Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

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"We have won."

Putting down the telescope, Count Boarne sighed with satisfaction, and the officers immediately echoed.

This is not just flattering. Just pull out a guy with some experience in the battle of the fleet and look at the situation in front of him. He will surely come to two conclusions: the Charlie Man won, and the commander of the consortium's transport fleet is a fool who does not use troops at all.

From the perspective of the Charlemagne, we still have 10 cruisers, and the transport fleet has only 5 armed carriers. Only the largest flagship has large-caliber naval guns, and the rest of the ships are only equipped to deal with flying beasts. Salvo. That kind of continuous rapid-fire firepower is a terrible death in air defense operations and boarding battles, but it is of no use in battle lineups relying on the caliber, quantity, crew skills and courage of artillery. So far I have not heard that the battleship was killed by rifle caliber stuff.

The battle line and the artillery volley will always determine the victory or defeat of the battle, regardless of the sky, the sea, and the land. This is eternal truth, and the rest is scum and evil. It is true that the navy successfully used flying beasts and special attack weapons to hit the navy of the sealord Albion, but that was an infamous sneak attack after all. If it is on the high seas and the opponent has entered a combat state, those annoying birds can only add chaos to the enemy, and finally they must be separated by a decisive battle in the fleet.

Having said that, the navy thieves will engage in these non-influential gadgets, and the mainstay of the kingdom is the occasional army. The thieves must be ashamed and ashamed. Dajian is a patent of the army, a patent, the sister-in-law's destiny is the army, the army...

Withdrawing his passion for "building a big shot" and mocking the navy, Boarne refocused his attention on the battlefield. At this moment, the formation of the two warring parties is somewhat similar to the navy's three-tier battle line based on the middle queue. On the left are six steam-powered wooden-cruisers, in order, the flagships La Gallisonière, Jean de Vienne, Decay Truuan, George Legg, Moncalcam No. 4, glory; on the far right are 4 sail cruisers, in order: Magnificent. Strong, thunder. Pride; sandwiched in the middle is the consortium's steam-powered transport ship.

Generally speaking, relying on technical advantages, the consortium's transport ships have more power than warships, and it is not a big problem to escape before the opponents form a surrounding net. But that is the general situation. Now that those transport ships are fully loaded with materials, they can still maintain the same speed as the La Gallonière. It is already a remarkable achievement. If you continue to increase the speed, you will have the consciousness of losing the engine. What's more, there are flying beasts on their heads. If they don't react fast enough to form an air defense formation, they might have been chaotic and divided. From this point, the commander and his subordinates performed fairly well.

But that's all they can do. Due to the threat of flying beasts, the transport fleet was unable to change its formation. In order to maintain the formation, the speed was further restricted. As a result, he was caught in the dilemma of not winning or escaping. But Boarner was able to calmly arrange the attack line, the original Lord's biggest worry is that the opponent's dog jumped the wall, at the expense of 1, 2 transport ships. Shock sail column. You should know that the sail cruiser’s firepower is enough, but the maneuverability can’t be complimented. Although the ship is equipped with a change-type wind attribute magician to control the wind direction, once it encounters a relatively large maneuver such as an emergency U-turn, it has to be In the traditional way-turn around under the drag of the dinghy. If the commander is calm and cold-blooded enough. Then he will definitely order the entire fleet to form a single column, regardless of the salvo of flying beasts and sail cruisers. If you break through the middle link of the battle line at the cost of 1 or 2 transport ships, Boarne has no way. He can't expect the sail cruiser column to change the formation quickly to block the enemy's pigs from advancing or turning around, nor can he expect his steam-powered cruiser unit to cross the distance and stop it before the other party does so.

Fortunately, the commander of the fleet did not do this, maybe he was unresponsive, or maybe he was lucky, dreaming that he could bring the entire fleet back to the port... no matter what the commander had in his mind, Boal The count was not interested in exploring, nor was he planning to match the rhythm of the other party.

"Right rudder 20, let's end this boring game."

