"The Sovereignty is silent..."
"The Brave John is silent..."
"The Iris is withdrawing from combat order."
"We still have seven ships that are operational."
The communication channel seemed to have become much quieter for a while. Fang Plover's calm gaze swept across the entire curved dome that was stained red by gunfire.
For the shadow people, this was just a strange 'little fish' suddenly breaking into their core defense circle from the cloud wall. Although it was a bit unexpected, it was harmless.
They mobilized their left and right wings, and several squadrons guarding the main formation from above and below. More than thirty warships of various sizes pursued and intercepted the intruding fleet. That scene seemed majestic, but in fact it did not have much impact on the formation of the Shadow Man's main fleet.
But for the people in the field, it was a doom-like scene.
Looking from far and near, it seemed that there were shadows of that strange-looking fleet in all directions. The muzzles of their guns flashed, causing the artillery fire to form a curtain on the battlefield. Ships were constantly on fire and burning around them, dragging long lines of thick smoke into the clouds.
"The Golden Thorn has withdrawn from the battle order, and there are still six ships available for action."
Hong Ye's voice seemed to have become hoarse in the smoke, and she labored to report.
Although the sky is vast, there seems to be no room for them at this moment.
The surroundings fell silent, and the roar of artillery fire seemed to disappear for a moment, leaving only Fang Plover's calm command: "Order the fleet to continue turning left."
At this moment, he seems to have fully adapted to the position of fleet commander. He no longer shows obvious hesitation when issuing orders, and he no longer needs to consult other people's opinions.
"Turn left and you're getting further and further away from the target..." Hong Ye stared at the flash of light on the wind element detector and opened his mouth, but after thinking about it for a moment, he took back the words that came to his mouth.
At this time, she had no intention of questioning it, so why didn't everyone else do the same? The roar of artillery fire and the continuous shaking of the deck and hull seemed to overwhelm everyone's ability to think.
But Fang Yu seemed to be aware of the thoughts of his temporary ship officer, and replied: "Survival at this time is our goal."
"If survival is our goal, then we shouldn't rush in at all." Liu Ying's face was stained black by gunpowder smoke. He grabbed the side of the ship with his hands and murmured to himself.
Fang Yu shook his head, explaining to her and everyone else in the communication channel: "Only here, survival is our goal."
"But our strength is too weak. We only have more than a dozen ships in total, and we don't even have a single capital ship." Liuying couldn't help but said: "It would have been nice if they had allocated more ships to us. Now we can't even You can’t disrupt the opponent’s formation either.”
It is such a naive idea to divide the troops evenly. Only a little girl who has no knowledge of the battlefield can say such a thing. The captains on other ships are silent about this. However, they believed that Six Shadows was at least a little bit right.
The strength of their squadron is really not worth mentioning in front of Shadow Man.
"No," But Kaka shook his head: "...We have changed the situation on the battlefield."
The shadow men were gathering the formation of the entire fleet, because they found that in order to defend their flagship, this squadron that suddenly burst out of the cloud wall seemed to attract too much attention.
In front of them, the fleets of Silver Vislan, Silver Forest Spear, and Jeflett Redcoats, as well as the two military fleets, are converging on the vast sky and sea, and Fenris in the other direction is converging. The human fleet formed an obvious attack front.
The shadow man was keenly aware that the opponent seemed to think that he had seized an opportunity. The opponent thought that he could seize the moment of chaos in their fleet and expand his chances of victory in a decisive battle.
And completely tore a hole in the battlefield of Kukai.
In other words, at least they cooperated inside and outside to give their fleet a heavy blow.
But they cautiously and wisely realized that their opponents seemed to have made a mistake, and that so-called opportunity never existed - the fleet they mobilized was not important on the battlefield, and they had more reserves on the battlefield. Strength can be invested.
That is the absolute advantage of military strength——
But as two hostile sides on the battlefield, the Shadow People obviously will not remind their opponents, because on the battlefield, fatal mistakes are often the beginning of fatal failure.
Now the commanders on the shadow side are faced with two loose choices. One is to avoid the picker's sharp edge. If the opponent wants to choose a decisive battle, then they will not be given this opportunity.
As for the other one, he took advantage of the situation and used his absolutely superior force to make the opponent hit the copper wall and the iron wall, causing his head to be bruised and bloody - no, maybe even wiped out in ashes.
This is tantamount to the selectors giving up the initiative on the battlefield because of a fatal judgment.
But for a good commander, how many of them can withstand the temptation - that is, when the enemy makes an obviously 'wrong' judgment, they do not personally ruin all their hopes and push the opponent into the trap? In the desperate situation of the abyss.
