Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1679 1680 is enough

The missile flying from a distance directly hit the bridge of the battleship. The huge explosion engulfed the steel-welded tower, causing the tens of thousands of tons of sea monster to emit a creaking sound of twisted steel.

On the turret pointing to the side, the huge cannon that had just fired was being loaded. The densely packed anti-aircraft guns on the side were like decorations and did not react at all to the incoming missiles.

Although this battleship was launched only a few years ago, its technology is still too old: for a battleship, its technology is very advanced, but for modern naval warfare, its performance is too backward.

The anti-aircraft artillery groups, although numerous but ineffective, could not intercept the incoming anti-ship missiles at all. Those gun barrels pointing to the sky like a jungle could only give courage to the sailors on the warships.

The fact that a battleship was named after the Empire was enough to prove how much hope was placed on it. But it was indeed too old, so old that it could no longer see the future.

"Captain...an ammunition depot of an anti-aircraft gun on the side exploded...the fire is out of control and the speed will soon be affected." The adjutant came over and brought some not-so-good news.

The missile hit the middle of the battleship when it turned, and hit the anti-aircraft gun position vertically, destroying several anti-aircraft guns.

The explosion caused the shells stored on the anti-aircraft gun positions to detonate. Now the side of the warship was on fire and the fire was quite serious.

"Let the damage control personnel rescue as much as possible. We are close to the enemy..." The captain was still looking at the rough sea, without turning back, and just said so.

"Yes! Captain." The adjutant took the order and left.

"After the turn is completed, the two turrets at the back will open fire immediately! Still at the previous coordinates!" After the captain issued a new order, he raised the telescope, as if he wanted to see the enemy on the other side of the sea.

Unfortunately, they are still more than 20 kilometers away, and he can't see the Tang army's destroyer at all - the current sea conditions are not very good, even if the distance between the two sides is closer, he actually has no way to see the target with his naked eyes.

The newly built battleship was equipped with a new type of radar, which roughly detected the location of the enemy ship before it was jammed by electronic interference.

So based on his experience, he bombarded the possible locations of the enemy ships. He didn't know whether he hit them or not, but he could only rely on these limited parameters to continue firing.

What else could he do? He could only rely on the weather to cover him even getting into range, and he was lucky to get a chance to fire.

Fleets much stronger than his were annihilated in good weather without even knowing where the enemy was. Several aircraft carriers and hundreds of planes could not even launch a decent attack.

The truth was so cruel that he had a chance to fire now, which was already a very fair duel. So he had no right to complain, and he was not here to complain.

When he was carrying out this mission, he knew that he and the battleship he commanded were doomed. He had the courage to accept the order and came here, and he was actually ready to die.

Since he dared to die, he had nothing to fear. He wanted to play his best role here, intercept the enemy's fleet, or paralyze Hot Wind Port.

Encountering this large fleet was just an accident. In fact, his fixed target for this trip was the nearby Hot Wind Port. He wanted to bombard it and cause the greatest damage, so that the Tang army could not use the port in a short time, thus buying precious time for the surrounding friendly forces.

Even if he had to take a step back, he would do his best to prove the existence of the Elf Navy so that the Tang fleet would not dare to easily go south to threaten the Osa naval port, which actually had no defensive power.

Anyway, he had to do something...

As he dragged the wounded battleship, he staggered and turned, aiming his bow at the Hot Wind Port dozens of kilometers away. All the guns on this battleship were aimed at the direction where the enemy fleet might be.

"Boom!" The 380-caliber cannon roared in despair, and the smoke-filled warship was making its final struggle. This was the farewell of the old era to the new era, full of unwillingness and the loneliness of being destined to leave.

The shells fired earlier landed about 7 kilometers away from the Tang army destroyer, and now these shells happened to fall about 5 kilometers away... It seemed to be getting closer and closer, but nothing seemed to have changed.

The two escort destroyers of the Tang army did not continue along the original route. Instead, they made a 180-degree turn and aimed the anti-ship missiles on their other side at the incoming targets.

After turning, the falling shells were left far behind them. The towering water column was getting farther and farther away, looking like a joke.

Fine rain began to fall from the sky, barely leaving a trace when it hit the clothes. But the rain finally came, along with surging waves and an unfair duel.

After firing a few more shells, an anti-ship missile directly hit the No. 3 turret on the battleship. No one knew what was ignited, and thick smoke rolled straight into the sky.

The speed of this relatively new battleship has slowed down. It can no longer rush at a speed of 50 kilometers. Now it is like an old man on his last legs, moving with difficulty towards a distant target.

Those places that seemed so close in the past now seem far away. The elf captain standing on the bridge has a wooden expression, as if he is waiting for his last moment to come.

"It's still 35 kilometers away from Hot Wind Port... Sir." When the adjutant reported the news to him, the warship under his feet suddenly trembled. Everyone subconsciously reached out to hold on to the wall beside them, and then a deafening sound drilled into their ears.

No one knew what caused the explosion, but the situation of the battleship was already very grim. The middle of the hull was burning, and the tail had been engulfed in thick black smoke.

"Can't hold on anymore..." The captain of the Yangmu battleship gave a bitter smile. It can't be said that his luck was bad, but in fact he did lack a little luck.

If... they hadn't encountered this transport fleet, they might have really had a chance to get close to Hot Wind Port and use artillery to prove the value of their existence.

"Keep firing! Adjust the direction of turrets No. 1 and No. 2... Aim at Hot Wind Port! Open fire as soon as you get the chance..." Staring at the sea in the distance, the captain of the battleship Yangmu decided to make a final struggle.

Even if only one shell landed in Hot Air Port, it would be enough.