Red Blood Dragon Knight

The big waves blown by the sea breeze slapped on the side of the ship, hitting a piece of white spray, pushed by the huge force of the waves, the huge three-masted three-deck battleship swayed from side to side. M

In the face of the mighty power of nature, this most advanced warship of mankind is like a toy. It has just been thrown into the bottom of the wave, but it is immediately thrown onto the top of the wave.

The strong sea breeze came and swelled the sails on the ship, and the Allied military flag at the top of the mainmast and the Ruman Empire red golden eagle flag hunted and fluttered.

Although the waves on the sea are ups and downs, the sailors on the battleship stand firmly on the deck like a nail under their feet. The sailors' unique sharp gaze crosses the waves on the sea, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

This is the endless ocean.

The mysterious and unpredictable sea area has never been reached in history.

The Necro Island of the Undead High Priest is somewhere deep in the ocean. Various unforeseen dangers can happen at any time.

A captain in a white navy uniform stood behind the upper steering wheel, with a black pipe dangling from his mouth, showing a firm expression on his face like a rock hardened by the weather.

With a pair of bright eyes that only old seamen have, he watched his subordinates fighting against the violent winds and waves, and nodded with satisfaction: Everything is in order, and the lads are pretty good, no worse than the arrogant elf cubs next to him.

As the captain thought, he glanced aside. On that side of the ship is the Yeyellow Elf Kingdom Navy battleship.

That same huge battleship went hand in hand with him at the same speed.

And behind them, there are seven warships of different sizes closely following them, forming a fleet together.

These warships have been at sea for several months since they went to sea, but in such a harsh environment. But no ship was left behind, and no one complained or tired...

"Of course, it's not without exception." The captain murmured, then turned his head and glanced sympathetically at the young priest beside him.

This guy, who is said to be from Vantino, was vomiting only half his life at the moment, and he would retching on the railing. His footsteps were vacant, his face was pale, and the robe on his body was also wrinkled, covered with all kinds of weird water marks, and the original color was not visible at all.

When the captain saw this, he couldn't help frowning: this poor landlady. I have stayed on the boat for more than ten days, but still seasick. It took his predecessor only three days to adapt to life on board.

When you wait for the next supply, it's best to talk to the headquarters and replace him.

Although there was some dissatisfaction in his heart, he raised his chin slightly because he was worried that this precious pastor accidentally plunged into the sea. He sent his own sailor to watch him non-stop, ready to jump down to catch people.

These priests and mages were specially invited for this operation, and they were indispensable fighters. Besides, it is always good for multiple priests to be on the ship-although from the current point of view, the rookie's combat effectiveness is probably only half.

With the map under his arm, the long voyage board swiftly climbed onto the steering wheel platform like a monkey, then raised his hand in a so-so salute, and then pointed to the map mark. Said: "Captain, we have already searched the 156 and 117 areas, we can rush to the next area to search."

The captain nodded slightly and said, "Send a signal to the pesky elves, turn the rudder to the left, and we rush to sea area No. 156 and 118.

At the same time... At the same time, I will report to the base camp, I hope the light **** bless that strange box can be useful. "

He was talking. He stretched out his hand and drew a cross on his chest.

The captain also showed a helpless expression, and said, "I hope."

He walked down the gangway, and when he passed the captain's room, he glanced in through the window and saw a man with earphones sitting in front of a big orange iron box. I kept beating the buttons in my hand, sweating violently on his face.

The navigator muttered: "What a ghost."

Although he has seen alchemy technologies such as electric lights, telephones, trains, steam engines, etc., it can be regarded as broadening his horizons, but he feels that with such a simple square box, it does not need to be connected with anything. Connect with places thousands of miles away. This is too much.

You know, even if the great magician who is happy with mana wants to contact people thousands of miles away, he has to waste a lot of virgin blood, diamonds, fine gold, unicorn horns... and so on. material.

If this box can really communicate with the outside world, wouldn't it take away the jobs of the wizards?

No matter how you think about this kind of thing, it feels impossible.

However, the captain regarded this thing as a treasure and placed it in his own room. Even the operator enjoyed the same treatment as the captain.

Although the captain's room was only slightly better than the other people's rooms, it was enough to make other people jealous and mad-the treatments were all comparative. Living in the captain's room, and living in the sailor's cabin, smelling the smell of the feet of a bunch of rough men, it was like heaven.

Not to mention, when the puppies were sleeping, they were never honest, fart, grind their teeth, talk in sleep, and rub their heels.

At this time, just listen to the sound of a whining horn.

It was the sailor who blew the horn, directing the sailors on the ship to change the sails.

At the same time, the messenger at the top of the mast communicated commands to the entire fleet in semaphores.

The battleship turned slowly and changed its sails.

A joint fleet that is carrying out a task of searching the sea, including Ruman, elves, and Almohad, is a true multinational force. Their mission is only one-find the island of the dead, find the undead high priest and immortality The lair of a family.

There are several mysterious islands in the world, the first one is Dragon Island.