"The enemy forces on the port side will soon detour to take the route of the fleet, and the enemy forces on the starboard side will also cooperate with the steering."

Sitting cross-legged on the podium, Parsifal asserted calmly.

"Do you want to complete the T-shaped cross-headed position and realize the attack on our army?"

Captain Fallenhet frowned. The battle situation so far is not ideal. The transport fleet has advanced weapons, but suffers from the lack of professional night combat equipment and the interference of flying beasts. It is difficult to target enemy ships sailing in the dark. Enemy ships have made adequate preparations for night battles. Not only are they equipped with a large number of magician sergeants for night vision observation and communication, but they have also been fully run-in. Even on this moonless night, they sail as tidy and smooth as daytime. If the enemy ship is successfully repositioned, the side gun gallery of the transport ship will not be able to function, and the enemy can easily enter the range of the gun. In the face of the artillery fire from the front and rear, the fleet has advanced artillery, but almost no Fight back.

Another problem is ammunition.

These five ships are cargo ships, not professional warships or assault ships. In order to **** supplies, the amount of ammunition carried was compressed to the limit. Taking the Ruida as an example, the shells only carry 1 base. On average, each shell can only be allocated 20 rounds. With the high rate of fire of the machine gun, it will be used up in three or two times. The situation of the remaining ships is not as good as it is, with an average of only one and a half base 88mm shells each.

The previous engagement has consumed a part of the shells. Continued shooting with no aim will only bring the fleet into desperation. A single victory is the only way to solve the current dilemma.

"Do we also have to turn to keep parallel with the enemy ships, and just bring them into the control of our army?"

"It's useless. Now we can maintain the wheeled array navigation is almost the limit. Hurrying steering will bring chaos, and those flying beast troops above you will not miss this excellent opportunity. Alas, it is really convenient to master the air control. ."

The defense forces that always grasp the sky are sometimes suppressed by enemy air units. Thinking of this, Parsifal couldn't help but sigh.

"Besides, even if the reluctance to turn is successful, we are already one step behind. At that time, we will still plunge into the 90-degree angle formed by the two cruiser units of the enemy, and it will still be covered by the crossfire."

The commanders of the enemy fleet are by no means universal, and the various performances from the beginning of the battle to the present have proved this. Old-fashioned, calm, and enough decision. Being able to send such a person to command such a low-level battle fully illustrates the importance attached to this operation by the hands behind the scenes.

(The feeling of being valued is really...)

Parsifal couldn't help but talk in his heart. He has speculated from the other party's prudent performance that the other party's goals are those materials on board, and it is not possible to get the identifiable status of the crew. Once mastering the above secrets, Charlemagne seniors undoubtedly added an ace that could restrict the consortium. As long as you don’t turn your face completely, Charlemagne can use this card to get enough money from the consortium.

It's just that he can't understand. Why did Charlemagne want to play this game with the consortium after the war with the countries? The success of the battle is of course rich. But in the war with various countries, establishing a strong enemy internally is basically a way of death. This is completely a stupid thing that the prodigal son with a big head syndrome can do. What is Charlemagne's senior thinking? Did they learn a lesson from past failures at all?

There was a hint of anger in Parsifal's heart. The duty of a soldier is to obey orders, and it is his destiny to go to the battlefield to bleed and sacrifice. But because the chief’s stupid ambitions sent their lives, and paved the way for more people to the **** of blood, he also called this the "death of loyalty and reputation"... I am afraid this is the biggest insult to those who shed blood and sacrifice And irony. And in this crazy farce designed by big men, he is playing a role of having to send those people to **** in order to survive, for Parsifal who aims to become a historian. The taste is really not pleasant.

"It can only be done..."

Drink dry black tea at a stretch, less of the jerky taste of brandy spreading at the tip of the tongue.

"Right rudder 20, the entire fleet turns around!"

"what?!"

Not only the captains who are not convinced. Captain Fallenheit, who had been so calm, was also stunned.

It was just said that the enemy is waiting for our turn. Why did it match the intention of the enemy at this moment? Which one is this? !