The other side is looking for a final battle.
And for them, this seems to be an opportunity to end it once and for all. They don't have to worry about the annoying involvement of the other side, and the battle can be completely ended in just one battle.
Victory or failure is self-evident.
What is written on this battlefield at this moment are all correct answers for the shadow people, and the only remaining question seems to be only one - which answer they choose.
Of course, the filmmakers chose the most correct one and the most efficient one.
"The Shadow Man's fleet is in formation..."
The voices coming from the fleet communication channel seemed to be trembling.
Bai Xue gently put down the communication crystal in her hand. She raised her head, staring ahead with a pair of calm eyes, her clear and clear eyes passing through the smoke and clouds above the sea.
Under everyone's gaze, the girl in silver armor held her communication crystal, walked lightly down her command bridge, opened the door below, and came to the deck.
Cold raindrops hit her face, falling on her jade-like forehead, and slid down her delicate face. The wind roared, and the air was mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.
The filming cameras on the deck seemed to be disturbed by the movement here, and they all turned around, reflecting this goddess-like figure into the center of the picture. There was silence in the live broadcast room. Although many of the pictures had gone dark in the previous battle, only some of them still faithfully recorded this scene.
Many people know Her Royal Highness the Princess of Silver Vesland, but few have heard of the name 'Snow White', and until that moment, they seemed to realize that there is more than just one blooming rose in Silver Vesland.
But those things that the girl usually pursues seem to have been forgotten at this moment. As she stares at the sky, she can only see the floating fleets of shadow people gathering one after another.
It seemed that a thick barrier appeared directly in front of Silver Wisland, but behind the barrier, there were still a few flashes of light. She knew that there was a fleet belonging to them at that place.
Just how much is left?
Bai Xue raised her head, staring at the gloomy sky above, and then glanced at the seemingly endless clouds below. She knew that the shadow people must still have set up a dragnet there.
Just as the people in the same shadow knew that they were looking for a chance to show off, the other party had prepared a perfect defense for them, but how could they not seek mercy and get mercy?
She picked up the communication crystal, and the white wings spread out on the left and right sides were exactly the white sailing ships of the Silver Vislan Fleet. The floating ships were juxtaposed with each other, forming an indomitable front arrow from the front.
"Everyone, don't say much," Bai Xue said: "The next step is the final battle. Our result has been determined and everyone knows it. Maybe after the victory, we can meet you all again at El Paxin's celebration banquet. See you on the top—"
She gently placed her thumb on the dark crystal, and the snow-white fingertips were soaked in rainwater.
"Good luck to you all."
The girl spoke softly.
And a replying voice came from the distance: "Silver Wisland, I wish you good luck."
And the intertwined communications: "Friends of the Jeffree Reds, I wish you good luck."
"Good luck to the brothers of Fenris—"
"I also wish the Dragon Alchemist good luck, haha!"
Behind the magical transmission was the common determination of everyone. Bai Xue seemed to have made up his mind and pressed his thumb down - a dark red light flashed from the communication crystal, and then everything fell into a state of silence. among.
The surroundings became quiet, and it seemed that only the roaring of the wind and the roar of artillery fire were left.
But in a battle, correctness and efficiency sometimes don't determine everything.
There were three ships left, staggering forward under gunfire.
The sailboat where Fang Yu was located was also hit by another cannonball. The cannonball hit the bow of the ship and opened a huge hole there.
The flames flowed in along with the wind, and the lower deck was quickly immersed in a sea of flames. However, the remaining men on the ship were unable to stop the spread of the fire, not to mention they had very few resources left.
But Fang Plover seemed not to notice all this. He only grabbed the side of the ship with his hands and stood on the tilted deck, raising his head and watching everything that was happening above Kukai.
The Shadows are mobilizing their fleets, and the squadrons that are gathering one after another are forming a tight encirclement network over the entire Kukai - but the network is not inward, but outward. .
They seemed to no longer care about the 'little fish' inside, and instead set their sights on the battlefield of the decisive battle. They wanted to solve their opponents once and for all, and put an end to this air and sea battle that lasted for nearly a night.
It will be a dragnet, waiting for Silver Vislan, waiting for the fleet of the Chosen One, and it seems that there is only the end of destruction.
"The shadow people are mobilizing the fleet..."
"We were fooled. The attention we attracted was simply not enough. They still have reserve forces that can be put into the frontal battlefield..."
Six Shadows looked at this scene with a pale face, their hands and feet were cold.
But what can she do? She is just a pitiful little nightingale and cannot decide the outcome of this air-sea battle.
