PS: The second update

Albert stared at the nano-swarm on the screen, he was satisfied with the erosion efficiency of this group of little guys, they were like endless hungry monsters, once activated, it was an absolute nightmare for all armored forces. According to the previous introduction of Tianyan, the third human civilization has vigorously developed this conventional weapon, which is intended to be used in outer space to deal with things similar to star destroyers. They can disintegrate any rocket or satellite in space, and they can also discourage the torrent of steel that has leveled Europe.

With just one shot, the huge armored army that the Soviet Union spent tens of billions of dollars to maintain could instantly turn into scrap metal.

However, nano-insect swarms also have their own disadvantages, that is, they cannot spread themselves in space, or even on land, and a cannonball loaded with seven million nano-insect swarms can only cause damage to one ship, as long as they are more than ten meters apart. In the sea, however, it can be transmitted over long distances through the medium of seawater.

Moreover, nano swarms are expensive, and according to the exchange rate, a shot can be measured in billions of dollars. So the Third Civilization only made a hundred rounds in the first place.

To deal with the Royal Fleet, Albert used a total of six of these superweapons. And in the Holy Grail space, such a nano swarm is only twelve rounds, and Albert uses half of the super weapon in one go, and he is not too distressed.

The nano swarm is effective against steel metal, so other non-metallic items continue to fall into the water as the ship's hull disintegrates, and some sailors who don't have time to put on life jackets also fall directly into the water, mixing with the black oil floating on the water, and they can't see the expressions on their faces clearly.

"Those monsters only work on metal." The commander of the Unicorn also discovered this unusual place, but he could not do anything about it, these things were like air, he could only see them with the naked eye, but he could do nothing about them.

At this time, the Unicorn was already half sunk, and the nano-insect swarm was eroded from the bottom up under Albert's control. Therefore, this light aircraft carrier did not roll over, but slowly fell into the water in front of the commander. Together with the carrier-based aircraft above, it has become the food for the stomach of the nanoworms.

Albert did this to let the Royal Fleet know that their steel behemoth was as weak as an ant in the face of his nanoweapons. The originally faint and inconspicuous nanoworm is as huge as a giant elephant.

With the last part of the aircraft carrier in the water, the light aircraft carrier that once carried the glory of Great Britain and the wounds of war became history completely. All that remains of the gloomy waters is a pungent oil stain floating in the darkness, glittering in the moonlight. The naval personnel who followed the commander in the dinghy were silent, took off their hats in silence.

More people were still holding on to lifebuoys and soaking in the icy water, and at this time, they had long lost their original spirit with a depressed face. Now an even worse situation was in front of the commander, hundreds of British naval personnel were floating in Belgian waters, and the news was spread about how the Royal Navy of Great Britain would behave in the future.

The commander sighed, as if he had aged by more than a decade overnight. He wanted to raise the gun to apologize for his crimes, but the moment his hand touched the gun on his waist, he hesitated, because he thought that those who were still struggling in the water needed to be protected, even if they were treated as prisoners of war, so he couldn't bear it.

"If they're going to find a scapegoat. Just look for me. The commander's hand slipped from the holster at his waist, and everyone present did not notice his small movement.

Of course, Albert saw the commander's every move from the surveillance, and a cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth, wanting to die? Death won't solve any problems. Besides, he didn't want this arrogant commander to die like this. At the very least, let him go back to the island country to accept everyone's accusations.

At this point, the invading enemy was basically wiped out. Albert pressed the green stop button, and the nano-insect swarm, which had spread to the entire sea area with the seawater, instantly activated the self-destruct program, turning into an unconscious scrap of copper. The sea that had glowed with a pale blue light also dimmed, and these nightmares that the British would never forget were forever floating in the cold waters.

The British soldiers had been soaking in the icy waters for an hour and a half, and their lips were purple from the cold. The only thought that can sustain them now is the steaming coffee that they fantasize about in their heads. It's better to freeze to death here.

"Sir, all the Belgian navies are not going to stop in port without sorting." A naval officer asked with a pale face, since these inexplicable things may be the work of the Belgians, then the Belgian navy should have sent warships to arrest them now.

"It's coming." The commander sat down in the middle of the dinghy, took out the gin in his arms, took a sip of it, and handed it to the officers and the soldiers who had rescued him, and gave them the cold.

Time passed minute by minute, and it was not until two and a half hours later that they saw the warships of the Belgian Navy approaching them, and the British soldier, who felt that he was about to be saved, quickly stood up from above and waved at the Belgian fleet, despite the risk that the dinghy could be capsized, forgetting that he was the enemy preparing to invade Belgium.

War? To hell, who wants to die with these filthy greases, I just want to live now. The British soldiers, who had been beaten in embarrassment before the start of the war, just wanted to spit in the face of the Secretary of State Alexander, which was still very thick.

Admiral Vermaelen stood proudly on the destroyer, looking at the British Navy with their heads held high at him and the Belgian flag above him. Especially when he learned that all this was just a trick by the crown prince to deal with the British, the old man in his fifties changed his tone, jumped up from his chair and prepared to give the reservoir dogs a little color, if it were not for Albert's repeated statements that he would not abuse the prisoners, Vermaelen would really want to teach these people a few shots with the 40mm guns above the Keeling class.

Since it was no longer possible to beat the British, Vermaelen came up with another trick, and he deliberately delayed his rescue for an hour, so that these pampered British navy could taste the cold taste of the Atlantic water.

"Put down the rescue boat, rescue the soldiers who are floating in the sea, and arrange them on the deck." Vermaelen deliberately pinched his nose and raised his decibels disdainfully, "Look at these filthy wretched creatures, and hope that our ship will not defile the shoes of these noble Englishmen." ”

No one cared about Vermaelen's provocation, after all, the dignity of the Royal Navy could not be eaten when their lives were at stake.

The lifeboats were put down, and this time the Belgian Navy dispatched three Keeling-class destroyers, as well as some small minesweepers and frigates, basically half of the Belgian Navy's strength. Ironically, half of the Belgian navy was less than a fleet of the Royal Navy, and in order to prevent the surrendered soldiers from mutiny, each British navy had their hands tied, and Vermaelen also instructed his subordinates to greet them with assault rifles in their hands whenever they had the slightest ill intentions.

The last to go ashore was the commander of the Unicorn, and Vermaelen deliberately placed him on the last waiting ship, until the soldiers in the water were almost saved, and then he waved his hand for his subordinates to rescue the noble general on board.

Although the commander was a prisoner of war, he did not have the slightest appearance of despondency when the invader was caught, he walked up to Vermaelen and said confidently, "I hope that your navy will follow the treatment of prisoners of war in the Geneva Conventions......

Before he could finish speaking, the grumpy Vermaelen directly slapped the commander who was more than ten years younger than himself in the face, and the commander was stunned. The crisp sound also attracted everyone's attention. Those surrendered soldiers dared to be angry when they saw their commander being beaten, and who told others to aim dozens of guns at them.

Vermaelen snorted, his beard swaying with the shape of his mouth, and said sarcastically, "People like you are still worthy of talking about the Geneva Conventions?" Next time, I will trouble you British to call a few weighty opponents over, you are really embarrassed by the British face at this level. If I were your superior, I would have shot you. (To be continued......)