"Hell! Can anyone tell me what's going on?! Major General Hoffman looked at the fog that lingered over the sea and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

The sudden fog was a clear defy to natural sense, and Hoffman guessed that it was mostly a trick of the enemy's navigation. The sentinels patrolling the nearby waters immediately inquired, and as expected: just 30 minutes ago, the commander of the Far East Fleet seemed to have received the news that the Imperial side was about to launch an air attack, and all the ships gathered around the flagship to shrink their defenses, and at the same time, the flagship turned on some kind of magic device, which quickly attracted a fog in the sky and obscured the entire fleet.

Rear Admiral Hoffman urged his horse to lower his flight altitude and observe the magical fog closely, and soon discovered its peculiarity: the fog always moved in the same direction, and whenever the sea breeze turned, the fog would be blown away a little, and the shadow of the huge battleship below could be faintly seen through the mist. However, before he could see clearly, the fog closed on its own, blocking his vision again.

"It's funny...... The Magical Mist always seems to move with the rebel fleet, in other words, while we can't see the exact location of the enemy ships, we can be sure that their flagships are in the middle of the fog, with second-tier ships floating around them. General Hoffman informed his mid-level officers of his observations through the "Psychic Connection."

"Your Excellency, that means we don't need to dispel the fog, as long as we drop bombs at the thickest part of the fog, we have a great chance of hitting the enemy's main battleship?" An operations staff officer asked.

"It's possible...... Hoffman groaned as he touched his chin, "we might as well try it first, and if the bombing doesn't work well, we'll think of something else." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

The 1st Company of the Bombardment Battalion of the Imperial Naval Knights Regiment was ordered to attack, dragging the bomb close to the fog, and dropping the bomb only by feeling when the target was completely out of sight.

The 500-pound cluster blast bombs, like steel meteors falling from the sky, roared and fell, most of which fell to the bottom of the sea, causing a deep roar, and then setting off monstrous waves. Less than ten bombs hit hard objects and detonated, accompanied by a rumbling roar, scorching flames, and a wave of heat that rose into the sky blew away the fog, allowing Major General Hoffman, who was observing from low altitude, to glimpse the effects of this round of bombardment.

"It's not reliable to drop bombs blindly like this." Hoffman shook his head in disappointment and muttered to himself. The sea covered by the fog was too large, there was a wide space between the enemy ships, most of the bombs missed, and the occasional few bombs that hit the deck did not cause fatal damage, and the flames were quickly extinguished by the enemy ship's damage management team, and even failed to force the ironclad battleship that was shot to slow down, still riding the wind and waves under the cover of the fog, and rushed straight to the port of Parnia.

What made Rear Admiral Hoffman even more annoyed than this futile bombardment was that the enemy ships had complete anti-aircraft firepower, and at the moment when the fog was blown away by the air currents lifted by the bombs, all the Far Eastern battleships let out a rapid cannon sound, the anti-aircraft turrets opened fire into the sky, and countless flashing bullet trails swayed and swept through the air, intertwined into a deadly sky net. In just an instant, no less than thirty vulture horses on bombing missions were swept away by machine guns, and blood-colored fireworks exploded in the air.

The bombardment company hurriedly increased its flight altitude in an attempt to escape the crossfire network formed by the anti-aircraft turrets as soon as possible, taking advantage of the fog that had regained over the enemy ships as a cover. However, I don't know if the anti-aircraft gunners on the Far East side had a special vision to penetrate the fog, or their machine guns were particularly powerful, the fog did not seem to have much effect on the lethality of the anti-aircraft artillery fire, and the shells fired were still accurate and vicious, biting the vultures and cavalry in pursuit. Instead, the vulture cavalry was obstructed by the fog and could not see the trajectory of the enemy's anti-aircraft fire, until they were hit by the cannonballs that pierced through the fog and whistled before they realized that they had become prey.

What surprised Hoffman the most was that some of the anti-aircraft shells clearly did not hit his own cavalry, and exploded without warning from a distance of ten feet, and the fragmented shrapnel flew all over the sky, but caused more damage than the shells that directly hit the vulture cavalry. The eagle horse, which had to abandon its heavy armor in order to increase its ammunition load, was far more fragile than it seemed, and only a sharp fragment of a cannonball would form a huge external wound, and the wound would bleed profusely and fell with a scream.

A series of accidents caused a strong mental impact on Major General Hoffman, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. The air raid was unfavorable, and a serious question was in front of him: what to do next?

While the losses were still under control, a decisive retreat seemed to be a rational choice, but Major General Hoffman was not willing to flee back in disgrace. He has been smooth sailing since he was born in his life, whether it is during his studies in the military academy or in the past ten years of service, he has never suffered a loss! Whether it is an exam or a real battle, you can come up with a brilliant transcript every time, so as to gain the resources to rise to the top. A person who has never lost is especially intolerant of failure, and Hoffman's mentality at the moment is like this: even if he knows that the risk is very high, and he knows that continuing to attack will involve countless soldiers and sacrifices, he cannot tolerate a stain of failure on his always perfect resume file, which will become a handle that hinders his continued promotion.

General Hoffman's face was gloomy and almost frozen, and with the thought that he could not afford to lose, despite the repeated warnings of his adjutants, he insisted on ordering all officers and men to continue to carry out the predetermined battle plan.

In fact, his overly risky order met the expectations of most of the middle and lower-level officers of the empire, ignoring the fact that his comrades who had dropped bombs before were almost wiped out, and inexplicably thought that he was different and could survive the extremely ferocious anti-aircraft fire of the Far East Fleet, urging the vulture to lead the team to rush to the sky over the foggy battlefield.

"Raise your gun!"

"Fire!"

The vulture cavalry, which belonged to the two escort battalions, formed an air formation, and under the command of the captain, they raised their "dragoon guns" in unison and fired at the most foggy area.

Accompanied by a series of crisp gunshots, the bullets that came out of their disembowels burst on their own in the fog, and the 1-ring "wind-making technique" infused in the bullets was released, setting off a wild lan out of thin air, blowing away the fog that permeated the Far Eastern Fleet.

"Here's your chance!" Rear Admiral Hoffman was ecstatic, and immediately ordered the bombardment battalion that had already been prepared to go out, taking advantage of the fact that the magic fog had not yet regathered and the aerial vision was good, to carry out a more accurate dive bombardment of the Far Eastern warships.