"Sovereign Silent ......"

"Brave John Silent ......"

"The Iris is out of the battle sequence."

"We still have seven ships to move."

The communication channel seemed to be silent for a moment, and Fang Yuan's calm gaze swept over the entire curved, reddened dome by cannon fire.

For the filmmakers, this is just a strange 'little fish' suddenly breaking into their core defense circle from the cloud wall, although there is some surprise, but it is harmless.

They mobilized the left and right flanks, and several sub-fleets guarding the main formation up and down, and more than 30 warships, large and small, surrounded and intercepted the intruding fleet. That scene seemed to be immense, but it didn't actually have much impact on the formation of the Shadowman's main fleet.

And for the people in the field, it was a sight of the end.

From a distance and near up, it seemed that the shadow of the strangely shaped fleet was everywhere for a while. The muzzles of their guns flashed, creating a curtain of fire on the battlefield, and ships were constantly burning around them, dragging long plumes of smoke under the clouds.

"The Golden Thorn is out of the battle sequence, and there are still six ships to move."

Momiji's voice seemed to become hoarse in the smoke and fire, and he struggled to communicate.

The sky is wide, but there seems to be no place for them at the moment.

The surroundings fell silent, and the roar of artillery fire seemed to disappear for a while, leaving only Fang Yuan's calm command: "Order the fleet, continue to turn left." ”

At this moment, he seemed to have fully adapted to the position of fleet commander, and he no longer showed obvious hesitation in giving orders, and he no longer needed to consult other people's opinions.

"Turn left and get farther and farther off target......" Momiji opened his mouth as he stared at the flash on the Wind Elemental Detector, but after thinking about it, he withdrew the words that came to his mouth in his stomach.

At this time, she had no intention of questioning, so what about the others? The roar of cannon fire, the constant tremor of the deck and hull, seemed to overwhelm everyone's ability to think.

But Fang Yu seemed to sense the thoughts of this temporary ship officer, and replied, "Survival at this time is our goal. ”

"If survival was our goal, then we shouldn't have rushed in." Six Shadows' faces were blackened by the smoke, and he grabbed the side of the ship with his hand and muttered to himself.

Fang Yu shook his head, not only to her, but also as if to explain to everyone who was left in the communication channel: "Only here, survival is our goal. ”

"But our strength is too weak, there are only more than a dozen ships in total, and there is not a single capital ship," Six Shadows couldn't help but say, "If only they had given us more ships in the first place, we can't even disrupt the opponent's formation right now." ”

What a naïve idea of dividing the forces equally, only a little girl who has no knowledge of the battlefield can say such a thing, and the captains of the other ships are silent about it. However, they think that the Six Shadows are at least right.

The strength of their detachment is really not worth mentioning in front of the shadow people.

"No," but Kaka shook his head, "...... We've changed the landscape on the battlefield. ”

The Shadow Men were closing the entire fleet formation, as they found that defending their flagship seemed to have attracted too much attention from the detachment that had suddenly emerged from the cloud wall.

The fleets of the Silver Veslan, the Spear of the Silver Forest, and the Jeffreyt Redcoats in front, plus the two fleets of the military, were converging on the vast air sea, forming a clear attack with the Fenris fleet in the other direction.

Shadow was keenly aware that his opponent seemed to think he had seized an opportunity, and that he thought he could seize the momentary chaos of their fleet and extend his chances of victory in a decisive battle.

And completely tear a hole in the battlefield of this empty sea.

Or at least, to deal a heavy blow to their fleet.

But they were cautiously and sensibly aware that their opponents seemed to have made a mistake, that so-called opportunity never existed—that the fleet they mobilized was not important on the battlefield, and that they had more reserves to invest in on the battlefield.

That's the absolute superiority of the force -

But as two hostile sides on the battlefield, filmmakers obviously don't remind their opponents, because on the battlefield, a fatal mistake is often the beginning of a fatal defeat.

Now in front of the commander on the side of the shadow man are two loose choices, one is to avoid the edge of the Drafter, and if the opponent wants to choose a decisive battle, then they will not be given this opportunity.

As for the other, it is a plan to make the other side crash headlong against this iron wall with an absolutely superior force, and the head will be broken and bleeding - no, maybe even ashes.

This is tantamount to the Electors giving up the initiative on the battlefield because of a fatal judgment.

But how many good commanders can resist the temptation to push their opponents into the abyss when they have made a clearly 'wrong' judgment and not bury their all hope with their own hands.

The other side is seeking a final battle.

And for their side, this also seems to be an opportunity to end the battle once and for all, without worrying about the tiresome involvement of the other side, and only one battle can be completely ended.

