"How could the other party have so many magic weapons? It also makes use of the magic tremor principle! "Pressing the long sword on his waist, the demon general, who already had a very bad complexion, stood on the bow of the ship, and his voice changed a little.

He was very calm before, but now he is a little nervous: just now, the huge floating castle fell to the sea, and finally relied on buoyancy to barely stabilize the fall.

However, everyone knows very well that soon, as the sea water seeps into the soil below the castle, the inscriptions of the floating magic array will continue to be damaged, and the entire castle will definitely sink in this sea area.

Because of its size, it seems too late to move the castle toward the shoreline, and it is estimated that it will run aground on the beach on the south side of Ferry City.

But the matter is far from over: now, as the commander of the demon side, the demon general has begun to think about defeat - he had never thought about it before, but now he had to calculate what would happen after defeat.

If you let this castle run aground on the coastline, you can't take it with you when you retreat. Once this is left to humans, then these humans, who seem to be more technologically advanced than the demon world, may come up with something even more tricky!

Therefore, in the mind of the demon commander, he did not intend to let this castle run aground on the shore, he felt that it was better to sink directly into the sea than to run aground on the shore and report it for scrapping.

"Go on the offensive! Keep the battleship close to the port! Attack the city with magic cannons! We don't want to take prisoners in this battle! Looking at the several large phalanxes on his front line, drowning in a field of artillery fire with blue light, the demon general ordered loudly.

At his command, the massive battleship raised a blood-red battle flag, and in the center of the flag was a dancing flame-like symbol. This is the symbol of the origin of magic, and in the heart of the demon, it represents endless power.

"Kill all the enemies! Leave no prisoners! On the shoreline, a demonic officer who saw the flag drew his long sword at his waist and shouted loudly to his soldiers, "Forward! Turn everything here into our food! ”

"Long live the Origin of Magic!" The demonic behemoths beating the drums of the giant let out a high-pitched shout. Then, in the next second, their shouts were suppressed by the bombardment of Iran Hill.

In a place where these demons could not see, in a launch position that had been leveled in advance, an officer solemnly shouted a similar slogan: "All missiles launched!" Long live Iran Hill! ”

"Missile launch! Long live Iran Hill! In front of him, the shooter, who turned on the launch switch, pressed the missile launch button in front of him.

One missile soared into the sky, followed by the second and third. Countless missiles scratched white trails in the sky, and then flew rapidly towards the beach position more than 100 kilometers away.

The huge missile launch position, which was composed of 30 Scud missile launchers, seemed to come to life at this moment, and the entire position was filled with dust blown up by the tail flames of the missiles.

Rocket engines roared in the sky, drifting away with huge missiles. These missiles carry powerful magic bombs that can easily destroy the magical defense barrier of the demon army.

……

In the distant and calm southern harbor of Iran Hill, the largest, most functional, and best port city in the Empire, Osa, a black round warship is approaching a dedicated dock under the operation of sea trial personnel.

The cheerful music of the military band then sounded, and the gangway began to be erected on the hull of the battleship. Seagulls hovered around the battleship, dancing to the music of the legion.

"Fortunately, when the Magic Eye erupted, this battleship was not in service, otherwise it would have been lost." Watching the huge battleship with a swarthy body enter the water, a naval general said maneuveringly.

Looking at the battleship in front of him, he looked like he was looking at his own son. This submarine embodies the strongest technical design of Ellan Hill, which has allowed the Navy to progress for almost 70 years at once!

Another general also applauded and proudly said, "It may not be lost!" You know, this is an epoch-making powerful weapon of our navy! ”

"Yes, who would have thought that before it, the most powerful warship of our navy was still burning coal, and after it, our navy no longer needs power supplies." The third admiral raised his chin and exclaimed.

The submarine, named the USS Ossa, was the first Los Angeles-class nuclear submarine built by Ellan Hill! Because of the relationship between technical reserves, Chris and his technicians directly skipped the previous generations of nuclear submarines with less stable performance, and directly manufactured and produced the more mature Los Angeles-class nuclear submarines.

At the time of its manufacture, the submarine was still in the stage of technical verification, and for many reasons that the technology could not be mass-produced, only one Osa-class nuclear submarine was built, which was completely experimental in nature.

