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What? In Rome, a country with a system of military merit, there are also scoundrels seeking qualifications???

The blonde Joan of Arc gritted her teeth and swung her sword to chop, but a fleeing soldier easily blocked it with his shield. He swung the sword in his right hand and slashed at her right wrist. Although it did not penetrate her armor, the huge impact force made her unable to hold the weapon steadily. The sword flew out of her hand with a clang and fell on the beach.

"This guy must be a jerk thrown into the army by some nobleman! He can't even hold a sword steadily! Brothers! Capture her! We will definitely be safe if we use her as a hostage!!!"

Three or four desperate Venetian fleeing soldiers saw hope of survival under the charge of the Roman cavalry, and attacked the blonde Joan of Arc waving swords and shields, scaring her so much that her face turned pale, her lips tightly pursed, and her graceful body trembled uncontrollably.

Chapter 368: Starting over

At this critical moment, Aenarion also saw the chaos in a corner of the team and teleported directly to Joan of Arc's side. The skeleton giant that covered the sky and the sun stretched out a big hand and protected her in his palm. Four scimitars chopped on the giant hand covered with dragon scale armor and Slaanesh flames, and not even a white mark was left.

The blonde Joan of Arc threw a punch, it was just a simple punch, without the help of waist and legs, the punch was very soft, but she still knocked a soldier to the ground with one punch, her physical fitness was still that of a superman.

At this moment, the silver-haired Joan of Arc also rode over. She skillfully controlled the horse under her crotch, and with the help of the speed of the horse's charge, she instantly cast the spell [Holy Spear]. The dark and cold lightning condensed into a terrifying spear of thunder in her hand. She threw it four times in a row. Each spear of thunder, wrapped in the silver-haired Joan of Arc's unparalleled fury, spun, flashed, screamed and tore through the air, like a thunder from the sky, accurately hitting the chests of the four fleeing soldiers!

The moment the lightning spear pierced through their chests, the force carried by it also smashed the four men out like rag dolls! The four defeated soldiers whose chests were pierced by the lightning spears flew dozens of meters in the air before falling headfirst onto the beach, their heads tilted, and they were completely dead.

Seeing that the blonde Joan of Arc was no longer in danger, the silver-haired Joan of Arc snorted coldly and continued to charge at the front line. With a thrust of the lance in her hand, she directly lifted a Venetian fleeing soldier into the air five or six meters high! The body with a transparent hole pierced by the lance was spinning in the air, flying, screaming, dragging a dripping blood line, and smashing on the heads of other Venetian fleeing soldiers. Joan of Arc rode her horse to catch up, and with a sweep of the lance, she directly cut the three fleeing soldiers who were gathered together in half! The warm internal organs and intestines flowed all over the ground from their broken bodies.

Aenarion looked at the silver-haired Joan of Arc who was laughing as she wielded her lance and killed everyone. Then he looked at the blonde Joan of Arc who could even fall off her horse. Combining this with what happened before, he seemed to understand something.

"Did you share all your combat experience with your other half?"

The blonde Jeanne nodded silently.

"Then why didn't you tell me in advance? We've been apart for several days. Haven't you noticed that your body functions have declined? This is so dangerous!"

Aenarion held the blonde Joan in his arms and teleported her back to his warhorse. The proud yet gentle Joan blushed, turned her head aside, not daring to look Aenarion in the eye, and muttered softly.

"I, I think even if we are declining, we won't be unable to defeat a group of Venetian soldiers... Besides! I, I am the invincible saint. How can I not go to the front line because of such a small matter?"

"Don't force yourself. If you really want to go to the battlefield, you should at least practice from the beginning. You still have the physical fitness to knock down a grown man with one punch."

Inarion found it somewhat amusing to look at the two Joans of Arc. One had all the cultural knowledge, one had all the combat experience, and the rest had to be learned from scratch.

After the artillery bombardment and cavalry assault, tens of thousands of Roman auxiliary soldiers and legion soldiers rushed off the ships and seized a beachhead on Crete. The last time the several castles here were built was hundreds of years ago. Facing the rapid development of artillery technology in this era, they were no match at all. The Roman artillery took only one day to destroy a castle built on the east coast of the island and took the city. On the largest island in the Aegean Sea,

A bridgehead was captured to facilitate the transportation of supplies and the arrival of logistics.

