"Why does the opponent have so many magic weapons? They also use the principle of magic tremor!" The demon general, who was holding the long sword on his waist and looking very bad, stood on the bow of the ship, his voice changed a bit.
He was extremely calm before, but now he is a little nervous: just now, the huge floating castle fell into the sea, and finally relied on buoyancy to barely stabilize the fall.
However, everyone knows very well that soon, as the seawater seeps into the soil below the castle, the inscriptions on the floating magic circle will continue to be damaged, and the entire castle will definitely sink in this sea area.
Due to its size, it seems that it is not too late to move the castle towards the coastline. It will probably be stranded on the beach on the south side of the ferry city.
But the matter is far from over: now, as the commander of the demon side, the demon general has begun to consider failure. He had never considered this aspect before, but now he has to calculate what will happen after the failure.
If this castle is stranded on the coastline, it cannot be taken away during retreat. Once this is left to humans, these humans, who seem to be technically more advanced than the demon world, may come up with some more difficult weapons.
!
Therefore, in the devil commander's mind, he did not intend to let the castle be stranded on the shore. He felt that instead of stranding it on the shore and scrapping it, it would be better to sink it directly into the sea.
"Continue the attack! Let the battleships approach the port! Attack the city with magic cannons! We don't want any prisoners in this battle!" Looking at several large square formations on his front line, they were submerged in a sea of artillery fire with blue light.
The demon general ordered loudly.
Under his command, this huge battleship raised a blood-red battle flag. In the center of the battle flag was a beating flame-like symbol. This is the symbol of the origin of magic. In the heart of the devil, it represents
There is endless power.
"Kill all the enemies! Leave no prisoners!" On the coastline, a demon officer who saw the flag drew out the sword from his waist and shouted loudly to his soldiers: "Go forward! Turn everything here into
Our food!”
"Long live the origin of magic!" The demon beasts beating giant war drums shouted loudly. Then in the next second, their shouts were suppressed by the cannons of Elanthir.
In a place where these demons could not see, in a launch site that had been leveled in advance, an officer solemnly shouted a similar slogan: "All missiles are launched! Long live Ailan Hill!"
"Missile launch! Long live Eilan Hill!" In front of him, the shooter turned on the launch switch and pressed the missile launch button in front of him.
A missile soared into the sky, followed closely by the second and third. Countless missiles left white traces in the sky, and then flew rapidly towards the beach position more than 100 kilometers away.
The huge missile launch site composed of 30 Scud missile launch vehicles seemed to come alive at this moment, and the entire position was filled with dust blown up by the missile tail flames.
The rocket engine roared in the sky, gradually moving away with the huge missiles. These missiles carried powerful magic bombs, which could easily destroy the magic defense barrier of the demon army.
…
In the distant and calm southern harbor of Eilandhir, Osa, the largest city in the empire with the most complete functions and the best port conditions, a black, round warship is slowly approaching a dedicated dock under the operation of sea trial personnel.
.
The cheerful music of the military band sounded, and the gangway began to be built on the hull of the battleship. Seagulls hovered around the battleship, dancing to the music of the military band.
"Fortunately, when the Magic Eye broke out, this battleship was not in service, otherwise it would have been lost." Watching the huge, dark battleship enter the water, a naval general said maneuverably.
Looking at the battleship in front of him, he seemed to be looking at his own son. This submarine embodies the strongest technical design of Alan Hill and has made the navy progress for almost 70 years!
Another general also applauded and said proudly: "It may not be lost! You know, this is an epoch-making and powerful weapon for our navy!"
"Yes, who would have thought that before it, our navy's most powerful warships were still burning coal, but after it, our navy no longer needs power supplies." The third naval general raised his chin.
He opened his mouth and praised.
This submarine named Osa is the first Los Angeles-class nuclear submarine built by Alan Hill! Because they have been in technical reserves, Chris and his technicians directly skipped the less stable performance.
Previous generations of nuclear submarines directly manufactured and produced the relatively mature Los Angeles-class nuclear submarines.
When it was manufactured, this submarine was still in the technical verification stage. Because many technologies could not be mass-produced, only one Osa-class nuclear submarine was built, which was completely experimental.
