Chapter 110 Naval Battle 1
Fleming was a 16-year-old boy who had just joined the Reese Navy not long ago. His still childish face was like a newly blooming flower, but it was full of vitality.
Relying on his father's generosity and spending money to smoothen relationships, Fleming finally succeeded in obtaining a relatively safe lookout position on the ship.
Perhaps because of his youthful vigor, or perhaps because of the burning yearning for the sea deep in his heart, Fleming, who was alone on the observation pole, was not completely affected by the oppressive and heavy atmosphere of the group below. Although he was a little nervous inside, he was still calm in comparison.
Sometimes he looked far away at the vast sea and felt the breath of freedom brought by the sea breeze; sometimes he looked down at the busy and messy port of Lis City and observed the hurried figures of people.
Suddenly, his gaze froze on the distant sea level. At first, it was just an extremely tiny black dot, almost undetectable against the blue background. Gradually, half of the sail above the sea level slowly appeared, tearing the tranquility of the sea level. Then, like stars, countless black spots appeared on the distant sea level one after another, becoming increasingly clear.
Fleming was stunned for a moment, and his brain fell into a brief blank. It was not until a rapid and high-pitched horn roared from the warship next to him that he woke up from a dream and reacted instantly. Immediately afterwards, he immediately blew the horn in his hand.
Accompanied by the sound of warning horns, a large-scale fleet slowly appeared in his sight like a giant beast.
Under the clear sky, the sun is shining brightly, there are no clouds in the sky, and the calm sea is like a huge piece of blue satin.
The Bellerys led the fleet through the waves, its bow splitting the white waves like a sharp blade across the sea. The hull rises and falls with the waves, the rhythm is powerful and steady. The sails were swollen by the wind, as if they were breaking free from the ropes and stretching far into the distance.
Gavin stood on the bow of the Belleris, looking calmly at the increasingly clear Lys Island in the distance and the Lys fleet that had already formed a formation on the sea. His expression was calm and determined, without any trace of nervousness or panic.
Then Gavin calmly nodded to Hassan beside him.
Hassan immediately understood. After bowing and saluting, he quickly turned around with a solemn expression and shouted loudly: "Blow the battle horn, and the entire fleet is ready to meet the enemy! Each ship adjusts the angle of the sails."
The sharp and passionate horn sound instantly pierced the calmness of the sea, like an earth-shattering thunder suddenly exploding in the air.
The loud trumpet carried endless fighting spirit, as if it could tear the sky apart.
The warships moved quickly and orderly. The crew's movements were agile and skillful. They quickly adjusted the angle of the sails, pulled the ropes flexibly with both hands, and precisely controlled the sail yards so that the sails could fully face the sea breeze.
Under their exquisite operation, the ship changed its course flexibly, like a nimble fish shuttling between the waves.
The entire fleet quickly changed its formation, like a huge and flexible beast dancing gracefully on the sea, showing amazing coordination and tacit understanding.
Boxes of special crossbows were quickly lifted out of the cabin, and the heavy wooden boxes stood out on the solid shoulders of the soldiers.
The soldiers struggled to tear open the rainproof tarpaulin wrapped around the ballista, and the ferocious image originally hidden under it was instantly revealed.
The strong soldiers worked together to turn the wheel, and with heavy breathing and low trumpets, they steadily wound the ballista. Every turn is full of power, as if it is accumulating destructive energy.
At the same time, the archers also organized their equipment in an orderly manner.
They looked attentively, carefully checking the tension of the bow string, and gently plucked the bow string with their fingers, feeling the subtle vibration to ensure that the bow string was in the best condition.
They carefully selected the right arrows, and the sharp arrows shone coldly in the sun. Then he put the bowstring on firmly and put the arrow tail against his cheek, his eyes dangerous and sharp.
The soldiers clenched the weapons in their hands, their bodies as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, and their muscles trembled slightly, revealing their inner tension and expectation.
Gavin's face was as cold as an iceberg. He quickly put on the fine armor. The armor shone dazzlingly in the sun, and every armor leaf seemed to contain infinite power. He held the extremely powerful dragon bone bow tightly and turned over to sit on Chiying's broad and solid dragon back.
The Blazing Shadow, which had been lying quietly on the bow of the Belerys, now felt Gavin's passionate fighting spirit and fierce killing intent. Its huge and strong body trembled slightly, like a volcano about to erupt. The violent fighting flames ignited in his eyes, as if they were going to burn all enemies to death.
Following Gavin's low command, Blazing Shadow suddenly spread out its huge wings that covered the sky and flapped hard. In an instant, a strong wind roared up, making the clothes of everyone around them rustle and their hair flying wildly.
Then Chiying took Gavin from the bow of the Bellerys and rushed into the sky like a bolt of lightning. The speed was so fast that people could only feel it flickering before their eyes. Under the sunlight, its vigorous figure shines with mysterious and majestic light, like a god of war descending from the sky.
The Blazing Shadow flew higher and higher, its powerful wings flapping the air, making thunderous sounds that shook everyone's heart. Gavin sat firmly on the Blazing Shadow's back, looking down at the sea below with a cold gaze, as if it could penetrate all the fog. The Reese fleet also came over here at the same time, the bows of the warships split the waves, splashing high water, like the fangs of a white giant beast.
The atmosphere on the sea surface instantly became extremely tense, as if even the air was about to solidify.
Hassan looked at the approaching enemy on the Belleris, took a deep breath, and shouted to the soldiers: "Loyal soldiers of the Belleris family! We are here to conquer the unjust Reese, show your courage, keep your sanity, and the gods bless this army with a sacred goal. For victory, for the Stone Steps Islands, and for Gavin Belleris, attack!" His voice was like a huge bell, echoing on the sea, stirring the hearts of every soldier and making their blood boil instantly.
Following Hassan's roar, Gavin's fleet rushed towards the Reese fleet like a surging wave with an unstoppable momentum. More than a dozen sailing warships stretched out their oars on both sides and quickly accelerated, like wild horses running away, rushing past the Belleris in front of them with lightning speed, and bravely rushed towards the enemy with an indomitable determination.