At this moment, the Venetians were also panicking. If Crete was completely conquered by the Romans, then they would probably need to sail more than a thousand kilometers without any supplies to return to Venice. This would mean that a lot of the goods in the cabin would have to be replaced with food and water for the sailors, and the shipping capacity would be greatly reduced. Venice was not good at land warfare, and the Romans had two Ottoman Janissary Legions that had fought all over Europe. Crete could not be defended.

There was no other choice, the Venetian Aegean Admiral had to lead his fleet to seek a decisive battle.

Venice has developed very rapidly in recent years because of the support from Genoa. The Aegean Fleet, together with the ships coming to support from the mainland, has a total of ten caravels. These ocean-going sailing ships all learned the method of Aenarion and piled cannons on both sides of the ship. Although they are bulky, the side firepower is extremely terrifying.

In addition, they also had eight Galleons and an astonishing number of ninety Galleons. These were also huge ships with a length of forty to fifty meters, equipped with more than a dozen large oars. They were extremely flexible in the inland sea, but they lacked firepower. They only had three-story turrets at the bow and stern, and each turret had no more than ten guns.

With a total of 108 large ships, Venice's naval strength is astonishing, but only about a quarter of them are the old lich's direct fleet, and the remaining three quarters are private ships of various chambers of commerce and families in Venice.

After becoming emperor, Aenarion also vigorously developed the navy. With the spoils of war seized some time ago, the Aegean Fleet had ten caravels and twenty galleys; the Black Sea Fleet also had this number. Together, there were only sixty large ships. The number of galleys was far less than that of Venice, but the number of caravels was as high as twenty, more than twice that of the Venetians, so the firepower was more ferocious. In addition, the Greek fire technology mastered by each galley was the only naval advantage of the Roman Empire.

The Venetian navy began to gather near the island of Crete and sent a large number of ships to conduct reconnaissance to confirm the location of the main force of the Roman Empire's navy.

Aenarion also sent all his navy to Crete and also dispatched a large number of ships to conduct reconnaissance to confirm the location of the main force of the Venetian navy. Time passed day by day as both sides struggled cautiously. The blonde Joan of Arc, whose disguise had been torn, was no longer in a good mood. She took advantage of this time to learn how to fight from scratch. But the amazing thing was that her swordsmanship improved very slowly. Even the conscripted infantry learned faster than her. But after all, the physical fitness of a level 15 paladin was there, so no matter how bad her swordsmanship was, it was still at the level of a Janissary.

Blond-haired Joan of Arc was slow in learning combat, while silver-haired Joan of Arc had no interest in learning culture at all. Inarion brought her some basic knowledge and wanted to tutor her from the beginning. Anyway, she had a good foundation, so it would be good to train her to be another military advisor. However, she felt sleepy after a few glances and fell asleep on the table. Her saliva soaked the pages, which made Inarion speechless. You two are really schizophrenic.

PS: Please give me a monthly ticket at the end of the month~ I will collect Joan of Arc soon~QAQ

Chapter 369: How to Lose by Riding a Dragon on the Face

The navy assembled much faster than the army. In less than a week, the huge naval fleets of both sides were assembled near the island of Crete. Countless wooden behemoths forty or fifty meters long were bobbing up and down on the rough sea, and thousands of large oars stirred up tens of thousands of waves on the sea.

Aenarion was anxious about the war on the northern land and urgently needed to defeat the Venetian navy in one battle. Venice, whose throat of the Crete Peninsula had been cut off by Aenarion, was also eager to retake this key island. Both sides were no longer passively avoiding war and harassing the harbor, and were preparing to fight it out on Crete!

The extremely large fleets of both sides were lined up in straight lines on the bumpy sea. Venice divided its 108 large ships into three formations: left, center, and right. The left and right formations were slightly weaker. The center fleet was directly under the Grand Duke of Venice, with ten caravels and eight Galleons. Both types of ships were equipped with a large number of artillery, and eighteen ordinary Galleons, totaling thirty-six ships.

