The Black Sea, an inland sea in Eurasia with an area of about 42,4 square kilometers, leads to the Mediterranean Sea through a small strait. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoDue to its geographical location, across the Eurasian continent, whoever controls the Black Sea holds the passage to Eurasia.

At noon, an artillery fleet consisting of 5 first-class sail battleships and 10 sail cruisers cruised in the calm waters of the Black Sea, and the star-moon flag hoisted on the masts of the warships showed the identity of this fleet, which belonged to the Ottoman Persian Mediterranean Fleet, which was the third largest in Europe.

With the sea breeze blowing and the soft golden sun shining, the crew members of the warship were busy with their own work, and it was quite natural for them that today was their daily patrol duty. Only some senior officers were a little nervous, they felt that today's patrol was not simple, usually at most a few warships carried out daily patrols on the Black Sea, but this seemingly ordinary cruise actually dispatched so many main warships, and it was possible to conduct a large-scale naval battle.

Vice Admiral Omar, a 40-year-old of the Ottoman Persian Empire, is staring at the calm sea. Having received an order to lead such a powerful detachment to patrol the Black Sea, he understood that there must be a problem. After going to sea, he really received an order from the command.

Intelligence indicates that the Black Sea Fleet of the Slavic Empire has recently been operating abnormally. Therefore, the naval command asked him to lead a detachment to cruise to the sea, on the one hand, to deter the Slavic Empire from acting rashly, and in case the Slavs launched a surprise attack, this powerful fleet also had the strength to fight with the Slavic Black Sea Fleet.

"Allah willing, if I meet the fleet of Slavs, I will definitely give them some color." Omar was full of confidence, and he was convinced that his mighty fleet would definitely be able to crush its opponents when it met the Slavs' fleet, or at least they could get out of the way.

"Your Excellency, General, look, there is a situation with the flag ahead" Staff Major Sahaf ran over to report the latest situation.

Omar quickly came to his senses and took the binoculars from the guards next to him to take a closer look. I only saw the sail cruiser led by the fleet, and the signal corps was waving flags on the mast. Indicates the presence of an unidentified fleet ahead.

After adjusting the clarity of the telescope and continuing to look forward, he only saw the figures of more than a dozen warships looming on the horizon in the distance.

"It is the fleet of the Slavs, sounding the battle alarm, changing the forward formation, seizing the direction of the wind, and longitudinally shelling the formation to meet the enemy." The experienced Omar immediately recognized the warship of the Slavs by the outline of the ship and issued a series of orders.

Sirens were remembered, and the flags waved by the signal corpsmen on the mast informed all the orders of the commanders of the ships.

The well-trained seamen ran back to their combat positions at the moment the alarm sounded, and a dozen or so huge warships quickly turned for a while, seized the wind, and sideways aimed at the warships approaching in the distance. All the firing ports were opened, and one by one the guns were exposed, and the aura of slaughter quickly permeated the entire battlefield.

With the sea breeze blowing, the two fleets quickly approached. Omar recognized the strength of his opponent through the binoculars, and it was evident from the shelling deck of the opposing battleship that 5 1st class sail battleships, 3 2nd class sail battleships, and 5 sail cruisers were coming on.

Omar couldn't help but gasp, judging from the number and tonnage of warships, the strength of the opponent's fleet was above his own.

"Inform all warships that they have not yet entered a state of war and must not fire the first shot." Omar quickly calmed down and gave the order.

Rapidly approaching, both fleets came within range of the warships of both sides. The soldiers had already seen the color of the opponent's military situation with the naked eye, and saw the muzzles of the guns exposed on the side of the warship. Everyone was nervous and breathless, especially the gunners kept their ignition equipment away from the fuse, for fear that if they accidentally opened the cannon, it would cause a big battle.

"General Omar, what to do, it's getting closer," Sahaf asked nervously, his voice a little distorted.

Omar is very calm, as the supreme commander of the army, the experience of life and death for many years allows him to face everything calmly, and said lightly: "You must not fire the first ---."

"Bang bang bang" Omar's words were interrupted by a violent roar. A few hundred meters away, the Slavic fleet began an intensive artillery bombardment, and countless brilliant cannon flames erupted from the gun ports of the side decks, and the blue sea was illuminated with colorful shadows.

Countless solid shells rolled like a dense meteor shower, tumbling with a piercing screech, and smashed directly into the battleship in the distance. The sail battleships of this era were divided into 1st and 2nd classes according to tonnage, number of guns. The first sail battleship had 100 guns, the second class sail battleship had 70 guns, and the sail cruiser was generally equipped with 30-40 guns.