Victory or failure is already self-evident.

What is written on this battlefield at this moment is all the correct answer for the filmmaker, and the only remaining question seems to be only one - which answer they choose.

And the filmmakers chose the most correct, and the most efficient one.

"The Shadow Man's fleet is lined up ......"

The voices coming from the fleet's communication channels seemed to tremble.

Bai Xue gently put down the communication crystal in her hand, and she was looking up, a pair of calm eyes staring ahead, and her clear gaze passed through the obscure gunpowder smoke and clouds above the empty sea.

Under everyone's gaze, the girl in silver armor held her communication crystal and walked lightly down her command bridge, pushing open the door below, and onto the deck.

The icy raindrops fell on her jade-like forehead, sliding down her delicate face, the wind whirring, and the air was mixed with the smell of gunsmoke and blood.

The camera on the deck seemed to be alarmed by the movement, and they all turned around to bring the goddess-like figure to the center of the frame. There was silence in the live broadcast room, and although many of the footage had been blacked out from the previous battle, only a few of the remaining scenes were faithfully recorded.

Many people know Her Royal Highness the princess of Silver Vislan, but few have heard of the name 'Snow', and until that moment, they seem to realize that there is more than just a blooming rose in Silver Vislan.

But those things that the girl pursued on weekdays seemed to have been forgotten at this moment, and in her gaze at the sky, she only saw the floating fleet of one shadow after another, which was converging.

It was as if there was a heavy barrier directly in front of Silver Vislan, but behind the barrier, there was still a little flash, and she knew that in that place, there was still a fleet that belonged to them.

It's just how much is left?

Snow raised her head and gazed at the overcast sky above, then at the seemingly endless clouds below. She knew that the filmmakers must have laid a net there.

Just as the people in the shadows know that they are looking for a chance to fight or lose, the other party has prepared a perfect defense for them, but why don't they seek benevolence?

She picked up the communication crystal, and the white wings on the left and right sides were the snow-white sailboats of the silver Vislan fleet, and the floating ships were juxtaposed with each other, forming an indomitable arrow from the front.

"Everyone, don't say much," Bai Xue said, "Next is the final battle, our outcome is already doomed, everyone knows it." Perhaps, after the victory, we will meet you again at the celebration banquet in Elpahin—"

She rested her thumb lightly on the pitch-black crystal, and the snow-white finger cuff was soaked in rainwater.

"Good luck to everyone."

The girl spoke softly.

A voice in response came from afar: "Good luck to you, Silver Vislan." ”

And the intertwined communication: "Good luck to your friends of the Jeffrey Redcoats. ”

"Good luck to Fenris's brothers—"

"Good luck to that dragon alchemist too, haha!"

Behind the magic was the determination of everyone, and Snow seemed to have made up her mind, pressing her thumb down - a dark red light flashed over the communication crystal, and then everything fell silent.

The surroundings became quiet, and only the howling of the wind and the roar of artillery fire seemed to remain.

But in a battle, correctness and efficiency sometimes don't mean everything.

There were three ships left, teetering amidst the gunfire.

Fang Yuan's sailboat was also hit by another cannonball, which hit the bow and made a huge hole there.

The flames poured into the wind, and the lower deck was quickly plunged into a sea of fire, but the remaining manpower on the ship was no longer able to stop the spread of the fire, not to mention that there were not many materials left for them.

But as if he had not noticed all this, he only grasped the side of the ship with his hands, stood on the already inclined deck, and tilted his head to watch what was happening above the empty sea.

The Shadowmen are mobilizing their fleets, and the converging detachments are forming a tight web of encirclement across the air and sea—but not inward, but outward.

They seem to have stopped caring about the 'little fish' within them, and have instead set their sights on the battlefield of the decisive battle, and they want to solve the opponent once and for all, so that the air-sea battle that has lasted for nearly a night has come to an end.

It would be a net of heaven and earth, waiting for the silver Vislan, waiting for the fleet on the side of the Chosen One, and it seemed that there was only the end of the destruction.

"The Shadowmen are mobilizing the fleet ......"

"We've been fooled, we don't have enough attention at all, they still have reserves to put into the frontal battlefield......"

The Six Shadows looked at this scene with a pale face, their hands and feet cold.

But what can she do, she is just a poor little nightingale, and she can't decide the outcome of this air-sea battle.

The strength of an individual is so weak in front of the fleet that even a single dragon knight can hardly decide the outcome of a battle, and the battle of the Cang Tour, the Jeffrey Redcoats, and the Dragon Knights invested by Moon Dust is just a corner of this huge battle.

