The deck became noisy, "It's time for war!" Man your posts! Hurry up! ”

As the battle order was given, the Midknight family's night owl flag was raised to the top of the mast, the snare drums and military music were played, the sailors rushed to their posts, and the Royal Navy fleet of the Valstad Empire bravely rushed into the fog in the face of artillery fire.

Rushing to the forefront of the battleship, the observer had already seen the trace of the enemy ship, "Tell the ships behind that we are close!" ”

The fleet of the Imperial Navy, Sylvinia, lined up in a standard line, and countless orange-red fires suddenly shone brightly, and another round of sideside volleys were fired.

"Volley of enemy ships! Be careful! Protect yourself! A naval officer shouted.

Hundreds of shells whizzed in front of them, and many ships were shot through the bows, leaving terrifying holes and sawdust flying on the decks, and experienced sailors quickly lay down to protect their eyes.

The cruiser that rushed to the front was particularly badly damaged, due to the excessive water in the cabin, it had begun to tilt, the captain decisively ordered to abandon the ship and escape, the crew lowered the dinghy, in order not to hinder the progress of other friendly ships, they rowed their oars hard, avoided their own travel path, and waited for the rescue of the ships behind.

At the same time, the high-ranking generals on the flagship "Hegemony" are directing the battle.

A flag-speaking signalman is briefing on the situation: "Report to the sir! The light cruiser "Old Windmill" capsized and sank, and the crew has escaped! The heavy frigate "Emerald Coral" is hit by a bullet and tilts, and the boatmen are pouring water on the other side to keep the balance! The rest of the ships were slightly damaged, a total of 14! ”

"Signal soldiers! Pass my order, the fleet remains in a longitudinal formation! Keep moving! Admiral Valero ordered, "Our goal is to cut off the enemy's formation and force them to engage us in a melee on the side!" Be sure to let all captains know this! ”

"Yes!" The signalmen, who were responsible for delivering the flags, continued to get busy, lowering the previous set of signal flags, rearranging the new commands, and then adjusting the ropes to raise the signal high on the mast so that friendly ships could receive the message.

On the bridge of the flagship, Marshal Dalí put down his binoculars and exclaimed: "Taking advantage of the wind direction, using a single column to quickly close the distance, minimizing losses, disrupting the formation of the enemy fleet and then defeating the opponent one by one, perfectly taking advantage of the experienced experience of our captain, what a clever tactic!" ”

Hearing such a professional comment, Admiral Valero looked a little surprised, "Lord Marquis, are you really from the army?" It's terrible, it's the first time in my life that I've seen my brain so fast, and I can understand my attack plan at a glance. ”

"You've praised it falsely, I'm just paying lip service, I've just read hundreds of naval battle books, and the actual experience is far worse than that of the professional navy, and there is still a lot of knowledge that needs to be learned from you."

"Hundred books...... Nothing more? Admiral Valero shook his head in fear, "My God, no wonder they call you the Mobile Library, Her Majesty's Senior Advisor is different, such an astonishing mind, I have opened my eyes!" ”

The plan went smoothly, the column rushed straight over, splitting the enemy fleet in half, and the well-organized engagement became chaotic, with enemy and enemy ships mixed together, side by side, close to each other, a situation that some captains liked.

Since Her Majesty the Empress had organized many pirate ships as privateers for her own use, and the former pirate captains became captains of warships in the Royal Navy, the neat and orderly line of confrontation was not the strong point of these people, they preferred close combat, and one-on-one hand-to-side combat was the area they were familiar with, and the Valstad Royal Navy soon gained the upper hand.

The enemy was obviously not accustomed to this crazy style of play, and was not only suppressed tactically, but also crushed by the Valstad navy in terms of the quality and quantity of ships, and soon more than a dozen Sylvinian ships were sunk or damaged, and the enemy fleet was soon completely defeated, but their courage was worthy of recognition, and despite the unfavorable situation of the battle, they persisted in fighting bloodily.

In the fierce battle, the flagship of the Valstad fleet, the Hegemony, engaged an enemy battleship, and the distance between the two large ships was less than 30 meters, and the gunners could clearly see the faces of the opposing crew.

At such a distance, there is absolutely no possibility of the shells being missed, and all tactics have lost their meaning, and they can only compete with each other to see whose structure is stronger, whose artillery fire is more ferocious, and whose sailors are braver.

A small chain bullet whizzed past Dalí and hit the wooden shipyard behind him, sending sharp sawdust into the skin of the back of his neck, and instead of panicking, he calmly pulled out the sawdust and continued to watch the battle.

After many years, I experienced a fierce naval battle again, and I found that I was almost like a different person, and I couldn't help but sigh a little.

The timid and cowardly engineer of the Noble Alliance, who had cowered in the corner, was gone, and now he stood on the bridge of the ship, staring directly at the cannon fire, his face unscrupulous.

Past experiences flashed through his mind like portraits, such as a happy childhood, a mediocre youth, the destruction of his family, a glimpse into the secrets of the gods, death and rebirth, fleeing with his sister-in-law, allegiance to the Duke of Valstad, entering the military academy, squandering his blood on the front line, gaining people's recognition, and becoming a knight......

The rough life sharpened him into a sharp saber, and every brush with death made him stronger.

Now Dali Einfurt is no longer the skinny nerd young master he used to be, he has grown into a man who stands up to the sky, married his childhood sweetheart, and now he is confident and strong, the Elector of the Valstad Empire, and a brave and resourceful field marshal.

Another shell whizzed by, and a hapless sailor was cut off at the waist, leaving slimy stuff all over the ground, and the bloody scene woke Dalí from his memories.

He looked around, the puddles of blood on the deck seemed to be a warning to himself, the shells don't have eyes, no one can predict whether they will be alive or corpses in the next second, there is no point in hiding in the cabin, God knows where the next shell will penetrate in, it is better to stand on the bridge and face all this bravely.

He thought: (This world is full of suffering and injustice, but death is the most just, and treats everyone equally, whether rich or poor, whether they are dead on the battlefield or sick and dead on the bed, everyone will inevitably die...... Still, I hope to live to be old enough to spend more time with my wife and children, and God, please bless me to return home safely...... ）