Frankie's roar, full of hysterical madness. In the midst of www.biquge.info madness, I can clearly feel his excitement and the satisfaction of his wishes.

Yes, just be satisfied!

The island's vacancy was inspired by Frankie's design. That iconic barrel pressurizer was the one he designed and built a cola-fueled engine, or "the ultimate super-wind turbojet gun" -- that's what Frankie named the thing.

Time rewinds about ten minutes, and at that moment when Crockdahl inspires the fighting spirit of the shipwrights, so that the shipwrights create an assembly line full of black technology.

As a boatman, Frankie's dream has always been to build the ship of his dreams and sail on this ship. And in his carefully brewed shipbuilding plan, the wind cannon is the top priority.

The Wind Cannon has always been Frankie's weapon. Packed in both arms, it uses the power of Coke to compress the air and fires an attack that is not inferior to that of a cannonball. At the same time, the recoil of firing air bombs was also strong enough to make him, a modified person like an iron lump, be blown away.

Naturally, the idea of using the principle of wind cannon to make engines for ships had been in his mind from the very beginning. It's just that the power of the wind cannon is too strong, and ordinary wood can't withstand this pressure at all. If there were no materials of Adam's strength to build a ship, the wind engine would have exploded and disintegrated as soon as it was used once. That's why the idea has been put off again and again, and it has not been able to be tested successfully.

But in this situation, this crazy idea somehow appeared in his mind. Even if it can only erupt once, as long as it is built large enough, the power can move this temporary island away.

So, after the renovation was completed and the new Frankie, he found Crockdahl, who closed his eyes and recuperated, and proposed this crazy and ** plan.

Undoubtedly, this plan is crazy. It was even far beyond the level of madness that could be described, and even Crockdahl was startled when he heard about it. But then, he was fascinated by the possibility of the plan's success, and the thrill of the opportunity that accompanies danger......

Time returned to its rightful dimension, and after a brief reminiscence, Crockdahl laughed wantonly and insolently, as if he had been infected by Frankie.

Whether it is a contest with the momentum of the navy or a preemptive attack, everything is in the service of this step. In order to convince the people of the navy that he is ready to fight a tough battle, and in order to expose the weakest warships on the side of the navy, the best case scenario is to be able to break away from the whole.

The quality of the Navy was beyond reproach, and the plan, although it was not perfect, was mostly successful.

The picture seems to freeze at this moment, with the high-spirited Crockdahl and the others in the air, and the navy with a dull face on the sea. It's like the position of the two people, one is high up and the other can only look up.

On the sea, the naval fleet divided into three echelons by Krokdal's attack, and the naval soldiers who were waiting for a fierce battle on the battleships at this time all looked at the sky as if they had been immobilized. And where their eyes were, there was a temporary island that had risen into the air and seemed to be about to fly over everything.

Their eyes were full of disbelief and incredulity, and their faces were full of complex expressions of amazement and horror. In this instant, almost everyone had mastered the face-changing skill without a teacher.

Although the island is flying into the sky, there is still a big gap between it and the real flight. At best, it's like a turtle with wings in Mario Bros. Even if it rises in the air, it is only to the extent of a low-altitude skimming. Any cannonball, or a big jump, can be stepped on.

But such a height is enough.

The people on the navy side, not to mention, had already exhausted all the ammunition stored on the warship during the previous round of shelling. Even if they still have a few rounds of preparation, in the face of such an unexpected situation, these people's minds will not be able to turn for a while. By the time they realized that what had happened was not a hallucination, the island had already crossed the most dangerous zone and was heading towards the four warships in the back row of the naval fleet.

When it comes to team fights, cutting the back row is always the most important thing. And at this moment, the weakest defense on the side of the navy is the last four warships that have lost their vice admirals.

The goal of the Crockdahl is always to capture a battleship, not to fight the navy head-to-head.

And for the four battleships in the back row, it can only be left to fate to decide who will be that unlucky soft persimmon. Under the sudden attack, with the combat power of Crockdahl, it is easy to grab a ship.

The temporary island crossed the sky above the battleship where the three vice admirals were sitting, and the wanton laughter of Crockdahl suddenly reached the ears of the three of them, and they also woke up from their state of distraction. Immediately afterwards, a feeling of resentment and humiliation grew from the bottom of my heart.

Thinking with all his heart, the enemy who can trample at will actually made a sharp jump in front of them, which is undoubtedly the most slap in the face. What's more, in addition to their dignity and face, it is really likely that they will succeed.

