On the sea level, a cloud of black smoke spreads with the wind, and there is quite a momentum that covers the sky and the sun.

Off the coast of Osa, the fisherman on the fishing boat was attracted by the black smoke in the distance, and he didn't know what was going on, but simply remembered the "Marine Fishing Safety Warning" issued yesterday.

The warning says that the demon's fleet is now rampant on the sea, and it is hoped that all fishermen must be careful when going out to fish and do not leave the offshore sea easily to avoid danger.

He looked nervously at the southern horizon, and then asked his son to quickly put away the fishing net that had not yet had time to open: "Quick! Put it away! Let's hurry up and get out of here. ”

Their fishing boats were still sailboats, and the new ones were owned by the Iran Hill family and the big companies.

The well-known Iran Hill Fishery is a state-run marine fishing organization, which has a large number of diesel-powered boats, and is the envy of all seaside fishermen.

There are even some chilled boats that can be frozen and kept fresh immediately after catching valuable marine fish, which is more delicious than the marine fish caught by ordinary fishermen.

In addition to state-owned enterprises, Iran Hill also has countless large fishing fleets, all of which are companies established by nobles and royalty, and the fleet of the more famous Corning family has hundreds of fishing boats of various types.

It's just that because of the relationship between time and capacity, fishermen who go out to sea to fish still exist, and in terms of quantity, they are still the main force of the offshore fishing industry in Irlanhill.

Because of tradition and money, these fishermen still sail sailboats to work, relying on traditional craftsmanship, but they also take greater risks.

The white sails swayed gently on the sea, and when the black smoke on the horizon filled the eyes, the old fisherman could see clearly the black golden eagle flag hanging high on the huge metal battleship.

"Whew!" The huge battleship whistled, and the straight bow cut through the waves of the sea, passing by the small fishing boat.

Nearly four stories high, on the side of the huge ship, bearded sailors enthusiastically waved their white sailor hats at the fishing boats of their hometown.

"It's the Conquest! It's the battleship Conquest! The old sailor looked at the cast iron name on the bow side of the huge battleship, and sighed with relief.

When he first saw this behemoth, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak. He never imagined that humans would one day be able to harness such a huge war machine.

But he saw miracles, and saw such warships, one following the other, sailing into the distance, conquering the far southern seas. The pirates that were rampant and the invincible Imperial Navy were all wiped out in front of these steel warships.

The battleship Conquest was followed by the battleship Hero, which was also flying forward with black smoke, followed by the battleship Victory.

About three battleships, and newer cruisers followed, and above these battleships, two patrolling P-51 Mustang fighters were faintly followed.

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Inside the bridge of the battleship, protected by heavy armor, Lawrence stood in his command position with his hands behind his back with an ugly face.

The Navy's Four King Kongs, the legendary four battleships with the most firepower in the largest tonnage, have always been Lawrnes's heart and blood, his baby pimple.

It is a pity that just ten days ago, the battleship Dreadnought, as the flagship of the Imperial Navy, as the flagship of the detachment, and as one of the four King Kongs of the Iran Hill Navy, was sunk in the endless sea, which made Lawrence extremely painful.

When he heard the news of the sinking of the Dreadnought, Lawrence set out north with his fleet.

Finally, in a hurry, they arrived at the port of Osa today, which can be regarded as stabilizing the maritime defense of the entire Irlanhill.

With Lawrnes' fleet guarding Osa, the largest ship building port in Irlanhill at this stage, it will be safer for the time being.

Dozens of warships returned to port, and it was a big deal in the port of Osa. The head of the port, as well as the admirals of the navy, and the naval officers who had rushed to Osa to supervise the construction of the ships, greeted their immediate boss Lawrence at the docks.

The battleship Conquest slowly anchored in the harbor docks, and the sailors were allowed to spend two days in the city of Osa.

It's not that Lawrence connived at his men, it's that they've been on land for more than two months.

In order for these sailors to maintain their high combat effectiveness, proper rest was absolutely necessary, and it was something that Lawrence had to do as a commander.

What's more, even now that he and his men can immediately go to sea to fight, he has no way to let his warship go to sea to fight.

All the way back, he had to replenish fuel such as coal and water, and ask technicians to adjust the boilers to restore the battleship to its best condition.

Of course, he also had to replenish ammunition - he burned and looted all the way south, and the ammunition reserves in the battleship were depleted, leaving only some armor-piercing shells, and there was no way to continue the fight.

"Let your men replenish the ammunition on the battleship as soon as possible, as well as water and food!" After instructing the person in charge who had come to greet him, Lawrence pointed to his battleship and said eagerly.

Cranes were already up and running, lifting the supplies and wealth that the ships had looted from the harbor city to the south and unloading them onto the docks.

The scattered gold and silver jewelry made the people around him feel very good, and at the same time, those cold cannonballs had been stacked neatly, waiting for their fate to be transferred to the battleship.

"New shells?" Lawrence asked curiously when he saw the huge cannonballs piled up on the dock that he had never seen before.

"Yes, it's the latest anti-magic cannonball! Very easy to use. Looking at the colored warning livery, the officer in charge of counting the shells nodded and replied.

At the same time, the Osa nuclear submarine, which had run out of torpedoes, was heading back to Ossa at a high speed of 55 kilometers per hour.

The special torpedo MK48 it used also needed to be replenished in Osa, after all, another naval production base, Ferry, was still busy clearing the silt.

Farther away from the dock where the battleship Conquest docked, in a huge dock, the fifth battleship of Iran Hill, which had been built early, could already be seen in its prototype.

"Demons? You wait for Lao Tzu! Dare to destroy Lao Tzu's ferry city? Lao Tzu makes you regret coming to this world for the rest of your lives! Lawrence clenched his fists and stood on the breezy dock, muttering something in his mouth.