"Excuting an order!"

Parsifal ignored the solidified atmosphere around him. The fighter plane was fleeting. If it wasn't for the one-by-one explanation, if the guy who continued to cooperate with his head turned slowly, he might miss the opportunity and fall into danger.

"Each ship is loaded with white phosphorus incendiary bombs. At 2 o'clock in front of the target, the depression angle is 35 degrees. Three salvos!"

"This, this... what the **** is going on!!"

After stuttering for a long time, Captain Schneider yelled out.

It is already foolish to cooperate with the intentions of the enemy. What the **** is it to fire shells at empty places? Has this guy really thought about fighting well? Which side is he on?

The same problem lies in the minds of every member of the transport fleet. From the beginning, many officers regarded Parsifal as a stubborn child of yellow mouth, and now a series of unreasonable orders have more confirmed their ideas. Some of them began to use their brains to escape from the fleet.

"Don't worry, you don't have any thoughts of going to the enemy or committing suicide."

The calm voice spread across the fleet, and Parsifal put on a high tone and continued to say:

"As long as you follow the orders of the official, you will be saved! If you want to survive, you must first be unimpressed and follow the instructions. Although the current situation is not good, it is our army that will survive the final juncture! We will never lose of!"

"..."

Silence and daze filled the fleet. With the accurate predictions of Parsifal's actions against the enemy fleet, the crew was already somewhat convinced. But the result of this over-abrupt order is good or bad. No one can predict, and no one knows how to be good.

At this moment--

"Right rudder 20! The whole gun door is filled with white phosphorus incendiary bombs, the target is at 12 o'clock, and the angle of depression is 35 degrees. After the steering is completed, the volley is three times!"

Once again, the sonorous voice awakened the officers and soldiers in confusion, and the order and repetition sounded in sequence. The cargo ship slowly turned its bow and sailed parallel to the Charlemagne cruiser.

Parsifal glanced at Captain Farenheit gratefully and found that the other party was looking straight ahead. She shrugged and stared at the dark night sky ahead.

"It really is a fool who can't use troops."

Looking at the navigation lights in the distance, Earl Boarne sent a cold sneer to the fleet of transports who had taken a step late. Since the opponent is so stupid, if he doesn't solve the opponent completely, wouldn't it be more stupid?

"Full speed on both sides! Prepare for near-board battle!"

"Lord, look!"

Boarne looked around, and saw the fleet of transport ships burst into flashes. In the fleeting light, the figure of the ship's head turning around was vaguely visible. After 1 second, fireballs rose one after another in the distance.

"Are they crazy or abandoning themselves? Shoot at the empty ground?"

A staff member shook his head, and the sight before him gave him a trace of pity. I'm afraid the crew on those ships are driven into madness by the step-by-step guillotine-like fear, and can't do anything. Whatever is useless does nothing to start the final vent.

"No, they intend to use smoke as cover to escape."

Earl Boarne frowned and pointed to the firelight and said:

"You see, the impact point of the shells is the straight course of the enemy ship after turning. If we continue to act according to the current rhythm, the enemy ship has already burst into the smoke when the pinch formation is completed. As long as the cabin is completely closed, they will have It is possible to keep sailing in the smoke until we are out of pursuit! And we can’t attack and track the invisible targets. Immediately order the fleet to accelerate the navigation and open all the guns! Order the flying beast troops to do whatever it takes to disrupt the enemy ship. Team formation! Never let them burst into the smoke before our army completes the pinch formation!"

Earl Boarne waved his fists in excitement, reversing the cautious look before. The Earl, who thought that he had seen through the opponent's small tricks, was full of interest in the commander of the transport fleet. He couldn't wait to see who the cunning **** was.

Fifteen ships of the two armies began to race counterclockwise. Leading is the squadron of Earl Boarne, the second is the transport fleet, and the third is the sail cruiser squad. Because they are relatively inside, they can barely maintain the formation of the column while holding the transport ship tightly. The tail of the team.