His face changed suddenly, and Qing En, who had always been lazy, also became a little hideous at this time, and shouted: "Turn the rudder!" Fast! ”

There was no need for an order, and the experienced helmsman was already in control of the battleship ready to turn. However, on the sea, it is easy for a ship to turn around, but it is difficult to make a U-turn. At least you need to draw a circle to go back, and at this time, God knows how long a battleship without high-end combat power can last under the attack of Crockdahl!

"Shave! Moon Step! ”

With a loud "bang", accompanied by the shattering of the deck and the flying of sawdust, Lieutenant General Kyung Eun had already launched the six postures and rushed towards the back row of the battle array. At the same time, the other two lieutenant generals were not slow to follow him, stepping on the moon and rushing in the air.

But, is it too late?

Even because of the huge size of the temporary island, it is impossible to fly too high or fly for too long. But at such a critical moment, unless the speed reaches the speed of light, it is difficult for those who start behind to successfully chase up.

Like now, the temporary island has already crossed the second echelon of battleships, and in a few seconds it will fall behind the entire fleet. And the three of Qingen have just started.

In particular, Crockdahl, who was aware of the movement of the three people, would not allow such a thing to happen!

The yellow sand gathered again, and the sand blades danced wildly as before. The flying sand blades instantly bloomed like a cosmos blooming in the air, drowning the three lieutenant generals in it.

Vice Admiral, although he is not Athena's Saint Seiya, but he has seen a trick once, and he can't hurt them. However, in this moment of lightning, as long as you can successfully delay their steps, you have already succeeded.

Even if it was only a second, it would have been a victory for Crockdahl.

"Splitting the Sky - Slashing Dance!" A voice full of anger rang out, and countless slashes burst out at the same time, splitting the yellow sand almost instantly.

The yellow sand was annihilated, wrapped in a slash, and the lieutenant general who collected the sword and returned the sheath seemed to be as powerful as a martial god. A domineering aura that almost condensed into substance surrounded her body, and there seemed to be a metallic film on top of her full armor.

However, no matter how fierce her attack was and how strong her domineering power was, the temporary island was a few points away from them at this time.

By the side of the lieutenant general, Piero, who seemed to be under her protection, was still hunched on his back and on crutches. At this time, there are constant bursts of annoying laughter.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee...... Sure enough, it is worthy of being a sand crocodile, and the scheming calculation makes the old man ashamed, but what kind of waves can you turn out in the face of absolute power? This is the sea, not the desert...... Sand crocodile? Hee-hee-hee-hee, flamboyant ......"

With Crockdahl's block, it was impossible for the three lieutenant generals to catch up with the speed of the island.

At this time, on the temporary island, a huge wooden barrel disintegrated into a sky of sawdust after completing its mission. As the bearer of the pressure of the barrel, this temporary island was also a little overwhelmed, with countless rifts. Or rather, the already devastated port is finally on the verge of collapse like its parent island, the island of Justice.

That's why the idea of the wind cannon as an engine is just an idea here in Frankie. After all, even rocks can't fully withstand that kind of impact.

In a series of earth and stone sounds, the cracks spread like spider webs on the temporary island. There is already a lot of debris that has been detached, but because of gravity and muzzle velocity, it "floats" around the temporary island, like an orbiting satellite.

Closer, closer!

With the naked eye alone, you can already see the changes in the faces of the sailors on the last few battleships from dementia to horror. At the same time, this also made the people on the side of the Seven Waters Capital more and more ambitious.

"Erosion reincarnation!"

Once again, the power that eroded everything appeared, spreading outward around Crockdahl like a ring field. However, unlike last time, the power of decay, under the control of Crockdahl, only had an impact on the ground beneath him, and the temporary island that had collapsed completely became history, replaced by the yellow sand that turned into Crockdahl's power.

The yellow sand flew up, and it looked like a wriggling yellow cloud in the air. And in the yellow clouds, those sands are like intimate caresses between **, and they have not caused any harm to the people in them.

"Hahahaha! How can a war be called a war without air strikes! So, come down! My Burning Legion! The inexplicable excitement made Crockdahl seem to fall into a state of madness, and in the chaotic roar, huge balls of sand fell like meteorites burning with yellow flames.

"Bang! Bang! Bang......"

The sand ball fell and landed on top of the Navy battleship at the rear. The force of the fall directly tossed the navy on the deck to the ground, and then the crumbling sand and gravel caused a series of screams.

Amid the screams, the boatmen wrapped in the sand balls jumped out one after another, brandishing their weapons and roaring to charge the navy.