No one knows where Dragon Island is, and no one can even be sure whether Dragon Island exists or not. Some even suggested that Dragon Island is not in this world, it is located in a different space connected to the world.

Although Lord Lorraine personally went to Dragon Island, he inferred from the conversations of the dragon elders that it may be located in the ocean west of the mainland, but no one has discovered it for thousands of years, but it is also very strange.

The second is the goal of the coalition forces. The island of the dead.

It is famous all over the world along with the undead high priest Kalimdor and Biutlis. The world knows the existence of the island of the dead, but does not know where it is.

It is said that the secret of the power and immortality of the undead high priest is kept on the island of the dead.

Even among the Semites who have the best relationship with the undead. I don't know where it is. In this respect, the undead's guarding against them is not much lower than guarding against humans.

What is certain is that it should be located in the vast sea area to the northeast of the Semitic continent. The sea is larger than the human continent plus the Semitic continent.

Finding a mysterious island on such a big ocean is as difficult as finding a grass with a specific name on a racetrack.

Lord Lorraine had to adopt the most stupid way. He divided the ocean into hundreds of squares according to the latitude and longitude, and dismantled the huge coalition fleet into sub-compartments, assigned them mission areas, and searched them one by one.

And this fleet, numbered Southern Seven One, is one of hundreds of units, and they have been wandering the sea for five months. Still nothing.

Ruman battleship Sailfish served as the flagship of the fleet, leading the fleet to turn slowly.

At this moment, several dark shadows suddenly appeared in the cloudy sky far away from the fleet. They flew over the top of the high clouds, and they were almost hard to detect with the naked eye.

The captain raised his head and looked into the sky. Suddenly, an excited cheer came from the captain's room. The sound was so loud that it seemed to shatter the ship's planks.

A correspondent smashed open the door and rushed to the deck, waving a telegram in his hand, rushing around the deck in excitement, hugging everyone he met, and screaming: "I got it, we got it. ~!"

A middle-aged man in civilian clothing also laughed and ran up the steps, spraying and smearing stars beside the captain excitedly, and said anxiously: "It's them, that's right. Eagle 31. We received them. The telegram is very clear, and the communication is successful."

The captain bit his pipe and smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that the wireless telegraphy technique had succeeded.

The mysterious big orange box will be the greatest invention after the compass and sextant. It will change the fate of all seafarers in the world.

With this thing, people will predict storms on the route in advance to avoid danger, or contact the command center in real time to obtain the latest operational orders and make targeted combat deployments.

In the past, in the vast ocean, the sailors on the ship were equivalent to being locked up in jail, and everyone was betting on luck.

Especially in naval battles, some fleets were defeated because of the lack of information, and the friendly forces did not know it yet, and plunged into the enemy's encirclement.

Or they defeated the enemy, but the friendly army ran to the wrong place, letting the enemy escape for nothing.

When the people from the Flying Eagle Communication Group told him the news, he still couldn't believe it. He couldn't figure out how to send the news to land thousands of miles away on the ship.

In the captain's traditional mind, he even wondered if there was a living soul in the box, until one day, when the engineer was troubleshooting the fault, he saw the dense wires and tubes inside. This was a sigh of relief.

The captain took down the pipe and said excitedly: "Shoot the flare and send them a reply to say hello."

"Yes, Captain~!" The signal soldier replied excitedly, almost jumping back to the captain's room.

With a few "bangs" sounds, three red signals bounced into the sky.

The war fortress on the zenith swooped over to the fleet, and the four war fortresses were a standard squad arrangement.

They flew over the head of the war fortress with howling noises, hovering over the mast, and the people inside beckoned to the sailors on the ship enthusiastically from the window to celebrate the smooth radio communication between them.

The navy’s current telegraph technology is immature, and there are various shortcomings that allow them to communicate with land hundreds or thousands of miles away, which is currently not stable.

Even in an era when satellites are flying in the sky, radio signals often fail due to weather and other reasons.

In order to build an effective connection between the high seas and the land command, a compromise was proposed by Luo Linna, which is to let these war fortresses act as air relay stations to transmit signals from the search fleet in the seas back to the mainland.

Due to energy constraints, the war fortress cannot perform the current long-distance sea search mission because it requires a long flight. But it is still possible to fly once to serve as a relay station for the fleet.

At present, the only air power at sea is the USS Enterprise of the Allied Navy and the 36 aircraft it carries.

As for Lord Luo, this force is to be a strategic duty to deal with surprise attacks including the undead. The coup d'état... and other emergencies, you must not let it go easily.

The success of wireless telegraphy has greatly encouraged the fleet, which means that they no longer have to report back to the port frequently.

As long as the supplies allow, they can stay at sea for as long as possible to perform missions, which can greatly enhance the search progress.

The mages on the fortress of the war confirmed that the wireless telegram contact was successful. A few boxes of fresh fruits were left for the fleet, and they quickly lifted up and disappeared into the clouds-they had to rush to the next fleet to continue the relay station experiment.