Strolling on the left and right wings were various caravans and merchant ships of the chaebols, equipped with a small number of artillery, with thirty-six ships each. Their strength was far inferior to the direct fleet of the Duke of Venice, which had a total of one hundred and eight large ships.

Aenarion also divided his fleet into three parts: left, center and right. In the center were the ten caravels and twenty galleys of the Aegean Fleet, which directly confronted the main force of Venice.

On the right wing, there were ten caravels and twenty galleys of the Black Sea Fleet. Although their number was smaller than that of the enemy, the enemy's right wing was composed entirely of galleys with wooden forts at the bow and stern and equipped with five to ten guns. They were completely not on the same level as the caravels with up to forty side guns.

In the plan of Aenarion and the General Staff, Giovanni, the commander of the Black Sea Fleet, must defeat the Venetian fleet on the right wing as quickly as possible, and then return to the central battlefield for support. Aenarion is really unsure of the central battlefield, because the enemy has as many cannons as his own, and the sailors who helped Venice dominate the Mediterranean for centuries are even more elite than his own!

As for the left wing? The Eastern Roman Empire had ships, but no navy skilled in sailing such large ships to operate them, so the entire left wing was empty and without any support.

be on guard.

"Soldiers! Look! The left wing of the Eastern Roman Empire fleet is completely empty! The right wing is attached to their Black Sea Fleet! The enemy has more guns, but as long as you can hold them off for a while, you will win! The left wing fleet will join forces with the central fleet to attack their Aegean Fleet! Surround them as quickly as possible and annihilate them! Then go back to support the right wing!"

The Venetian Doge of the Aegean came aboard his flagship, the San Marco, and gave orders to the crowd in a domineering manner.

"No matter how you put it, the battle force ratio in this naval battle is 108 warships against 60 warships. The advantage is on me!"

"Great idea, Governor!!!"

The Venetian captains shouted their orders and began to fight, preparing to outflank the Roman fleet with their numerical advantage.

At this moment, Aenarion took out his secret weapon. The thirteen Palaeologus, led by Indrognir, transformed into purple dragons tens of meters long in the midst of lightning and flames. They roared and accelerated on the deck, took off, and fought against the sky. The strong winds raised by the dragon wings made the soldiers stand unsteadily and staggered! The thirteen dragons made a thunderous sound in the clouds and rushed directly towards the Venetian left-wing fleet!

Behind them came the thirty-seven Komnenos led by John. Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, they transformed into more than three-meter-long flaming phoenixes and followed closely behind the dragon. The White Tower armies led by the archmage Caledo also chanted spells, summoning giant eagles, ferocious bats, chimeras and other flying monsters. Following the Palaiologos family, they collectively took off into the air and swooped down towards the Venetian left-wing fleet!

The Eastern Roman Empire did not have a navy or ships to fight against Venice's left-wing fleet, but they had a foundation that Venice did not have. This air force composed of dragons, phoenixes, wizards and various flying monsters was the best way to stop them.

The Venetian sailors screamed in fear as they watched the overwhelming monsters roaring towards them. The naval cannons were hidden in the sturdy turrets and there was no way to raise them to hit aerial targets. Even if they could, the accuracy of the cannons of that era was so low that they could not do anything against the fast-flying monsters.

"All musketeers! Get on deck! Fire into the air!!!"

Captains issued orders in panic, and a large number of soldiers on the ship gathered on the deck, aiming their guns at the flying beasts that were getting closer and closer. It was a terrifying sight to see groups of dragons rushing towards you! Their size was so huge that it was unbelievable. The smaller dragons were as big as houses. The dragons led by Indrognir were only a few times smaller than the galleys under their feet. Their terrifying appearance and powerful strength aroused primitive fear, making the Venetian soldiers tremble all over and filled their hearts with deep fear. However, they still stood firm in their positions under the orders of their superiors, ready to fight.

"When they get closer, closer, open fire!!!"

There was also some fear in the Venetian captain's voice. When the dragon was two hundred meters away from him, he gave an order and the soldiers almost simultaneously lit the fuse and pulled the trigger, detonating the gunpowder in the chamber.

