Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1680 1681 The Road That Never Ends

But less than a minute after he gave the order, two more anti-ship missiles hit the battleship that was about to become a fireball.

One missile hit the No. 2 turret, and the other missile hit below the bridge. These two missiles caused greater damage to the battleship and at the same time had a greater impact.

The billowing smoke and dust obscured the entire bridge, and the choking toxic gas made it impossible for everyone on the bridge to continue their command work.

In desperation, the command center had to move, which might have a more serious impact on efficiency than the battleship itself being damaged by missiles.

The raindrops falling from the sky could not extinguish the raging fire on the battleship. The increasingly strong winds and waves tortured the already tattered hull. In the narrow corridor inside the battleship, the sailors passing by were tortured by the sound of steel twisting and collapsing, and waited for the arrival of the final moment in fear.

Finally, a bulkhead collapsed and seawater poured in through the gap. The damage control personnel rushed to the corresponding position immediately and closed the hatch to block the backflow of seawater.

For safety reasons, the ammunition depots under the No. 2 and No. 3 main gun turrets have begun to be filled with water, and the fire there has indeed been brought under some control, but the speed of the entire battleship has slowed down and the firepower has been seriously affected.

Now both turrets No. 2 and No. 3 are out of service, and only turrets No. 1 and No. 4 on the entire battleship are still functioning normally.

But the battleship's bow is pointing towards the hot wind port, so only the No. 1 turret at the bow can fire at the hot wind port, and the No. 4 turret at the rear of the battleship cannot help.

The optical sight above the battleship's bridge was obscured by thick smoke and could no longer be used normally. More than half of the battleship's fire control was paralyzed, which also seriously affected the use of the remaining firepower.

  Everyone knows that if they continue like this, they will be doomed. This was certain after they left the Osa Naval Port. The problem is, when death is imminent, how many people have the courage to face the arrival of death calmly?

"Sir! The main gun of turret No. 1 has completed loading and is aimed at Hot Wind Port... It is about two kilometers away from the range." The adjutant hung up the phone and reported to his superior.

The elf captain doesn't like the current command room very much. He prefers to stand in the command tower, where he can see the endless sea he loves and breathe the refreshing air.

Now this place is inside the ship, closed and depressing, which makes him very unhappy. But there is no other way, he has no better choice now.

The lights above their heads flickered, making everyone nervous for a moment: the battleship's power supply had begun to become unstable, which was not a good sign.

But they still have hope. As long as they can hold on for a while, they can fire two shells at Hot Wind Port. With the destructive power of the 380-caliber main gun, two shells are already very deadly.

If they are lucky, these two shells can even destroy most of the port, preventing the enemy from using the dock for several days.

  Of course, if they were luckier, they could even launch a second round of salvos, which would have four shells and would double the damage!

Just when he was imagining whether there would be a third round of salvos, or even that he would charge into Hot Wind Harbor and wreak havoc, two missiles suddenly attacked from the front of him and directly hit the No. 1 turret with its gun barrel raised.

On the old defensive turret of Hot Wind Harbor, behind several muzzle-loading guns that existed since the Cyric era, next to a command vehicle with a high radar antenna, the twin launch boxes supported by hydraulic rods have been blackened by the tail flames of missiles after launch. Inside the command launch vehicle, the commander of this shore-based anti-ship missile launch position stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the target on the radar screen with a serious expression: "Can you confirm the results of the battle?"

"The weather conditions are bad, and there are no planes nearby to confirm the results of the battle..." the subordinate beside him replied with some regret.

As the port closest to the front line of the Tang army, Hot Wind Port certainly could not be undefended, and the battlefield that the Yangmu battleship expected did not exist at all.

The Tang army deployed anti-ship missiles on the ancient artillery batteries of Hot Wind Port. Even if the Yangmu really reached the outskirts of Hot Wind Port, they would not be able to really destroy the port.

The oncoming anti-ship missiles instantly shattered the psychological defenses of all officers and soldiers on the Yangmu battleship. They thought they had a chance to exchange their deaths for a tiny victory, but in the end they discovered that their expectations were just an illusion.

With a huge explosion, the Yangmu battleship, which had almost lost its forward speed, turned into a huge fireball. In the increasingly heavy rain, it broke and sank, and finally disappeared in the rolling waves.

Soon, the Tang army's destroyers arrived at the oil-stained waters and began to salvage a small number of elf soldiers who had fallen into the water.

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The Yangmu Empire Navy general in a snow-white uniform reported to Yangmu I the results of the Navy's surprise attack plan: "I am sorry to bring this news... Your Majesty, our last battleship, the Yangmu, was confirmed to have sunk a few hours ago."

Yang Muyi was not surprised. This was just a desperate adventure. "Any results?"

The admiral shook his head. "I don't know about that. The Tang army said on the radio that they had sunk the Osa. They salvaged about 300 crew members. The rest of the officers and soldiers are probably in danger because of the weather conditions."

"I understand...you go down." Yang Mu Yishi sighed slightly. He pushed out the few chips in his hand, but lost all his money again and again.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The general nodded and agreed, but did not leave the room immediately. Instead, he hesitated for a moment and continued to persuade: "Your Majesty... the navy's large warships have been lost. We have to consider the safety of Osa Port and other coastlines."

Yang Mu Yi Shi waved his hands helplessly, looking like he had let it go: "It's a waste of energy to think about it. The enemy can attack any position, and we don't have the ability to defend everywhere. The result will be the same."

"But Your Majesty, if you don't respond, sooner or later..." The general wanted to continue speaking, but was interrupted by Yang Mu I.

Having lost another warship, Yangmu I felt that all his years of saving money to build a navy was a complete joke: "I know, but now we can't spare any extra troops to reinforce the coastal defenses. We can't even take back Hot Wind Port, so it's a joke to want to hold on to Osa."