"1741.12.7, the fourth day of departure from Port Zero."

"Today we were again blocked, and the fleet lost its Tempest and Thunder, but fortunately we finally sailed out of the River Sea."

"Time is in a hurry, the fleet simply does not have time to prepare supplies for the voyage, and judging by the current consumption, the food and fresh water on the main ship and frigate will only last for two weeks. To date, our distress calls have not been answered. ”

"The enemy is in hot pursuit, and this bad news makes everyone's already tense nerves even more fragile, and everyone's temper becomes irritable, and they yell at the people around them and even fight because of some trivial things."

"I'm very uneasy, I heard that there have been three vicious brawls between orc soldiers on the 'Thorn Flower', some sailors have mysteriously disappeared, and crews of different races have begun to watch out for each other."

……

Charlie put down the pen, sighed, and looked at the record in front of him as he flipped the paper, this was the diary of his escape after the departure of the northern morning, on the first day he filled two pages, but the further back he went, the fewer words, today there were only a few sentences that were messy and scattered.

There is no way, the current situation is urgent, internal and external troubles, no one can sit down and record their daily life with peace of mind, not to mention that as the successor of Master Corvet, he has too many things to deal with, and it is not easy to insist on completing the diary in the midst of busyness, let alone spending time connecting sentences and modifying words.

Closing the notebook, Charlie, who was full of haggardness, stood up and looked out of the round porthole at the rough black sea.

"May the Lord of Twilight bless us." He whispered a prayer to the sea.

Immediately after the prayer, Charlie walked to the small hard bed in the corner, the fleet was always in danger, and the rest time should be cherished.

The door was slammed, and someone stopped outside: "Charlie, I guess you haven't slept yet." ”

"Come in."

Charlie rubbed his eyes, this is not the first time, the captain of the "Northern Dawn" often comes to him at night to communicate intelligence and discuss issues.

The captain's clothes were crumpled, making the man in his thirties look a little old, and after coming in, he directly found a place to sit down, without greeting politely at all, and said straight to the point: "Charlie, you are a disciple of Master Corvett, and I would like to hear your opinion on the problem of our serious shortage of supplies." ”

In the current situation, it stands to reason that there is only one way to wait for the rescue of the empire, check the ideal, but looking at the captain's tone and expression, it seems that he doesn't want to hear this answer.

He pondered for a moment, and then said tentatively, "There are islands in the Red Sea, although the Empire has not set foot in them, but they have been marked on the chart. Perhaps, we can search for food and water on those islands? ”

"It's just a waste of time." The captain shook his head, "Those islands are not on our course at all. ”

"What are your plans?"

In this tone, Charlie guessed that this guy should not be here to ask.

"Our existing supplies are completely unable to sustain the consumption of so many people." The captain said.

"Yes, even if the canine demons can go into hibernation, ......"

Charlie subconsciously nodded and answered, but then he stopped, suddenly raised his head and looked at the captain, looking at the unchanged expression on the other party's face, his eyes suddenly widened and widened, and a cold thought appeared in his mind: "Baddeley, what did you say?" ”

"We have to give up some of them." Baddeley was clear.

"You're crazy!?"

"I don't have a choice."

"You're letting them die!" Charlie was furious: "The first rule of the empire, no one has the right to deprive others of their lives, this is the law written by His Majesty the Emperor himself. ”

"I said, I don't have a choice."

"Baddeley, I always thought you were a responsible and trustworthy person, but now, you've told me to give up those who fight with us." Charlie said, "Well, if someone is really going to be abandoned, why can't that person be you?" ”

"The mission entrusted to me by the Empire is to ensure the safety of the 'Northern Dawn'."

Baddeley was unimpressed by his words, but simply recounted: "This main ship is an important asset of the Empire, the crystallization of Northern Industries and Magic Channeling technology, and we must not let it fall into the hands of the enemy." Compared to the interests of the Empire, neither you, nor me, nor anyone else matter, and these sacrifices are worth it. ”

Charlie feels like the world is falling apart before his eyes, he has just lost his most beloved mentor, and now he has to face such a terrifying reality: "No matter how high-sounding the reason, you can't abandon your comrades, and this kind of behavior will be sentenced to death by hanging by the arbitration tribunal!" ”

"Hang or not, wait until you return to the Empire."

Baddeley stood up, "I promised the captain of the Winter thirty places, and tomorrow he will deliver supplies to the 'Northern Dawn'. ”

"Why Winter?"

"It's all the same."

……

After a moment of silence, seeing that Charlie had no follow-up, Baddeley was ready to leave, and before leaving, he glanced at the young man who was sitting still, "Whether you like it or not, war has begun, and in war, life is the most insignificant thing." Sober up, the empire still needs you. ”

Charlie shook his head.

Baddeley twisted the doorknob, and a palpitating whine suddenly resounded throughout the sea, and the frigate sounded the alarm, making it clear that the enemy had been spotted on the surface of the sea.

Charlie had heard this sound sixteen times since he had fled, and each time it terrified him, and the moment the alarm sounded, he woke up from his stupor, and stood up with a swipe.

As the captain of the ship, Baddeley was one step faster than him, this guy's expression was grim, and he raised his feet and rushed to the combat command room.

Charlie ignored him, walked quickly to the porthole, leaned over to peek into the deep sea, the hull of the Northern Dawn was slowly deflecting, and gradually, he could see some looming black dots appear on the sea level.

The Immortal Empire's Magical Battleship Group!

Just this morning, the Third Fleet finally got rid of the enemy's encirclement and suppression at the cost of two frigates, but I didn't expect the other side to catch up so quickly, with the advantage of the all-domain confusion coverage, the sun does not set and it is easy to locate the location of the fleeing fleet, without giving them a moment of respite.

This kind of high-intensity pursuit and blocking can be imagined the enemy's determination to capture the main ship of the northern dawn.

The screeching of wyverns rang out in their ears, and at the same time that the alarm sounded, the wyverns had already climbed onto the deck, flapping their wings and rising into the sky.

They are not distorted radiant dragons, but they have also been modified and implanted with spirit source armor, and this breeding outfit developed by dwarves and undead is a perfect match for the bipedal wyvern, which greatly enriches their combat methods while strengthening the fragile defenses of the bipedal wyvern.

Now, the Wyvern can not only attack with fangs and claws, but also shoot stun and incendiary grenades from the weapon ports on their chests, and their presence gives the Blackwing fleet a much longer range than the old magic guide ships, and the first wave of attacks in the fleet is often launched by the Wyverns.