Instantly, a series of flames shot out from the muzzles of the muskets, forming a bright line of fire. Hundreds of lines of fire intertwined together, forming a sea of ​​​​burning fire on the deck. The sound produced by hundreds of muskets firing at the same time was like a huge explosion, deafening, and hundreds of bullets also soared into the sky with rising white mist! Weaving into a dense fire net in the air, the rain of bullets ruthlessly drowned the giant dragons of Paleologus.

However, before becoming dragons, the members of the Valleoli family were also sorcerers. They simultaneously used a shield spell, using magic to weave a force field shield above their heads. A quarter of the bullets missed the target, a quarter of the bullets bounced off the force field shield woven by the shield spell, and a quarter of the bullets could not penetrate the solid dragon scales at all. Only the last quarter of the bullets caused some damage to the dragon. The broken dragon scales and dripping blood fell on their heads like a rainstorm.

"Reload the ammunition quickly!"

The Venetian captain roared loudly, but they had no chance. Thirteen dragons roared in pain, and one after another, the huge beasts retracted their wings and swooped down from the sky with a scream! The distance of two hundred meters was almost gone in an instant!

The soldiers were still pulling the trigger in the last second, and the next second these behemoths had already passed over their heads!

"call--"

One after another, the giant beasts suddenly spread their wings when they were about to hit the ship, allowing their rapidly falling bodies to regain flying state, and even climbed upwards while breathing dragon breath. The terrifyingly high-temperature red dragon flame gushed out from the depths of their eerie dragon throats, like the fire of purgatory gushing out from the depths of hell.

"Roar!!!"

Accompanied by chilling roars and screams, the dragon flames continued to explode and roll, and quickly spread in a cone shape, instantly submerging the vast deck. The soldiers threw away their muskets in horror and crossed their arms across their chests to block, but to no avail. They were instantly swallowed up by the sea of ​​fire. The high-temperature flames instantly ignited their clothes and burned their flesh.

Soldiers screamed in pain one after another. Hundreds of soldiers turned into hundreds of twisted black shadows in the sea of ​​fire, struggling and wailing frantically. The next second, the gunpowder bags on their waists were also ignited by the flames, causing a series of small explosions, blowing the musketeers in half! Broken flesh and internal organs dragged dripping blood, splashing everywhere in the rolling dragon flames and storms!

A giant dragon swept across the deck of a ship, leaving behind a burning ship.

The ruins of the ship were exposed, and the entire deck of the ship was engulfed in flames. Black smoke billowed into the sky, not to mention flammable objects such as sails and ropes, even the wet deck was ignited by the flames. A large number of burned soldiers screamed and dived into the water. The rowers also gave up rowing in the fire and abandoned the ship to escape, trying to use sea water to escape the fire.

However, the Indrognir family is a hybrid of a blue dragon and a red dragon. They control the dual breath of red dragon flame and blue dragon thunder. Blue thunderbolts, or more advanced purple burning lightning, are like rolling thunder crashing into the ocean. Beams of horrible lightning crackle on the sea. The sailors who rushed into the ocean to avoid the flames were electrocuted and soaked in the sea, unable to move, until they suffocated and fell into a coma, and then died.

Thirteen giant dragons swooped down at once, causing ten galleys to burn and stop, but flying at such a low distance was not without cost.

The sailors from the other twenty-six ships seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and fired crazily at the thirteen dragons. Some elite soldiers hired by the caravan also cast powerful magic to bombard them. Dark purple magic missiles whistled across the sky like a meteor shower and exploded into balls of colorful dark purple fireworks on the bodies of the dragons. Two dragons could not withstand the equally powerful long-range firepower of the Venetians and were severely damaged by the concentrated fire during their dives and spitting. They screamed and fell into the sea, causing huge waves hundreds of feet high.

Chapter 370: Greek Fire

At this moment, it was the turn of the people at the back to provide cover. The phoenixes of Komnenos cried sharply in the air and dived towards the places where several spell bombardments were coming from. Their destructive power and killing performance were not as good as those of the dragons of Palaiologos, but their defense and recovery capabilities were despairing. Relying on the constantly regenerating phoenix fire, they managed to land on the deck despite the volley of Venetian muskets. The direct members of the Komnenos family, wrapped in flaming armor and wielding fine golden swords, launched a decapitation operation and rushed to the faces of the captains one by one!

