One Thousand and Six Ships Approaching the City

After the horrible explosion, everything seems to have returned to calm. Just when all the demons thought that this nightmare was over, another shell of the same type fell on the position of the demon defenders.

When facing hell for the first time, people are desperate. When facing hell for the second time, even despair may have become a luxury.

The terrible explosion once again engulfed everything in the crater. Because the shells landed very close, this new crater squeezed the other crater into a crescent shape.

The ground trembled in the explosion, and the corpses of many demons were instantly buried by the falling gravel.

It was as if the whole world was shaking, and it took an effort to even stand up. The demon soldiers who survived by chance wandered in the completely disused position without armor and armor. They couldn't hear the voice of others shouting, and just staggered forward like a lonely ghost.

In a place less than 5,000 kilometers away from here, on the calm sea, a huge fleet is advancing.

The battleships made of thick steel plates were uniformly painted gray, and the white hull number was spotless, and it was obvious that it had been painted recently.

On the other side of the fleet, on the distant coastline, there are huge chimneys billowing black smoke everywhere. This is an important production base of the devil, and it is also one of the largest industrial cities in the southern region.

Originally, most of the demons in the southern region followed Arecia, tended to live a good life, and surrendered to the Alan Hill Empire.

It's just that the demons here are different, they are unwilling to surrender to Alan Hill, they still worship the origin of magic, and regard that magical energy as their belief.

As a result, Admiral Genesis led the main fleet of the Irish Empire Navy to the south, and was ordered to destroy the belief of the demon in this city, or destroy the opponent's body!

"Hum..." Accompanied by mechanical friction and the sound of motors working, on the deck of a battleship over 250 meters long, No. A turret began to slowly rotate.

Then, behind this turret, No. B turret also began to rotate. The two 500mm caliber cannons on the turret have already pointed to the distant land.

At the same time, at the rear of the battleship, turret X and turret Y were also turning, pointing the artillery in the direction of the coastline.

Behind this battleship, another battleship of the same level has also aimed all eight cannons at the front and rear at the distant enemy.

Behind, is the third battleship of the same level,

The large-caliber artillery on the battleship has also pointed to the same place.

On the other artillery cruisers protecting the battleship, the large and small artillery have also raised their barrels.

"Boom!" On the first battleship, the two cannons on turret A roared, and then the cannon on turret B spewed out flames.

Then there is the gun on the Y turret, and then the gun on the X turret. In short, the first round of salvo of the Irish Empire fleet began this morning.

The 500mm cannons fired first, followed by other calibers that began to unload their shells.

The shells like raindrops fell on the city that was just bombed a few days ago. The port in the devil city and the pier inside the port were covered by the explosion in less than a second.

It was a real rain of steel, large and small artillery shells, which suddenly broke the tranquility of the entire city, and plunged this city, which had just been bombed by human bombers a few days ago, into a sea of ​​flames once again.

Who would have thought that these small workshops of the devil could easily resume production after the bombing, and even slightly increase the production capacity...

It's a pity that this time, the fleet of the Alan Hill Empire came, and the ammunition carried by these warships was much, much more than that carried by the bomber fleet.

A shell knocked down a slender masonry chimney at an angle, snapping it in half and crashing into a nearby building.

Some places in the city began to light up magic defense barriers, but these magic defense barriers did not seem to have any defensive effect.

While the cannonballs were flying, a demon blacksmith hung the last armor in his hand on the wall.

It was his job to supply armor to soldiers at the front and to repair old armor for them.

He looked at the black smoke from the explosion in the distance, mixed with the black smoke from the chimneys, and sat back in front of his own stove.

When he picked up the hammer at his feet again, ready to forge a new pair of armor, the sound of tearing the air was getting closer and closer to the blacksmith workshop where he was.

Before he could make any movement to lie down, a 127mm naval gun shell broke through the roof of the blacksmith workshop.

Broken tiles, dirt, and sawdust fell one after another, and the whole room was filled with a mist of dust.

"..." Holding the hammer in his hand, the demon blacksmith stared wide-eyed at the cannonball stuck in the ground only two steps away from him, his face turned pale with fright.

At this moment, he couldn't even stand up and run away, because his legs were so frightened that he couldn't even stand up.

To his relief, the shell did not explode, which is the only reason why he can survive till now.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, finally gathered some strength, slowly stood up from his position, and walked towards the gate even more slowly.

The moment he opened the door, another shell fell from the door. Almost brushed the poor demon blacksmith's toes and dug into the dirt at the door.

Before the demon could react, the shell that fell last exploded, and countless shrapnel shredded the demon blacksmith's body.

As for the shell in the room, it may have been induced to detonate by the vibration, or it may be that the delay fuze ran to the end, and finally exploded.

The two explosions, one after the other, completely engulfed the small blacksmith shop. And in this city, there are many, many similar things happening at the same time.

The bombardment of the battleships on the sea still did not stop. Genesis even deliberately asked the Navy to use artillery shells to solve the problem because cruise missiles were relatively expensive.

Those in stock, countless, cheap, and powerful shells played a requiem for the devil.

The echoes of the shells falling and exploding in the city formed wonderful music, inspiring every naval officer and soldier of Alan Hill who was fighting.