Three Hundred and Eleven only One Battleship Heading North

"Why does the other party have so many magical weapons? It also uses the principle of magical tremors!" Holding the long sword around his waist, the demon general with a very bad expression stood on the bow, and his voice changed a little.

He used to be calm before, but now he is a little stern: just now, the huge floating castle fell to the sea, and finally relied on buoyancy to barely stabilize the fall.

But everyone knows very well that soon, as the sea water seeps into the soil below the castle, the inscriptions of the floating magic circle will continue to be damaged, and the entire castle will definitely sink in this sea area.

Because of the volume, it seems that it is still too late to move the castle to the coastline. It is estimated that it will be stranded on the beach on the south side of Ferry City.

But things are far from over: now, as the commander of the devil's side, the devil general has begun to think about failure - he never thought about this before, but now he has to calculate what will happen after the failure.

If the castle is stranded on the coastline, it cannot be taken with it when retreating. Once this is left to humans, these humans, which seem to be more advanced in technology than the demon world, may come up with some more tricky weapons!

Therefore, in the mind of the demon commander, he did not intend to let this castle stranded on the shore. He felt that it would be better to sink it directly into the sea instead of stranded on the shore and scrapped.

"Continue to attack! Let the warships approach the port! Attack the city with magic cannons! We don't want to take prisoners in this battle!" Looking at several large square formations on the front line, they were drowned in a blue light of artillery fire. The Demon General ordered loudly.

Under his order, the huge battleship raised a blood-red battle flag, and in the center of the battle flag was a beating flag like a flame. This is the symbol of the origin of magic, and in the heart of the devil, it represents endless power.

"Kill all the enemies! Leave no prisoners!" On the coastline, a demon officer who saw the flag pulled out his long sword and shouted loudly to his soldiers: "Go forward! Turn everything here into our food!"

"Long live the source of magic!" The demon beasts who beat the giant war drums shouted loudly. Then in the next second, their shouts were silenced by the shelling of Alan Hill.

In a place where these demons could not see, in a launch position that had been leveled in advance, an officer solemnly shouted a similar slogan: "All missiles launched! Long live Alan Hill!"

"Missile launch! Long live Alan Hill!" In front of him, the shooter who turned on the launch switch pressed the missile launch button in front of him.

A missile soared into the sky, followed by a second and a third. Countless missiles drew white traces in the sky, and then flew towards the beach position more than 100 kilometers away.

At this moment, the huge missile launch position composed of a full 30 Scud missile launch vehicles seemed to come alive, and the entire position was filled with dust blown by the missile tail flame.

The rocket motor roared in the sky, and the huge missile gradually receded. These missiles carry powerful magic bombs, which can easily destroy the magic defense barrier of the demon army.

...

The remote and calm southern harbor of Ireland Hill, the largest and most functional empire in the city, Osa, the city with the best port conditions, a black round battleship is docked at the dedicated dock little by little under the operation of the sea test personnel. .

The cheerful music of the military band sounded, and the gangway began to be placed on the hull of the battleship. Seagulls hovered around the battleship, dancing to the performance of the Legion.

"Fortunately, when the eye of magic broke out, this battleship was not in service, otherwise it would have been lost." Watching the huge dark battleship entering the water, a naval admiral said maneuverably.

Looking at the battleship in front of him, he seemed to be looking at his son. This submarine embodies the strongest technical design of Ireland Hill, which has made the Navy improve for almost 70 years at once!

Another general also said proudly while applauding: "It may not be lost! You know, this is an epoch-making powerful weapon of our navy!"

"Yeah, who would have thought that before it, the most powerful warship in our navy was still burning coal, and after it, our navy no longer needs power supplies." The third admiral raised his chin, He exclaimed in admiration.

The submarine, named Osa, is the first Los Angeles-class nuclear submarine built by Ireland Hill! Because of the technical reserve, Chris and his technicians skipped the previous generations of nuclear submarines with less stable performance and directly produced the more mature Los Angeles-class nuclear submarines.

