The Five Sisters are not a single island. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The five oblong islands are connected end to end, forming a half-arc like a crescent moon, and the closest distance between them is less than 500 meters, and you can even walk directly over it at low tide, if you don't care about the mud and sand.

Three of the five islands are home to the Empire's three largest powder magazines, while the first and last two smaller islands have two fortified batteries.

Although these two forts are not as large as the four on Tata Island, they are also quite large. Moreover, they fired at the same angle as the center of that crescent, and whatever fleet attacked from the east flank had to be baptized with shells.

Because of this, Count Caflin placed the First Fleet entirely on the west side of the island.

Sea pigeons can bring news of enemy fleets, but they cannot predict the weather.

At night, the sea is still like a mirror reflecting the starry sky in the sky, but in the second half of the night, it is suddenly covered with thick fog. This made Count Caflin nervous, and his fleet was closer to land, and the fog around it was much smaller than on the sea to the west, and in this weather, the attacking fleet was obviously taking advantage of it.

But tonight, the lucky star may really shine on him. Towards the early hours of the morning, the fog was even thicker, and not only on the sea, but even the First Fleet of Count Caflin was completely enveloped in dense fog.

The two sides are on the same starting line.

Count Caflin demanded that all ships be turned off the lights. Now, like a beast lurking in the grass, the First Fleet waited for an opportunity to move, but its own figure was hidden in the thick fog.

The hands on the pocket watch showed six twenty o'clock, and suddenly a glimmer of light flashed on the sea. The light is difficult to travel far in the fog, and if it weren't for the lookout's unanimous concentration on the sea, the pale yellow light would be easy to ignore.

"It's coming. Count Cavrin whispered to the second mate, "Listen to my orders, and don't fire in advance." ”

The other ships had already been ordered, and everything was watching the flagship's instructions to act. It's just that usually, they look at the flags on the flagship, and now, they can only listen carefully with their ears.

The lights on the opposite side were more and more and closer, and Count Caflin kept staring at the sea, as if trying to pierce the fog with his own vision.

Finally, the enemy fleet was close enough, and he gave a loud order: "Fire!

As the horn on the flagship, indicating the opening of fire, the other six battleships sounded at the same time.

Cannonballs flew out, and the dim lights on the opposite side flickered.

Almost at the same time, an offensive began on the opposite side.

Both sides relentlessly tilted their entire firepower behind the fog, and a rain of shells leaped and flew between the ships of both sides.

The attacking fleet had the upper hand, which allowed them to have a longer range of shells. Count Carflin's fleet, on the other hand, had the advantage of being at ease, not only attacking first, but also positioning the enemy's position more accurately.

Until the sun gradually rose, the dense fog at sea showed no sign of dissipating. In such weather, the two sides fought evenly matched.

The longer the battle, the more confused Count Caflin became.

"How can these pirates have such a powerful fleet, and the firepower of the other side is simply stronger than ours!" he yelled at the second mate as he circled back and forth on the deck.

Seven battleships, nineteen A-class Ressa-type heavy frigates, and thirty-six B-class frigates, bombarded continuously for several hours, consuming a lot of gunpowder and bombs, but they still could not completely suppress each other.

The enemy may have suffered some losses, but the rumbling of artillery from the opposite side indicated that the losses did not hurt the bones at all.

Having studied the famous Silent Reaper, Count Caflin knew that even a pirate ship would never have the firepower it had now.

"I think they have at least as many battleships as I have, maybe more!" shouted the second mate to Count Cafflin as he bent over the flying cannonballs and wood chips.

The sky is getting brighter, the ammunition on both sides of the ship is basically exhausted, and the sound of artillery fire is no longer so dense.

The impact of this level of firepower on the fleets of both sides was finally revealed.

Even a sturdy battleship as the First Fleet's flagship, the Royal Dragon, had a lot of damage to its hull, several compartments were even beginning to leak, and the ship's craftsmen were busy plugging the holes with planks and everything they could get their hands on.

The sunlight had somewhat dispelled some of the fog, and Count Caflin could now at least see the sea around his ship.

Pieces of shipwreckage of various sizes floated down the water, crashing into the hull of the battleship with a muffled "thump" sound.

"Another unlucky B-class cruiser. The second mate looked at the half of the mast on the water and muttered, this wood was the standard for Imperial cruisers, and he could tell the model at a glance.

Count Cavrin could not count them for the time being, so he could only estimate his losses from the wreckage that covered the sea.

The stern of a class A heavy cruiser, the mast of a class B cruiser, and the bow of another class A ship......

Count Caflin bit his lip and bled out.

Suddenly, a stern fragment floated to his right, which clearly belonged to a battleship. And this fragment happens to be the part of the ship with the name of the ship written on the stern.

"The Frost Giant?" the second mate read the fragment as well.

Immediately, he shouted in surprise: "This is not the ship of our fleet!"

Count Caflin stared at the fragment for a long time, and a hoarse voice came out of his chapped lips: "The Frost Giant, an S-class battleship, the flagship of the Second Fleet. ”

"Second Fleet, how could they be here, to support us?" the second officer's eyes widened, "Impossible! How could those pirates be so powerful and able to fight against two of our fleets at the same time?"

The sun finally climbed to the highest point it could reach this season, and the midday sun dispelled the remaining fog. The veiled enemy finally appeared in Count Caflin's sight.

"Where are the pirates?" cried out the second officer in horror.

Count Caufflin said in an even hoarser voice, "There are no pirates at all! It has been fighting us since the early hours of the morning, and it is the Second Fleet at all! ”

The Second Fleet also seemed to have noticed a problem, and the artillery fire on both sides stopped.

Now, the sea is barely intact, and the two sides are counted together with only four battleships and less than ten heavy cruisers. The lighter B-class cruisers were all destroyed in the bombardment, which lasted more than five hours.

"If that's the Second Fleet, then where are the pirates?" said the second officer, trembling.

As if to answer his question, the three powder magazines where the five sisters arrived were simultaneously bursting into flames.