Four Hundred and Three Sea Interception

"Alert! Enemy attack! Alert! Enemy attack!" On a huge, dark-bodied demon battleship, a rude shout interrupted everyone's sweet dreams.

At this time, the genius just dawned, and many demons were still in their sleep when they were awakened by this roar.

An extremely ugly-looking demon suddenly sat up from his hammock, jumped to the ground and started running towards the deck.

The armor on his body has never been taken off, and the thick breastplate hits the shoulder armor, making a clattering sound.

In the narrow cabin corridor, there are some panicked demon soldiers everywhere. These demon soldiers want to gather on the deck, but because of the order, they can't move for a while.

Then, in the next second, they felt the violent and brief shaking of the deck under their feet, and immediately after these demons crowded in the cabin, they saw the corridor in the distance, swallowed by the surging flames.

"Ah!" There was only time to let out a tragic cry, and these crowded demon soldiers were burned by the explosion. The violent explosion spread from the magic power cabin to all corners of the entire battleship in one go, and finally the battleship disintegrated into pieces.

The demon ship, which was nearly 270 meters long, 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 sentrying, pointing to the sea horizon in the distance, shouted loudly.

In the direction he pointed, on the sea level, there were some small black dots, which were approaching the direction of the demon fleet little by little.

And more and more little black dots, representing death, also made countless demon soldiers feel uneasy like never before.

A few minutes later, the small black dots representing the enemy lit up again. All demons knew that this meant that the other side's battleship had once again launched a terrifying salvo.

"How can the enemy's shelling be so accurate? In the naval battle of Pilipi Island, the data we have obtained is that the opponent's attack can only hit one or two times ten times!" On the core command battleship, a demon officer frowned and questioned. road.

However, as he questioned, another round of shells fell on the face of the demon fleet. This time, the other party's shelling seemed to be more accurate, sinking two demon battleships at once.

The huge cannonball fell from the sky, with an indomitable momentum, it directly penetrated the magical defense barrier raised by the demon battleship, and then slammed into the demon battleship, and even smashed the demon battleship into two pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the huge explosion completely destroyed these battleships, and then the detonated magical power devices would explode.

"This power is not right! And there is no black smoke as described in the records! Isn't this Alan Hill's fleet?" The demon officer in charge of commanding the demon fleet wondered.

"It should be Alan Hill's fleet! If it weren't for their fleet, there shouldn't be such a powerful fleet here!" Beside him, an officer similar to an adjutant said.

"Then why... it's not the same as what was described in the battle report?" The demon commander, who was standing on the deck and leaning on the side of the ship, looked at the enemy fleet lined up in the distance, and asked with an ugly face.

"Maybe... it's technological progress, right?" The demon adjutant thought for a while and gave an answer he speculated.

Of course he didn't know, this was actually the real correct answer. Ailan Hill's fleet has indeed improved, and it is not a little bit of progress!

On the other side, in the main fleet of Ireland Hill, on the bridge of the flagship Dreadnought, the commander-in-chief of the Ireland Hill Navy Fleet Laurence grinned.

More than an hour ago, after his carrier-based early warning aircraft detected the location of the enemy fleet, he had been following the demon fleet.

By sunrise, visibility was a little better, and the battleships of Elan Hill attacked.

Without using a carrier-based aircraft, Laurens took the initiative to choose a more primitive method to attack his opponent. He liked to watch his opponent perish in front of his eyes, which was a very refreshing enjoyment.

This time, the demon fleet did not have the cover of flying weapons such as floating castles, so the fleet of Ailan Hill did not have to worry too much about the issue of air dominance, so Laurens resisted the opposition and let himself indulge once.

And this is also the reason why, just as the genius was dawning, Alan Hill's fleet had already appeared by the side of the demon fleet and launched an attack on its own initiative.

"Let the Hero continue to fire! Let's prepare here, lock on the target, and launch the Tomahawk cruise missile!" He put down the telescope, and with a confident smile on his face, he ordered.

"Commander! Stop shelling the opponent?" asked the adjutant, who had been standing behind him, his chin raised with his hands behind his back.