And the real decisive battle can only be a confrontation between fleets and fleets, between artillery fire and flesh and blood. And the people who decided the battle, at least one of them was by her side, but the other party seemed to be oblivious to all this.

"It's a trap!"

Fang Yu turned his head and nodded at her: "Yes, that's a trap...... But for both sides on the battlefield, it has the same meaning. ”

Six Shadows asked in disbelief, "Do you mean that there is a win-win situation on the battlefield?" ”

This question almost made Fang Yu laugh, and he looked at the girl with short white and blonde hair, and suddenly realized why the Jeffrey Redcoats had arranged for her to be Kaka's partner.

Because it seemed to him that these two men had the same qualities in some way—they were both the same living treasures, he shook his head: "There will always be one winner on the battlefield." ”

"Then shall we inform the people of Silver Veslan...... "Six Shadows asked aloud in the midst of the storm, she secretly hated Kaka for this useless opportunity at the moment, and she didn't speak for herself at all.

And it seems that the guy still agrees with the other party's plan.

But Fang Yu still shook his head, but he didn't answer, because what is the point of answering, the decision has been made, and the rest is left to heaven to decide. In the unpredictable battlefield, who can say that they can succeed?

But at least for now, they're on the right track.

He didn't believe that Bai Xue and their excellent commanders would not understand what they meant, and he didn't know that the Shadowmen seemed to have experienced such a great battle in history. But for the Elect, such examples abound.

In a long time ago, they actually had a more popular explanation for this statement, called-

Everything Tactical Converter.

……

Alfonso Perredel, that is his real name, there are many legends about him, and there are many titles and nicknames about him, more than one. But the vast majority of them can be compared to the bloody hand of one of the four guardians of the North, or the name of Raven Feather.

Still, he preferred the unpretentious title, the caretaker, like the guardian of the ancient prophecy, watching over the storm and the darkness, waiting only for the day when the moment of the Last Judgment would come.

And the end of the legend seems to be today.

But winter in the north, which seemed to be unusually cold on this day, made Alfonso Peredel seem to feel a little bit of a sense of relief.

For the first time, Alfonso Peredel felt shaken in his fortress as he watched the Chosen ones attacking the entire northern defense line like waves in the vast snow.

To be precise, it's not vacillation, it's timidity. He really felt a sense of crisis, the whole line of defense was loosening, and behind the loosening was the collapse, and he knew deep that the vast majority of the military forces on this line were not the fearless crow knights under his command.

But even his knights are gradually exhausted on this meat grinder-like battlefield - where did these Chosen ones come from, they are usually like a plate of loose sand, but what kind of power has caused them to change like this at this moment.

The torrent that came together had almost subverted all his perceptions of the past, but the real crisis came from the heralds who kept coming in and out of the inner gates of the fortress and bringing bad news on the battlefield.

"The line of defense in the direction of Lulin has lost ......"

"The Fall of Fort Penelo" ......"

"The Chosen One captured the Mossy Bridge......"

Alfonso Peredel forced himself to calm down, and used his gaze to inspect the number of troops and defenses they had left behind the dwindling strongholds on the sandbox.

But the answer was almost ruthless, there was no joke on the battlefield, he rubbed his forehead, but did not speak. Just put your hand to your heart and ask for the answer from the bottom of your heart over and over again.

But this time, there was no response from the Juggernauts.

Alfonso Peredel looked up almost subconsciously, and above the gloomy clouds above Elpahim, there seemed to be flashing lightning and thunder—only that Elpahim's winter day had no memory of thunder.

He knew what it was.

The morning light was dispelling the clouds, and there, under the gaze of the people, the two fleets had been completely strangled together. One only had to look up and see the thin fleet, like a moth to a fire, unstoppable into the field of artillery fire.

An unprecedented decisive battle was taking place over Elpahim, a vortex had been formed, and previous decisions had led to the outcome of the moment, and no one could escape from this massive battle until either side was victorious.

It only took a moment for the balance of victory to tilt toward the terrifying shadow over the battlefield, and nothing would change.

But the dawn of victory seemed so far away to Alfonso Peredel at the moment.

He couldn't believe that the Juggernauts could make a mistake.

"Your Excellency," the herald stammered to him, "do we have any support......?" ”

Alfonso Peredel turned his head and looked at the other side with a cold gaze, but could not answer the question, the defense was crumbling and whether they could wait until the moment of victory seemed to be an eternal unknown.

"We're ...... behind"

The herald replied in a voice almost choking:

"It's Elpahim......"

……