Three Hundred and Twenty Eight Waiting

On the sea level, a cloud of black smoke spread out with the wind, and there was a momentum that covered the sky and the sun.

Off the coast of Osa, the fisherman on the fishing boat was attracted by the black smoke in the distance. He didn't know what happened, but simply remembered the "Safety Warning for Marine Fisheries Going to Sea" issued yesterday.

The warning said that the demon's fleet is rampant in the sea now, and I hope that all fishermen must be careful when they go out to fish and do not leave the offshore water easily to avoid danger.

He looked nervously at the sea horizon to the south, and then asked his son to quickly put away the fishing net that had not been opened in time: "Quick! Quickly put it away! Let's hurry up and get out of here."

Their fishing boats are still sailboats, and those new ships are owned by the Irish Hill and those big companies.

The famous Ailan Hill Fisheries is a state-run marine fishing agency. It has a lot of diesel-powered boats and is the envy of all seaside fishermen.

There are even some chilled boats, which can be frozen and kept fresh immediately after catching the precious marine fish, which is more delicious and delicious than the marine fish caught by ordinary fishermen.

In addition to state-owned enterprises, there are countless large fishing teams in Ireland Hill, all of which are companies established by nobles and royal families. The relatively well-known Corning family's fleet has hundreds of fishing boats of various types.

It's just that because of the relationship between time and production capacity, fishermen who go out to sea still exist, and in terms of number, they are still the main force of the offshore fishing industry in Ireland Hill.

Because of the relationship between tradition and capital, these fishermen still drive sailboats to work at sea, relying on traditional craftsmanship, but also taking greater risks.

The white sails swayed gently on the sea, and when the black smoke over the sea horizon filled his eyes, the old fishermen could see clearly the black golden eagle flag hanging high on the huge metal warship.

"Woo!" The huge battleship made a whistle sound, and the straight bow cut through the waves on the sea, passing by the small fishing boat.

On the side of the huge ship close to the four-story building, the unshaven sailors waved their white sailor caps enthusiastically at the fishing boats in their hometowns.

"It's the Conquest! It's the battleship Conquer!" The old sailor looked at the name of the cast iron on the bow side of the huge battleship, and sighed with relief.

The first time he saw this behemoth, he was too frightened to speak. He never imagined that humans would one day be able to control such a huge war machine.

But he saw a miracle, a battleship like this,

One followed the other, heading into the distance, conquering the far-flung southern seas. The rampant pirates and the mighty Imperial Navy all perished in front of these steel warships.

Immediately behind the battleship Conquer was the battleship Hero, which was also speeding forward with black smoke, and the battleship Victory followed at last.

Around the three battleships, cruisers with newer styles followed. Above these battleships, there were vaguely two patrolling P-51 Mustang fighter jets.

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Inside the bridge of the battleship, under the protection of heavy armor, Laurens stood in his command position with his hands behind his back with an ugly face.

The Four Great Kings of the Navy, that is, the legendary four battleships with the largest tonnage and the most powerful firepower, have always been the heart of Laurence and his treasure.

It is a pity that, just ten days ago, the battleship Dreadnought, the flagship of the Imperial Navy, the flagship of the squadron, and one of the four kings of the Alan Hill Navy, was sunk in the endless In the sea, this made Laurens feel extremely painful.

When he heard the news that the Dreadnought had been sunk, Laurens took the fleet to the north.

Finally, under the hurry, I arrived at the port of Osa today, which stabilized the maritime defense of the entire Alan Hill.

With Laurence's fleet guarding Ossa, the largest ship-building port in Ireland at this stage, it can be temporarily safer.

Dozens of warships returned to the port, which is also a big event in the port of Osa. The head of the port, as well as the admiral of the navy, and the naval officers who rushed to Osa to supervise the construction of the ship, all greeted their immediate superior, Lawens, on the pier.

The battleship Conquer was slowly moored on the port pier, and the sailors were allowed to take a vacation and spend two days in the city of Osa.

This is not that Laurens condone his subordinates, but that they have indeed been on land for more than two months.

In order for these sailors to maintain high combat effectiveness, proper rest is absolutely necessary, and it is also something that Laurens has to do as a commander.

What's more, even now, he and his subordinates can go to sea to fight immediately, and he can't make his battleship go to sea to fight.

All the way back to the voyage, he had to replenish fuel such as coal and water, and let the technicians adjust the boiler to restore the battleship to its best state.

Of course, he had to replenish the ammunition—he went south to burn, kill, and loot. The reserve ammunition in the battleship was exhausted, and only a part of the armor-piercing bullets remained. There was no way to continue the fight.

"Let your people replenish the ammunition, water and food on the battleship as soon as possible!" Instructing the person in charge who came to greet him, Laurens pointed to his battleship and said eagerly.

Cranes have begun to operate, lifting the supplies and wealth that these warships snatch from the seaport city to the south, and unloading them to the wharf.

The scattered gold and silver jewelry made everyone around them feel very excited. At the same time, those icy cannonballs were already neatly stacked, waiting for their fate to be transported to the battleship.

"New cannonballs?" Laurens asked curiously when he saw the unseen huge cannonballs stacked on the dock.

"Yes, it's the latest anti-magic shell! It's very easy to use." Looking at the colored warning paint, the officer in charge of counting the shells nodded and replied.

At the same time, the nuclear submarine Osa, which has exhausted its torpedoes, is returning to Osa at a high speed of 55 kilometers per hour.

The special torpedo MK48 it uses also needs to be replenished at Osa. After all, another naval production base ferry is still busy clearing the silt.

Farther from the dock where the battleship Conquer was docked, in a huge dock, the fifth battleship of Ireland Hill, which had been built early, could easily see the prototype.

"Devil? You wait for Lao Tzu! Dare to destroy Lao Tzu's ferry city? Lao Tzu makes you regret coming to this world in your life!" Lawns clenched his fists and stood on the dock full of sea breeze, chanting words in his mouth muttered.