However, this submarine has now become the only submarine in the Airan Hill Navy that can be put into battle. It has now become the hope of the whole village...
Now, this submarine, which represents hope, is docked at the dock. On its sharp hull, there is a white and eye-catching hull number 601 and a huge golden eagle emblem of the Eilandsil Empire.
"It is also the intention of General Bakalov to urgently recall it and put it into service. He hopes that the navy can mobilize some troops to go north, but General Lawns' fleet is too slow." The leading general sighed with emotion.
said.
"Yes, they have to go all the way back to Ossa from the far south. After replenishing ammunition and fuel in Ossa, they can continue to go north... According to the navy's combat plan, after they arrive in the coastal area of Alante, they can no longer
Continue north..." Watching the navy's sea trial technicians walking down the gangway, a general nodded in agreement.
The current naval headquarters has been transferred to Osa, because of the conquest of the south and because the ferry has become a battlefield.
The ferry could not be restored in a short time, nor could it continue to manufacture warships, so Osa became one of the most important military bases in the navy.
Now the Iowa-class battleships are being built here, as well as cruisers and aircraft carriers, all of which are the main battleships of the Navy's future equipment, and each of them is very important.
Under this situation, some generals of the navy even hoped to keep the fleet of Origins in Osa for defense instead of heading north to rescue the ferry city that had become a battlefield.
"Yes, it's not just the ferry, the coastline we have to defend is too long..." A naval admiral standing next to them said with his hands behind his back and shaking his head.
In the previous attack, when the Dreadnought was invincible, it was not so obvious. Now that it has become a defensive battle, the problem of a serious shortage of naval warships has suddenly become apparent.
Because of the floating castle, the demons seemed to have an advantage in air superiority, which put the naval fleet of Elanthir at a disadvantage.
Looking at the powerful nuclear submarine in front of him, an officer lowered his voice and said to his companions: "If I had known this, we should have launched more warships!"
"Of course it would have been better if we had known this earlier, but didn't we know it before? Now if we want to rebuild the navy, it will take at least more than a month..." His companion glanced at the other party and sneered.
Anyone can do this kind of thing with the benefit of hindsight, but it won't help whether you do it or not. With this time to complain, it seems more effective to build battleships.
The music of the military band has stopped. The technical workers in the submarine and the naval officers and soldiers have all stepped off the submarine and stood in two neat rows on the dock.
They stood at attention and saluted the leading naval general who came to greet them. The general also returned a solemn military salute to these naval officers and soldiers who had worked hard for more than ten days.
"Will the demons land in the southern region?" Among the crowd, the officer who had just spoken in hindsight cautiously continued to ask his colleagues around him.
The friend next to him shook his head and replied: "I can't tell, if it wasn't such a sensitive location as the ferry, I think the General Staff and the headquarters would recommend using a powerful nuclear bomb, right?"
"Pray, the devil will not land in the Yalante or Dothan areas!" The officer swallowed his saliva and said with an ugly expression.
His home is in the Yalant region. If a large-yield nuclear weapon is used there, God knows whether it will affect his hometown and his relatives.
Just when he was depressed, the leading general over there had already begun to lecture the officers and soldiers of the Osa nuclear submarine. He spoke solemnly and ordered in a firm voice: "The devil has reached the ferry! You are the navy now.
The only hope!"
"Gentlemen! After a 2-hour rest, you will drive this familiar submarine northward! Remember! You are the only combat ship of our army in the northern seas! Only you can prove that Iland Hill's navy
It still exists!”
"Long live Ailanthir!" All the officers and soldiers stood at attention and saluted, holding their chins high as they answered the general's order.
"Thank you for your efforts! Ailan Hill will always remember you and the heroes who fought for it!" The general held his chin high, greeted the military salutes of countless officers and soldiers wearing white gloves, and continued: "
For the motherland! For the family! For yourselves! Fight to the end!"
"Long live Ailanthir!" Everyone continued to reply without putting down their arms.
"Long live His Majesty Emperor Chris!" The general raised his arm and returned a solemn military salute.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Everyone shouted. On the pier, the shouts were louder than the waves, startling a sea of seabirds. The round Los Angeles-class nuclear submarine parked steadily at the pier.