According to this transfer structure, in the future battlefield communication system designed by Luo Linna, it is a war fortress that bears the task of transferring signals. The content of the communication can be sent from the front line to the rear in real time.

With just a few war fortresses, 24-hour uninterrupted communication can be achieved.

Front-line troops can carry wireless telegraphs and can move at any time. There is no need to build expensive wired telegraph lines. Military information can only be sent out at telegraph stations, which wastes two or three days of effort.

And the search report from July 1 in the south, after two clear air transits. Passed to the front command of the Caribbean Navy at the rear.

After receiving the telegram, a coalition naval operations staff officer would first make a copy of it for archives, and then hand it over to the coalition headquarters in Akadrin by the Ministry of Communications.

After finishing the paperwork, he would stand up, walk to the chart hanging in the staff hall, and find the position on the map neatly divided into countless squares according to the serial number on the telegram. Then paint it red.

On this large chart, more than half of the locations have been dyed red, and the rest are the waters closer to the north.

After the combat staff had done all this, he took a step back and looked at the map carefully. The Undead Island was in the remaining black fog.

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In 837, September 9th, the Semitic Republic's expeditionary army was scheduled to formally set off on this day, and held a grand ceremony in the square.

The square in front of the palace was full of onlookers, men and women, old and young, dressed as if they were celebrating the festival. There is a happy smile on everyone's face.

Everyone has long seen Leishan's puppies not pleasing to the eye. Now that I finally got the chance, I can slap her face fiercely.

The front of the palace gate was arranged as a tall podium, with the flags of the Semitic Republic hanging on both sides, and a golden lightning bolt in the middle of the long dark red cloth strip.

Just above the podium is the golden national emblem of the Republic, which is full of height, shining in the sun.

The generals of the Republic in military uniforms sat on the stage. The stars will shine.

On both sides of the street, a high flagpole was erected every few meters, nearly ten meters long and one meter wide, hanging down like a river extending to the end of the road.

On both sides of the street is a sea of ​​flowers, the flags are like forests, and the dignity is no less than the glorious military parade of the Nazis.

Lord Lorraine sat in the restaurant on the other side of the square, watching the grand ceremony of the Semitic Republic through the crowd.

At nine o'clock, with a thunderous and powerful drum horn, the soldiers of the Free Army of the Semitic Republic stepped neatly and appeared on the street on the drums.

He was in a rigorous military uniform, with a bayonet-mounted rifle against his shoulders, and a carriage dragging machine guns and artillery appeared in the team from time to time. The military appearance was extraordinary.

The Akkadrin did not hesitate to send their cheers and cheer for this powerful army of Semites.

Brad was wearing the president's dress, wearing a ribbon and a medal that symbolized his identity. Standing alone in the center of the podium, with the ceremonial sword on his waist in his left hand, he looked solemn and mighty.

The Akkadrin did not hesitate to send their cheers and cheer for this powerful army of Semites.

Brad was wearing the president's dress, wearing a ribbon and a medal that symbolized his identity. Standing alone in the center of the podium, with the ceremonial sword on his waist in his left hand, he looked solemn and mighty.

The Freedom Army lined up in a neat phalanx. Before passing the presidium, they raised their guns and turned their heads to pay tribute to the President. The President raised his hand in return with a military salute.

Blocking the entire street, the Free Army, which can't see the head at a glance, gave President Brad a huge confidence, and he was condescending as if the whole world was under his control.

At this time, Lord Lorraine was sitting in the restaurant on the other side of the square, watching the grand ceremony of the Semitic Republic through the crowd.

Since it is an internal affair of the Republican government, it is difficult for the coalition forces to participate. Besides, President Brad may not want Lorraine to steal his spotlight.

After the forward passed the podium, the follow-up troops passed in turn, and then with a command, the entire serpentine team stopped neatly, and the soldiers turned to face the podium.

President Brad gave a speech encouraging the expeditionary force in front of the microphone, and the voice passed through countless loudspeakers, almost all over Akadrin.

General Belendi stepped forward to swear an oath, and then the masses shouted long live, the army officially set off, everything was as perfect as expected.

Fiona finally breathed a sigh of relief. All that was left was to wait for the army to return victoriously. By then, his father's prestige would be in full swing~www.readwn.com~ to see who would dare to covet his presidential throne.

An officer rushed up, handed Lorraine a sealed military emergency, and whispered a few words to Lord Lorraine.

Lord Lorraine smiled, stood up and kissed Fiona lightly on the face, and hurriedly left.

On the stage, President Brad and General Belendi stood side by side, watching the continuous army pass in front of him.

President Brad shook the hand of General Belendi and eagerly urged: "I have handed over all the patriarchs of the republican government to you, you must definitely bring them back..."

At the same time, thousands of miles away, the nobles of Raycastle opened the warehouse and distributed weapons to all volunteers.

The men brought swords and horses, bid farewell to their wives, and embarked on the journey of resistance to aggression. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qn) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.qn to read.)

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