At the time of manufacture, this submarine was still in the stage of technical verification. Because many technologies could not be mass-produced, only one Osa-class nuclear submarine was built, which was completely experimental.

However, this submarine is now the only operational submarine in the Ireland Hill Navy, and it is now the hope of the whole village...

Now, the submarine, which represents hope, is docked at the quayside, with its sharp hull above the striking white hull number 601 and a large golden eagle emblem of the Irish Empire.

"It is urgent to recall it, and then put it into service, which is also what General Bakarov wants. He hopes that the navy can transfer some troops to the north, but the speed of General Lawens' fleet is too slow." The leading general sighed with emotion. said.

"Yeah, they have to go all the way back to Osa from the far south. After Osa replenishes ammunition and fuel, they can continue to go north... According to the navy's combat plan, after they reach the coastal area of ​​Arlant, they can no longer go further north. Continue northward..." Watching the Navy's sea trial technicians go down the gangway, a general nodded in agreement.

The current naval headquarters has been transferred to Osa, because of the reason for the invasion 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 and produce warships, so Osa became the most important military base in the navy - no one.

Now Iowa-class battleships are being built here, cruisers and aircraft carriers are being built, both of which are the main battleships of the Navy's future equipment, which are very important.

In this case, some generals in the navy even wanted to keep Laurence's fleet in the defense of Osa, rather than go north to help the ferry city that has become a battlefield.

"Yeah, it's not just the ferry, the coastline we have to defend is too long..." An admiral standing beside them shook his head with his hands behind his back.

In the previous attack, it was not so obvious when the dreadnoughts were invincible. Now it is a defensive battle, and the problem of a serious shortage of naval battleships has suddenly become prominent.

Demons seem to have an advantage in air dominance because of the floating castle, which puts Alan Hill's naval fleet at a disadvantage.

Looking at the powerful nuclear submarine in front of him, an officer lowered his voice and said to his companions behind the scenes: "If we knew this earlier, we should have launched more warships!"

"It's good to know this, but we didn't know it before! Now we want to rebuild the navy, it will take at least a month..." His companion glanced at each other and said with a sneer.

Anyone can do this kind of hindsight, but it won't help if they don't do it - it seems more useful to build warships when there is time to complain.

The music of the military band had stopped, and the skilled workers and naval officers and soldiers in the submarine had already stepped off the submarine and stood in two neat rows on the pier.

They stood at attention and saluted the leading naval general who came to greet them, and 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 devil land in the southern region?" In the crowd, Zhuge Liang's officer cautiously continued to ask his colleagues after he had just opened his mouth.

The friend around him shook his head and replied, "It's hard to say, if it weren't for a sensitive location like the ferry, I think the General Staff and the Headquarters would recommend the use of powerful nuclear bombs?"

"Pray, until the demons won't land in Arrant or Dothan!" The officer swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with an ugly expression.

His home is in the Arrant area. If a high-yield nuclear weapon is used there, God knows whether it will affect his hometown and his relatives.

Just when he was depressed, the generals headed there had already begun to lecture the officers and soldiers of the nuclear submarine Osa. He solemnly opened his mouth and ordered in a firm voice: "The devil has reached the ferry! You are the navy now. The only hope!"

"Gentlemen! After 2 hours of rest, you will drive this submarine that you are familiar with to the north! Remember! You are the only combat ship of our army in the northern seas! Only you can prove the navy of Ireland Hill. It still exists!"

"Long live Ailan Hill!" All the officers and soldiers stood at attention and saluted, and answered the general's order with their chins raised.

"Thank you for your dedication! Alan Hill will always remember you and the heroes who fought for it!" The general held his chin up, facing the military salute of countless officers and soldiers wearing white gloves, and continued: " For the motherland! For the family! For yourself! Fight to the end!"

"Long live Alan Hill!" Without putting down their arms, everyone continued to answer.

"Long live His Majesty Emperor Chris!" The general raised his arm and returned a solemn military salute.

"Long live His Majesty!" Everyone shouted, and on the pier, a wave of shouts raised a wave of seabirds, and the round Los Angeles-class nuclear submarine stopped steadily by the pier.