Both sides were rushing towards the fire. Especially on the Charlemagne side, they finally got their prey close to the dead end. The other party made a gap in the trap and tried to escape. Seeing the cooked ducks flying, the red-eyed Charlemagne wholeheartedly wanted to get stuck, and did not find that the shipping fleet had disbanded the wheel formation and was slowly forming a column queue. Even if one or two people found out, they thought it was the flying beast forces that successfully disrupted the enemy formation.

Earl Boarne looked proudly at the transport fleet. At this moment, the three fleets formed the shape of a letter z. The top row was the fleet under his command, which successfully closed the final escape door of the enemy ship. The prey on the execution platform, the bottom row is the sail cruiser fleet that cuts off all hope of the prey. The two sides have entered the range of the naval gun, and at their feet, the burning flames seem to be the bottom of hell.

It was perfect.

The Earl, intoxicated by the thrill of excitement, almost moved to tears. As an important step in opening up a great future for the country and himself, this battle has no shortcomings, and now there is only a perfect ending. Licking his lips, Boarne raised his left hand, preparing to draw a rest for the battle.

Just as the Charlemagne thought that the goddess of victory lifted her skirt, the wind blew on them.

"This... what's going on?"

Holding the railing tightly from the tragic encounter being thrown out, Boarne shouted. However, no one can answer the honorable Lord Earl. The staff were either thrown out by the violent shock or struggling for their own survival, as did the rest of the crew. No one knows what is going on. Everyone only has the idea of ​​not being turned into a kebab.

Not only was the flagship La Galonioni, Charlemagne's warships and flying beasts were involved in the violent airflow, and the pair of desperate eyes reflected the rising Rida.

"It turns out that the burning forest produces hot air and creates an updraft?"

Captain Falenhett showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and the surrounding crew and other captains also looked incredible.

Theoretically, the ceiling of a floating ship is determined by the ship's load capacity and the output power of Tianjing. It is not impossible to increase the output climb under full load, but it is unable to maintain the height continuously, and there is a risk of damaging the entire floatation circuit. Once the buoyancy is lost. If you are lucky, you will make an emergency landing and wait for the opponent to be slaughtered. If you are unlucky, you will fall directly into a patty. It is with this level of consideration in mind that the one behind Boarne will be bold enough to let his hands down to find the grudge of this overloaded fleet-unable to win and run away, where to find such a good prey?

But they underestimated the force of the transport fleet itself. What was even more terrible was that the concept of "the other party could never climb higher" was preconceived and deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone in the raid fleet.

The most dangerous thing in the world is not the backwardness of weapons or technology, but the rigid stereotypes. Recall those past battles. Charlemagne and his opponents are not so much defeated by advanced weapons and tactics as they are defeated by their own rigid thinking. This time it was the same. Holding the idea of ​​"the other party cannot climb", he risked approaching, and was caught in the airflow generated by the transportation fleet climbing, and fell into a dead end. Under the blaze of blazing fire, it looks like a conspicuous target.

"It's just like doing magic."

Captain Farenheit groaned, before his feelings resonated, Parsifal began to order.

"Target, left and right enemy ships, each ship is free to shoot!"

"Observe!"

In response to Parsifal’s loud and majestic voice, the previous contempt and dissatisfaction swept away. After witnessing the miracle created by the commander, they should return with respect and achievement.

The low sound of the turret operation came from the bottom of the ship. Pasifal closed his eyes in the rumble.

There is no need to give any instructions now, the enemy fleet cannot move in the turbulence. The height difference also prevented them from fighting back. The transport fleet not only occupies a high degree of superiority, but the problem of difficulty in shooting at night was also solved by the fire. The enemy ship’s too eager pursuit made the transport fleet firepower on both sides. With so many favorable conditions, the next thing is probably a unilateral slaughter-style shelling show. Some blood-sucked Parsifal couldn't bear to witness the scene of the other party's slaughter, so he had to pretend to be closed eyes and sip black tea. Use a fresh fragrance to remove the fatigue in the body and the wailing that seems to ring in the ears.