The strength of an individual is so weak in front of the fleet, and even a single dragon knight can hardly decide the outcome of a battle. The battle of the dragon knights involving the Cang Tour Group, the Jeflett Red Team, and Yue Chen , but it is just a corner of this huge battle.
The real decisive battle can only be a confrontation between fleets, artillery fire and flesh and blood. And at least one of the people who decided this battle was by her side, but the other person seemed to turn a blind eye to it all.
"This is a trap!"
Fang Plover turned around and nodded to her: "Yes, it was a trap... but it has the same meaning for both sides on the battlefield."
Six Shadows asked in disbelief: "Do you mean there is a win-win situation on the battlefield?"
This question almost made Fang Plover laugh. He looked at the girl with short platinum hair and suddenly realized why the Jefflite Red Team had arranged for her to be Kaka's partner.
Because in his opinion, these two people seemed to have the same characteristics in some aspects - both were the same living treasures. He shook his head: "There will always be one winner on the battlefield."
"Then should we inform the people of Silver Vislan..." Liu Ying asked loudly in the storm. At this moment, she secretly hated Kaka for this useless opportunity and did not speak for herself at all at this moment. .
And it seemed that the guy agreed with the other party's plan.
But Fang Yu still shook his head, but did not answer, because what was the meaning of answering? The decision had already been made, and the rest was left to God to decide. On the ever-changing battlefield, who can say that they will definitely succeed?
But at least for now, they are heading in the right direction.
He didn't believe that Bai Xue and his group of excellent commanders would not understand what he meant. He didn't know that the Shadow People seemed to have experienced such a war in history. But for the Chosen Ones, such battles abound.
In the era long ago, they actually had a relatively popular explanation for this statement, which was called——
All tactics converter.
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Alfonso Peredel, that was his real name. There were many legends about him in the world, and there were also many titles and nicknames about him, more than one. But most of them can be related to one of the four guardians of the North, Bloody Hand, or Crow Feather.
However, he still prefers the simple and unpretentious title of "Guardian", just like the guardian of the ancient prophecy, guarding the storm and darkness, only waiting for the day of the Doomsday Judgment.
And the legendary end seems to be today.
But the winter in the north seemed to be extremely cold on this day, and Alfonso Peredel seemed to feel a sense of loneliness.
In his fortress, Alfonso Peredel felt shaken for the first time as he watched the Chosen Ones attacking the entire northern defense line like waves in the vast snow.
To be precise, it is not wavering, but timid. He really felt a sense of crisis. The entire defense line was loosening, and behind the loosening was collapse. He understood deeply that most of the military forces on this defense line were not fearless under his command. The Crow Knights.
But even his knights were gradually exhausted on this meat grinder-like battlefield - where did these holy chosen ones come from? They are like a piece of loose sand on weekdays, but what are they at this moment? This kind of power made them change like this.
The converging torrent almost overturned all his knowledge of the past, but the real crisis came from the messengers who kept coming in and out of the fortress's inner city gate and bringing bad news on the battlefield.
"The defense line in the direction of Lulin has been lost..."
"The fall of Fort Penello..."
"The Chosen Ones captured Mossbank Bridge..."
Alfonso Peredel forced himself to calm down and used his eyes to inspect the reduced strongholds on the sand table one after another to see how many troops and defense lines they had left.
But the answer was almost ruthless. There was no joke on the battlefield. He rubbed his forehead and did not speak. Just put your hand on your heart and ask for the answer over and over again.
But this time, there was no response from the masters.
Alfonso Peredel raised his head almost subconsciously, and the gloomy clouds above El Pasin seemed to be flashing with lightning and thunder - but there was no memory of thunder in El Pasin's winter. .
He knows what it is.
The morning light was dispersing the clouds, and there, under people's gaze, the two fleets had completely strangled together. People only had to raise their heads to see the thin fleet, just like moths flying into a flame, rushing headlong into the battlefield filled with artillery fire.
An unprecedented decisive battle is taking place over El Paxin. A vortex has formed. Previous decisions have led to the result at this moment. Before either side wins, no one can escape from this huge battle.
Everyone can see the precarious situation of the Chosen Ones. It only takes a moment for the balance of victory to tilt toward the terrifying shadow above the battlefield, and nothing will change again.
But the dawn of victory seemed so far away to Alfonso Peredel at this moment.
He couldn't believe that the masters could make mistakes.
"My lord," the herald stammered to him, "do we still have support...?"
Alfonso Peredel turned back and looked at the opponent with cold eyes, but was unable to answer this question. The defense was collapsing, and whether they could wait until the moment of victory seemed to become an eternal unknown.
"Behind us..."
The herald replied in an almost strangled voice:
"It's Alpaxin..."
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