However, this submarine is now the only submarine in the Iran Hill Navy that can be put into combat, and it is now the hope of the entire village......

Now, the submarine that represents hope is docked at the dockside, with a sharp enclosure with a striking white number 601 and a golden eagle emblem of the vast Iranhill Empire.

"To rush to recall it, and then put it into service, is also what General Bakalov meant. He hoped that the navy would be able to send some of its forces north, but Admiral Lawnes's fleet was too slow. The leader of the general said with emotion.

"Yes, they have to go all the way back to Ossa from the far south, and only after Osa has replenished their ammunition and fuel can they continue north...... According to the Navy's battle plan, once they arrive at the coastal area of Arante, they cannot continue north......" A general nodded in agreement as he watched the Navy's trial technicians descend the gangway.

The current headquarters of the Navy has been transferred to Ossa, because of the attack on the south, and because the ferry has become a battlefield.

The crossing could not be restored in a short time, and it was impossible to continue the manufacture and production of warships, so Ossa became the most important military base for the navy - there was no one.

Now Iowa-class battleships are being built here, cruisers and aircraft carriers are being built, all of which are the main warships of the Navy's future equipment, and each one is very important.

In this case, some of the admirals of the navy even wanted to leave Lawrnes' fleet in Osa for defense, rather than going north to help Ferry City, which had become a battlefield.

"Yes, it's not just the ferry, the coastline we're going to defend is too long......" said one of the admirals standing beside them with his hands behind his back and shaking his head.

In the previous attack, the invincibility of the dreadnoughts was not so obvious when it was not so obvious, but now it has become a defensive battle, and the problem of the serious shortage of naval warships has suddenly become prominent.

Because of the floating castle, the demon seems to have an advantage in air supremacy, which puts Iran Hill's naval fleet at a disadvantage.

Looking at the powerful nuclear submarine in front of him, an officer lowered his voice and said to his companions: "If we had known this, we should have launched more warships in the first place!" ”

"Of course we knew it was like this, but we didn't know it before! Now if we want to rebuild the navy, it will take at least more than 1 month......" his companion said with a sneer, glancing at each other.

Anyone can do this kind of hindsight, but it doesn't help to do it or not - it seems more useful to build warships with this time to complain.

The music of the military band had stopped, and the skilled workers and naval officers and sailors inside the submarine had already stepped off the submarine and stood in two neat rows on the dock.

They saluted the admiral who came to greet them, and the admiral also returned a solemn military salute to the officers and men of the navy who had worked hard for more than 10 days.

"Will the demons land in the Southlands?" In the crowd, the officer, who had just spoken about hindsight, cautiously continued to ask his colleagues beside him.

The friend next to him shook his head and replied: "It's not good, if it weren't for such a sensitive position as the ferry, I think the General Staff and the headquarters would suggest the use of high-powered nuclear bombs, right?" ”

"Pray, the demons won't land in the Arrant, or in the Dothan region!" The officer swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with an ugly face.

His home is in the Arrant region, and if large-yield nuclear weapons are used there, God knows if it will affect his hometown and his relatives.

Just when he was depressed, the general who was headed over there had already begun to lecture the officers and men of the Osa nuclear submarine, and he solemnly opened his mouth and ordered in a firm voice: "The devil has hit the ferry!" You are the only hope for the Navy now! ”

"Gentlemen! Rest for 2 hours, and you're going to sail this familiar submarine north! Remember! You are the only combat ship of our army in the northern seas! Only you can prove that the navy of Ellan Hill still exists! ”

"Long live Iran Hill!" All the officers and men stood in salute and answered the general's order with their chin held high.

"Thank you for your efforts! Iran Hill will always remember you and the heroes for whom you fought! The general, with his chin held high, greeted the military salute of countless officers and soldiers with white gloves, and continued: "For the motherland! For the family! For yourselves! Fight to the end! ”

"Long live Iran Hill!" Without lowering their arms, everyone continued to answer.

"Long live His Majesty Emperor Chris!" The general raised his arm and returned a solemn military salute.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Everyone shouted along, and on the dock, wave after wave of shouts startled a seabird, and the round Los Angeles-class nuclear submarine stopped steadily on the dockside.