The artillery of the Defence Force did not disappoint the designers of the general equipment department, and the gunners also proved their excellence with action. Except for the fact that at the beginning they missed several shells due to the turbulence of the airflow, they soon corrected the error. In less than 5 minutes, the Dygu Truan and the Monkum were destroyed of all deck structures and masts, and both ships survived because of the explosion of the ammunition depot. Trying to escape from the bombardment of hell, George Legg unexpectedly appeared in a horizontal position in front of the glory of the maneuver because of the change of course. As a result, the bow of the Glory firmly hit the port of George Legg, the bow of the ship. The stilts and bow were crushed on the spot, and the bow seemed to be embedded on the deck of the brother and the brother. Of course, the elven gunners will not miss this excellent opportunity. After two rounds of salvo, the two floating cruisers, which had been in service for only three months, turned into a pile of burning coke. The four sail cruisers, except for the pride at the end of the queue, were not in good shape, and the remaining beast troops were recovered early. The remaining three ships persisted for 3 minutes before disappearing into the vast night sky.

The only remaining La Galisoniere and Jean de Vienne had only one breath, and the morale of everyone fell to the moment the Digue Truuan and Moncalcham exploded At the bottom of the valley, when the rest of the bureaucrats Shen and Shen escaped, they just struggled to survive. Just as the gunner of the transport ship licked his lips and prepared to end the battle, he demanded surrender from the flagship La Galisoniere.

"I demand that my subordinates be treated as captives. If this is not satisfied, our ship will fight to the last bomb, and it will spare no effort to detonate itself."

After 5 minutes, Parsifal agreed to the request of Count Boarne. The shells are almost consumed, and continuing to fight will only increase the variables. If it is not to obtain a more favorable position when negotiating, I am afraid he will agree at the beginning.

At 0:13 midnight, the Marines boarded the Charlieman cruiser with the white flag raised. After disarming the captives and concentrating on the postponement, Parsifal boarded the La Galisoniere. In the captain's cabin, he saw the body of Count Boarne.

The earl sat on the chair, his head tilted to the side, a hole in his mouth leading to the back, a pistol held tightly in his hand, and a golden iris flag was draped over the earl, and the delicate decorative painting on the back was covered with dried blood.

Parsifal took off his military cap and silently paid his respect to the opponent who assumed all the responsibilities, and then withdrew from the captain's cabin, passing through the empty eyes of the captives and the eager eyes of the soldiers. The young lieutenant leaned on the side of the ship thoughtfully Looks into the distance.

"What's wrong? Lieutenant, with such a big Wu Xun, you should be happy."

Turning back to see the tall figure of Captain Fallenheit, Parsifal smiled bitterly:

"Nothing... just a sudden thought of something."

"Oh? I would like to hear the details."

"...I have learned a little history. Whenever a war needs to be waged, people will shout truth or something more important than life, and when people want to end the war, they will shout that nothing is more important than life. Thousands For 100 years, the same thing has always been repeated."

"..."

"I don't want to discuss how stupid creatures repeating these things, I just thought, if so much blood bleeds, should I get something equivalent?"

"Anyway~www.readwn.com~ We won and survived, this is the most important thing."

Fallenheit leaned over and whispered:

"Soldiers and captives are looking at you. Okay, lieutenant, there are many things waiting for us to do. Such as the captive's containment, treatment, spoils handling, and engagement reports. I think the big guys above will not believe this. Whatever happened, I thought we made a false report of war. No matter what, the reward is indispensable. As for the lieutenant, will you get a promotion or a medal, then I don’t know."

"Uh, after we finish cleaning up here, let's go back, and the combat report will please you, Captain. Oh, I don't know how much an enemy ship is worth..."

After a sigh of relief, Fallenheit stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Looking at the languid back, and then recalling Pasifal, who had calmly commanded the fleet, the gracious captain sighed.

Calculating retirement life, Parsifal and Falenheit, who was troubled with how to write a combat report, did not realize that this magic show-like battle formally sounded the horn of war between Yalfheim and Charlemagne. (To be continued)