"Alarm! Enemy attack! Alarm! Enemy attack!" On a huge, black demon battleship, one after another rough shouts interrupted everyone's dreams.
At this time, the sky had just dawned, and many demons were still in their sleep when they were awakened by this roar.
A devil with an extremely ugly face suddenly sat up from his hammock, jumped to the ground and started running towards the deck.
The armor on his body was never taken off, and the thick breastplate hit the shoulder armor, making a rattling sound.
The narrow corridor of the cabin was filled with panicked demon soldiers. These demon soldiers wanted to gather on the deck, but due to order, they could not move away for a while.
Then, the next second, they felt a violent short vibration on the deck under their feet, and then the demons crowded in the cabin saw the corridor in the distance being devoured by surging flames.
"Ah!" There was only time to let out a miserable cry, and these demon soldiers who were crowded together were incinerated by the explosion. The violent explosion spread from the magic power cabin to every corner of the entire battleship, eventually causing the battleship to disintegrate.
It has become a fragmented state.
This nearly 270-meter-long demon ship was sunk without even holding on for a few minutes.
"That's a human battleship! A human battleship!" On another demon battleship, the demon soldier in charge of sentry pointed at the horizon in the distance and shouted loudly.
In the direction he was pointing, there were some small black dots on the horizon, approaching little by little in the direction of the demon fleet.
And more and more little black dots represent death, making countless demon soldiers feel uneasy like never before.
A few minutes later, these small black dots representing the enemy lit up again. All the demons knew that this meant that the opponent's warship had launched another terrifying salvo.
"How can the opponent's bombardment be so accurate? In the naval battle of Pili Pi Island, the data we obtained is that the opponent attacked ten times and could only hit one or two times!" On the core command battleship, a demon officer frowned and questioned.
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However, as he questioned, another round of artillery shells fell on the face of the demon fleet. This time the opponent's bombardment seemed to be more accurate, sinking two demon warships at once.
The huge cannonball fell from the sky, with an indomitable momentum, directly penetrated the magic defense barrier raised by the demon battleship, and then hit the demon battleship, even breaking the demon battleship into two pieces.
Immediately afterwards, the huge explosion completely destroyed these battleships, and then the detonated magic power device exploded, adding insult to injury and making a spectacular demonic battleship disappear in an instant.
"This power is wrong! And there is no thick black smoke as described in the records! Isn't this the fleet of Elanthir?" The demon officer in charge of commanding the demon fleet asked doubtfully.
"It should be Eiland Hill's fleet! If it weren't for their fleet, there shouldn't be such a powerful fleet here!" Beside him, an officer who looked like an adjutant said.
"Then why...is it different from what was described in the battle report?" The demon commander, who was standing on the deck, leaning on the side of the ship and watching the enemy fleet lined up in the distance, asked with an ugly face.
"Maybe... it's because technology has improved?" The demon adjutant thought for a while and gave a guessed answer.
Of course he didn't know that this was actually the real correct answer. Eiland Hill's fleet had indeed made progress, and not just a little bit!
On the other side, in the main fleet of Eiland Hill, on the bridge of the flagship Dauntless, the Commander-in-Chief of the Eiland Hill Naval Fleet, Lawns, grinned.
More than an hour ago, after his carrier-based early warning aircraft detected the location of the enemy fleet, it has been following the demon fleet.
At sunrise, when the visibility improved a little, Ailanthil's battleships launched an attack.
Instead of using carrier-based aircraft, Genesis took the initiative to choose a more primitive method to attack his opponents. He liked to see his opponents destroyed before his eyes. It was a very satisfying enjoyment.
This time, the demon fleet did not have flying weapons such as floating castles to cover it, so Ailanthir's fleet did not have to worry too much about air supremacy. Therefore, Genesis was able to defy everyone's opinions and allow himself to indulge.
And this is also the reason why, as soon as the genius dawned, Ailan Hill's fleet appeared beside the demon fleet and took the initiative to launch an attack.
"Let the Hero continue to fire! Let's prepare here, lock the target, and launch the Tomahawk cruise missile!" He put down the telescope, with a confident smile on his face, and ordered.
"Commander! Are you going to stop shelling the opponent?" the adjutant standing behind him, with his hands behind his back and his chin raised, asked.