"No! I just want to test how powerful the 406mm main gun is! Since it looks amazing now, there is no need to continue the test!" Laurens waved his hand and made a pair of Come on official business.

Everyone couldn't help snickering, because everyone knew that General Laurence, within the Navy, was considered a deep-rooted naval gun faction.

It is precisely because of his support that the development of the navy's battleships has occurred, and it is precisely because of his persistence that the navy has never given up the ideal of large ships and artillery.

A few minutes later, the first Tomahawk cruise missile, dragging a long white smoke, rushed towards the demon fleet.

Immediately after, a second cruise missile was launched, and then a third. After four cruise missiles were fired in one breath, the battleship Intrepid stopped firing.

The demon fleet on the opposite side was completely plunged into chaos at this time.

The battleship Hero has fired its third salvo. Because of the advanced fire control radar and helicopters to provide calibration, the three salvos fired 27 shells in one salvo, sinking 7 battleships of the Demon Fleet.

It seems that the hit rate is not high, but the previous 10 salvos, the two or three hits, are just the probability of hitting a battleship!

Now, after a series of modernization upgrades, the new battleships will sink the demon battleships with every salvo, and sometimes even sink two or three ships, which makes the demon army a little bit unbearable.

If this goes on, they will soon be sunk by most of them, and the remaining battleships will have nowhere to escape.

Because the demons who have obtained the battle report of the Pilipi Island naval battle know that Alan Hill's battleship is notorious for its speed, which is much faster than the speed of the demon battleship.

Therefore, when encountering a human fleet, turning around and fleeing is the most idiotic choice, which will only allow the human fleet to exert its own advantages and destroy the entire army one by one.

"Turn the course! Close the distance! Prepare the magic gun!" The demon commander who was familiar with naval warfare ordered.

At this moment, he can only bite the bullet and try to shorten the distance between the two sides, so as to obtain the opportunity to fire back.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that this kind of trick would not be fooled as long as the commander of the other party was a little bit rational.

Sure enough, the battleship of the Alan Hill fleet began to turn, and then used the super high speed to maintain a reasonable distance from the demon fleet.

At this distance, most of the magic-guided cannons of the Demon Fleet were unable to fire and attack, but Alan Hill's artillery could take advantage of the range to hit the Demon Fleet to the greatest extent possible.

"Damn it, how can we fight this battle?" The demon officer complained angrily when he saw the Alan Hill fleet, which was as nimble as a dragon, pulled away and continued its artillery bombardment.

But soon he didn't need to complain, because a cannonball hit the demon battleship he was on, and then the battleship exploded into a gorgeous fireworks just like the other demon battleships that had been hit.

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A day later, in the demon floating city of Vantilsane, the demon prince Salux made a ball of parchment and threw it under his feet.

This is a transcript of a report sent by the troops from Paston Harbor. The content on it is about the loss of contact with the demon fleet.

What annoyed Prince Salux to the point of helplessness 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 fleet has arrived at Paston.

This means that at least five demon fleets were intercepted by Alan Hill's fleet on their way south.

Almost 100% interception probability, which is equivalent to cutting off the supplementary route of the demon army.

Sarooks knew that there were more and more human warships that could sail under water. Add in those damn surface warships, and the Demon's maritime dominance has been completely shaken.

Originally, he also planned to use the sea power to continue to find a decisive battle with the human fleet in the waters near Pilipi Island, constantly consuming the vitality of the human navy.

But now, he tried his best to avoid the battle, but he was still being chased and beaten by those damn humans!

He really wanted to slap the table hard, smashing the table to pieces, and then cursed loudly: "Alan Hill, wait for me!"

But because it was useless to do so, he still didn't vent much. After all, it seemed that Ailan Hill was stronger now. No matter how much he shouted slogans, defeating Ailan Hill was not a long-term goal that was not easy to achieve.

"Hatch more demon dogs! If they don't have anything to eat, go find someone from the Bamyhir Empire!" Saruks felt that he had given similar orders more and more recently.

So he is no longer furious, but his face is cold and still angry, and he is already angry, and now there is only pitiful and secretly annoyed.