Chapter 49: The Test

The artillery fire slanted like rain grains, Field sighed and originally thought that the enemy on the opposite side would be able to surrender to them and others, but it was probably impossible to look at it this way, after all, why should a strong fleet of forty warships be afraid of five dilapidated battleships that had just experienced the tsunami, Field listened to the sound of the enemy's artillery fire and instantly felt that it was so rhythmic, and it simply became the music of the last funeral for his country, as a soldier at sea, To be able to die in the ocean is a well-deserved death. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Sir, do you think that if I write my last words on paper and stuff them into an empty vodka bottle, and put them on and throw them into the sea, will it be possible for me to float to the shores of the empire and be salvaged, and know that a brave soldier at sea once died in the open sea?" A soldier looked at Field with a miserable expression on his face.

"Although your thoughts are sincere, why do you still have a white flag in your hand? You're going to surrender directly, and if the other party doesn't accept to kill you, you're throwing your last words into the bottle, and I guess you'll write how you fought to kill the enemy. Viscount Field looked at the naval subordinate in front of him with disdain, and the other party was holding a small wooden stick in his hand that looked like a noodle pin in the kitchen, with a chef's white cloth hanging on it, and an empty wine bottle in his other hand, which should be his last words.

"Hah...... Such a little caution can't hide it from you, an adult. ”

"Remember that you must choose one thing to do in the future, you can't have both, since you are going to surrender, what are you going to do with your will, and why are you going to surrender when you write a will? There's no need to do anything so poetic, you're not a poet, you're a warrior at sea, why don't I help you choose one......"

"How to choose?"

Field took out his matching gun, shot the guy in front of him directly, and then picked up the drifting bottle from his hand and threw it directly into the sea and said with a smile: "How simple is this, or I will be martyred today, will I die under the enemy's gun or die under my own gun?" He raised his pistol and gestured at his head, as if he was choosing the most suitable position, and the group of navy men behind him were still shouting, 'Wife, roast sausage, I want to be a general, I want to be a painter, I don't want to die, let me become a shark.'" Such nonsense words, Field sighed, sure enough, thousands of miles away, even the words of God could not save themselves, saying that his lovely subordinates did not think about how to fight, how to survive at this critical moment of life and death, but said such whimsical words, they really deserved to die here today.

"Humph! It's better for me to die under the guns of the enemy! Viscount Field said coolly, quite a feeling that a general was about to die, if he was holding a cigarette in his hand, he was a proper admiral of the sea.

Finally, after a period of time from mid-air, the projectile fell into the sea near these Harvics warships, and Field sighed that it was no wonder that many empires in the north of Europe had been unable to defeat the Empire's North Sea Fleet many times before, and this poor artillery aiming technology alone was also rotten.

A projectile happened to fall on the deck behind Field, and all those whimsical navies just now were blown up, and Field sighed, "Sure enough, it doesn't have to die on the muzzle of the enemy's gun, and it's almost the same as being killed by their rotten artillery." ”

Field opened his arms and savored the feeling of sacrifice, if he was now a poet, he would definitely be able to express this kind of feeling, which would contain the feeling of a viscount of the center of the country, a major general of the sea, and the last feeling of a soldier before death, and the sound of artillery fire in his ears was so rhythmic, not like the sound of death rubbing his sickle, but like the sound of heaven welcoming the triumph of the hero......

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…… Ten minutes later......

"! Rotten technology, even if the North Sea Fleet is wiped out, I have nothing to worry about, it's no different from the Empire's army units, a group of scum meets another group of scum, even if you can't beat it, you can hold it, and dying on your own muzzle is the best destination for a hero. Field pulled out and grabbed it and aimed it at his temple.

"Ahem! Forget it, if you could have made up your mind, you would have shot a long time ago, why stand on the bow of the ship and sigh alone for so long. The immature voice stopped in Field's ears and suddenly felt very familiar and kind, Field looked at the sudden appearance of Danmir excitedly, and suddenly burst into tears, rushing over to give Danmir a warm hug, to be honest, the surrounding shells are still falling, the smell of flames and gunsmoke fills the surrounding environment, just like the flame on the canvas is burning, the environment of war is sometimes cruel, but it is also the rarest and rarest beauty in the world.

If a big man hugs him, and in this environment, the picture is beautiful.

"I appeared in your eyes and actually showed through your consciousness, you can't touch me, my deity is in Godzlag, just after dealing with a group of British troops from the Empire, I heard your prayer, just chant my name in your heart, give your faith, you are a believer in my Danmir."

"I see, I was still very sad just now......" Field nodded.

Dan Mill suddenly felt that the field in front of him was not as serious and cold as he met him for the first time, and sure enough, with the adverse effects of the environment, people will slowly show their true nature, in fact, Viscount Field is just the first more strange and good at disguise tease!

"Can you save me?"

"It's hard to get you out, you also see that the enemy on the opposite side has sunk all the warships around you, and I really don't know if it's your luck or their skills are too bad, only your battleship has a cannonball that killed the soldiers behind you, but you are still alive."

"That must be my luck."

Danmir sighed and said: "Anyway, it is impossible for me to take you out from such a distance, for the time being, my divine power is thin and cannot support me to do this, I can only give you the power of the Holy Light to see you save yourself." ”

"Ha, are you just ignoring me?"

"It's good enough to be my believer, how can I ignore you, I'm just testing you."