraculous results.
The advantage of advancing in formation is that you can join the battle as soon as you arrive on the battlefield, but the price you pay is that your advance speed is reduced.
To be honest, no one could accuse Wang Hao of being wrong in his order, but York seemed to have read a different flavor from the former's move.
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"Is this how powerful a legendary general is? He actually defeated us with less troops than ours, leaving us unable to fight back."
Napoleon seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be asking the people around him, but unfortunately, the people around him were not in the mood to answer this question.
In less than 10 minutes of fighting, the French fleet lost 30%, while the British side's losses were minimal.
Moreover, Napoleon could feel that the opponent seemed to be trying to reduce losses as much as possible. Instead of using all his strength, he gave up the upper hand and let him escape.
If he hadn't established a lot of prestige in the team during this period, I'm afraid some people might not be able to help but run away.
In this place where enemies are everywhere, the only way to escape is to die. Instead of doing this, it is better to make life more brilliant.
At this time, a burst of artillery fire suddenly sounded from behind the French fleet.
Many people looked back in horror and breathed a sigh of relief when they found that they had not suffered any losses, but then their expressions changed.
Because since the other party fired cannons to demonstrate, they must be not far away from them.
"How come it's so fast?"
Napoleon frowned inconspicuously. Although he arranged for people to intentionally leak the traces of his party, the encirclement and suppression fleets had already been led to very far away places. Even if they got the news and rushed back, they would not be able to see anything.
They are just some shipwrecks.
Could it be that someone saw through his plan early on and waited until this most critical moment to take action?
"It seems that we have met an interesting opponent."
Napoleon suddenly smiled thoughtfully. If everything went according to his plan, such a life would be too dull.
"What do we do?"
Hearing the movement behind them, the hearts of the entire team began to float. Even Black Feather seemed a little distracted and couldn't help but ask.
"There is no need to be nervous. Our goal has been achieved. The current situation is just one more evil guest sharing this large piece of cake."
Napoleon seemed very calm. As the leader of this operation, he would definitely gain fame and fortune when he returned to his own camp. He was probably more curious about the sudden intruder.
Kuroba could not accept this reason. The reason why he joined the French camp was because he was optimistic that this side could win the battle, and he was here to reap the benefits.
Therefore, he really doesn't care about the camp issue. If Nelson had invited him just now and promised enough benefits, he might have turned his back on the spot.
There is a certain number of pieces of cake. Since the other party comes with a kick, his final harvest will be less.
The reason is very simple. Although they belong to different camps, the appearance of the other party will inevitably be the savior in the eyes of the British, thereby weakening the impact of their attack on the British naval headquarters. In disguise, they weaken their contribution to the French side. How can this be done?
How about saying it has no impact?
Looking at the confused and ignorant Bob, Heiyi realized for the first time that ignorance was also a kind of happiness.
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After hearing the sound of shelling from behind the enemy's lines, Nelson couldn't help but reveal a smile on his majestic face.
Since the other party fired cannons in demonstration, it seems that it is not a coincidence.
To be able to see through the blond boy's plan in such a short period of time is a vision and courage that cannot be underestimated.
"Give me the order to reduce the intensity of the attack. Our hero is about to appear. He must have a foil."
He turned around and glanced at the expressionless messenger, and groaned with a headache.
This sailor was endowed with loyalty, bravery, and excellent soldier skills, but his taciturn character displeased Nelson, who had an increasingly liberated personality. Maybe he should consider finding a few smarter guys to stay with him.
"It's our turn to perform."
The ships of the two warring parties were clearly visible in the distance. The players of the St. England Guild suddenly became excited after seeing the French ships. They could exert their full strength without Wang Hao's final mobilization.
"attack."
Following Wang Hao's order, the team at the forefront of the St. England Guild took the lead in launching the attack.
Because they knew that the legendary captain Nelson, the idol in the hearts of countless British people, was paying attention to the battle here, everyone was eager to take advantage of it.
Under a large-scale concentrated bombardment, the hit rate was quite good, and the results achieved were also quite impressive.
More than thirty French ships were sunk, and many times that number suffered varying degrees of damage.
Under attack from two sides, France's remaining more than one hundred warships were almost unable to fight back.
At this time, Nelson suddenly made a surprising decision and slowly led the fleet to retreat.
The battlefield is left to today's two protagonists. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