After lining up, the Slavic fleet fired several hundred shells from the sides from the sides of 5 1st class sail battleships, 3 2nd class sail battleships, 5 sail cruisers.

The number made up for the lack of accuracy of the artillery of this era, and after a few seconds of gliding, countless solid shells fell to the surface of the sea, splashing waves more than ten meters high, and more smashed into the shell of the Ottoman sail battleship. Solid shells hit hard parts or bounce off, or sink into the wood. Crashed into the fragile part of the warship and rolled in the cabin, only to be blocked when it hit a hard object, and when it encountered a soldier, it set off a bloody rain, flying wood chips, minced meat, and stumps spread in the cabin.

Screams, groans, and shouts spread throughout the Ottoman Persian warship in a split second after the shelling, spraying blood that stained the cabin red.

Another unlucky ship's shell hit the mast, and the white sail fell heavily after being left unsupported, crushing quite a few soldiers.

"Fire, fire! Fire! The moment the shelling sounded, Omar lay on the deck with great experience, and when it was over, he got up and saw that his fleet had suffered heavy losses after being attacked by a sneak attack, his eyes were red with anxiety, and he gave the order to counterattack hoarsely.

In fact, without his orders, the well-trained crews had already begun to fight back, and they did not have time to grieve for their dead comrades, so they lit their artillery and began to fight back.

Brilliant cannon flames illuminated the sea on the other side, and the Persian counterattack was swift and concise. Hundreds of solid shells rained down on the Slavic fleet. The beautiful side of the warship was quickly smashed into a thousand holes, and the metal cannonballs weighing more than a dozen pounds still had a strong centrifugal force after hitting the wooden planks, hitting the people and basically blurring the flesh and blood, and smashing the limbs and bones were completely smashed.

Screams were also heard in the Slavs' ship, and countless soldiers who had just been cheering for victory had lost their lives.

Although the Slavs opened fire first, the Ottoman Persian Mediterranean Fleet showed great combat capabilities, and their counterattacks were swift and powerful.

The sea erupted for a while, and dozens of warships on both sides kept firing their guns, and the light of the explosion reflected the red sea water. At the same time of the shelling, the warships of the two sides temporarily changed the angle of the hull to occupy a powerful artillery attack and competed for a powerful wind direction.

The warships of both sides began to slowly approach and became entangled.

"General, it's not good for you to look at it." At the climax of the melee, Sahaf suddenly pointed to the sea in the distance and screamed, telling Omar, who was directing the battle, to check it quickly.

When Omar looked back, he saw that there seemed to be countless warships cruising in the distance. He picked up the binoculars and looked at it, and immediately gasped and exclaimed, "Allah! I need your blessing".

In the telescope, only a battleship composed of dozens of warships was rapidly approaching in the distance, and the silhouette of the ship was undoubtedly the Black Sea Fleet of the Slavs.

"Give orders to all the ships at once, and retreat as soon as they leave the battle" Umar's face turned pale, and he understood that as soon as the warships in the distance joined the battle, his fleet would be completely annihilated.

Sahaf looked at the scorching battle situation in front of him and said, "General, there is no way to withdraw now."

At this moment, the two pairs of warships have begun to entangle, and the closest distance is only 200 meters, and it is impossible to retreat.

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After several days of struggle, the last sail battleship was finally completed on the morning of the second day of the time specified by the military, although it exceeded the requirements of the military, but it did not affect the departure of the army.

"The test is over, brothers, we are done" In the captain's room, Nam Ren put down the phone and announced the end of the test.

"Wow!" Dozens of onlookers shouted excitedly and clapped their hands in celebration. Everyone has worked very hard these days, everyone is working overtime and basically sleeping for a few hours, especially last night, everyone almost didn't sleep all night, and the assault was completed and the task was finally completed.

Nanren also sighed, the military asked for it to be completed within five days, and he did it on the morning of the sixth day, although it was overtime, it could be regarded as a successful completion of the task, and he could communicate with the military.

Everyone was happy, and Xu Weiwei, a military technician, ran into the cabin with a newspaper in his hand, looking very nervous.

"Second Lieutenant Xu, you came just in time, we just finished the test, and I was about to report with you" Nanren said with a smile: "Why are you nervous, we are a little late, and it will not affect the expedition, and I blame you."

Xu Weiwei took a breath, shook his head and said: "You don't know yet, this is a newspaper just published in the morning, the day before yesterday in the Black Sea, a detachment of the Ottoman Persian Mediterranean Fleet and the Black Sea Fleet of the Slavs met, the Ottoman Persian fleet was completely annihilated, and Vice Admiral Omar was killed."