"No! I just want to test how powerful the 406 mm caliber main gun is! Since it seems to be amazingly powerful now, there is no need to continue testing!" Genesis waved his hand and made a gesture.
Come in a business-like manner.
Everyone couldn't help but snicker, because everyone knew that General Lawns was a deep-rooted naval gunner within the Navy.
It is precisely because of his support that the Navy's battleship development was possible, and it is precisely because of his persistence that the Navy has never given up on the ideal of big ships and huge guns.
A few minutes later, the first Tomahawk cruise missile, trailing a long line of white smoke, rushed towards the Demon Fleet.
Immediately afterwards, the second cruise missile was launched, and then the third. After firing out four cruise missiles in one go, the Dreadnought battleship stopped firing.
The demon fleet on the opposite side was completely plunged into chaos at this time.
The battleship Hero had fired its third salvo. Because of its advanced fire control radar and helicopters providing calibration, the three salvos fired 27 shells in one go, sinking 7 battleships of the Demon Fleet.
It seems that the hit rate is not high, but the two or three hits in the previous 10 salvos are only the probability of hitting a warship!
But now, after a series of modernization upgrades, the new battleships will sink the demon battleships with every salvo, sometimes even two to three, which makes the demon troops a little bit intolerable.
If this continues, most of them will soon be sunk, and the remaining warships will have no place to escape.
Because the demons who have obtained the naval battle report of Pilipi Island all know that the battleships of Ailan Hill are famous for their speed, which is much faster than the speed of the demon battleships.
Therefore, when encountering a human fleet, turning around and running away is the most idiotic choice. That will only allow the human fleet to take advantage of its own advantages and defeat them one by one and annihilate the entire army.
"Change the course! Close the distance! Prepare the magic cannon!" the demon commander who was familiar with naval battles ordered.
At this moment, he could only bite the bullet and try to close the distance between the two sides and get a chance to fire back.
In fact, he knew in his heart that as long as the other party's commander had a little bit of sense, he wouldn't be fooled by this little trick.
Sure enough, the battleships of the Airan Hill fleet began to turn, and then used their ultra-high speed to maintain a reasonable distance from the demon fleet.
At this distance, most of the demon fleet's magic cannons are unable to fire and attack, but Airan Hill's artillery can take advantage of its range to hit the demon fleet to the maximum extent.
"Damn it, how can we fight this battle?" The demonic officer complained angrily when he saw the Ailanthil fleet, which was as nimble as a dragon, distanced itself and continued its calm bombardment.
But soon he no longer needed to complain, because a cannonball hit the demon battleship he was on, and then the battleship, like the other demon battleships that were hit, exploded into a ball of brilliant fireworks.
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One day later, in the Demonic Floating City of Ventilsane, the Demon Prince Salux balled up a piece of parchment and threw it at his feet.
This is a manuscript of a report sent from the troops in Port Paston. The content in it is about the loss of contact with the Demon Fleet.
What made Prince Salux angry and helpless was that this was not the first fleet to lose contact.
There is a steady stream of demon fleets heading south, but in the past two days, no demon fleets have arrived at Paston.
This is equivalent to saying that at least five demon fleets were intercepted by Ailanthil's fleet on their way south.
There is almost a 100% probability of interception, which is equivalent to cutting off the devil's army's supplementary route.
Salux knew that there were more and more human warships that could sail underwater. Together with those damn surface warships, the devil's maritime superiority had been completely shaken.
Originally, he planned to use his sea control to continue a decisive battle with the human fleet in the waters near Pili Pi Island, constantly consuming the effective strength of the human navy.
But now, he tried his best to avoid the fight, but he was still being chased and beaten by those damn humans!
He really wanted to slap the table hard enough to smash it into pieces, and then cursed loudly: "Ailan Hill, just wait for me!"
But because it was useless, he still didn't vent much. After all, it seems that Alan Hill is more powerful now. No matter how much he shouts slogans, defeating Alan Hill is a long-term goal that is not easy to achieve.
"Hatch more demon dogs! If they don't have anything to eat, go find people from the Balmeshir Empire to kill them!" Salux felt like he was giving similar orders more and more recently.
So he was no longer furious, but his face was still cold. He had already passed out of anger, and now all that was left was pitiful and secretly annoyed.