Komnenos' phoenixes attracted a large amount of firepower, disrupting the Venetian mages' spellcasting and creating opportunities for the White Tower mages.

Caledo stood on the back of a giant dragon and muttered to himself. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the temperature of the entire battlefield rose rapidly. Driven by the chief wizard of the Eastern Roman Empire, four broken stars screamed through the atmosphere, leaving four shocking long scars in the blue sky. The clouds in the sky formed a terrifying vortex shape in the process of the fall of the comet. The next second, four giant meteorites as big as houses screamed and tore through the clouds, and reigned above the Venetian fleet!

Four terrifying star fragments rubbed violently and burned as they passed through the atmosphere. The rocks on the surface even caught fire and melted into a soft magma state. Under the stunned gaze of the Venetian sailors, they directly smashed onto the deck of a galley!

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!"

The first meteorite hit the bow turret, and the second meteorite hit the stern turret. The terrible kinetic energy impact instantly blew up the wooden fortress. The shattered wood chips and the high-temperature residue of the molten lava flew everywhere. After falling into the sea, accompanied by the spreading ripples, streams of burning white smoke rose up.

The terrifyingly high-temperature molten flames ignited rapidly, detonating the gunpowder magazines stored at the bow and stern of the ship, causing even more terrifying explosions!

The third meteorite hit the ship a little off-center and landed on the nearby sea, stirring up raging waves. The burning currents knocked the ship to and fro. The terrified soldiers were rejoicing at the burning bow and stern, when the fourth molten meteorite hit the center of the ship and broke it in two!

Under the decapitation attack of the Komnenos Phoenixes and the heavy bombardment of the White Tower Wizards, the advantage on the left wing of the battlefield returned to the Roman Empire. At this moment, the eleven dragons circled in the air and flew back, preparing to dive and breathe for the second time to burn more ships.

The Venetian naval governor stared at the battlefield on the left wing in amazement. He knew that the Romans had many dragons and mages, so he deployed a large number of Venetian mages in the central fleet, carrying a large number of artillery, to counter Aenarion's direct decapitation tactics with these dragons. The dragon ships advanced in coordination and destroyed his central fleet in one fell swoop.

However, who knew that he would actually put these elite troops on the left wing! To attack those unimportant targets! As a result, all the counter-deployments he made in advance were invalid, and the left wing fell into crisis!

However, the Roman Empire's Aegean Fleet was already right in front of them, and they were unable to rescue their left wing. They had no choice but to go into battle. The twenty caravels on both sides began to turn left and right, facing the enemy. Under the captain's stern rebuke, the gunners on the ships quickly loaded shells and adjusted the muzzles. The eight hundred side guns slowly aimed their black muzzles at the enemy ships.

"fire!!!"

"fire!!!"

The moment the order was issued, twenty large sailing ships and eight hundred naval guns fired one after another. In an instant, the entire warship was illuminated by the dazzling flames, and bright flames gushed out from the dark muzzles! The burning flames were hot and dazzling, and the entire sea surface was rendered a dazzling red by the flames!

The gunners were blinded by the intense flames, and the deafening roar of cannons resounded through the sky, destroying their eardrums. The roar of eight hundred naval guns was deafening, echoing back and forth on the sea, creating thousands of ripples. The impact of this sound made people feel fear and shock, as if the entire Aegean Sea was shaking.

Eight hundred shells, surrounded by light and fire, whistled across the sky, or fell into the sea, creating a huge wave tens of meters high, or rammed into the enemy ship, accompanied by huge explosions and flames, making broken wood and rotten flesh splash in all directions. The two fleets fired volleys of naval guns like crazy, sparing no effort to destroy each other, and blasted a sea of ​​death and fire representing terror and despair in the central sea area. The dazzling flames and deafening gunfire intertwined, accompanied by the screams of sailors, the explosion of flames, and the roar of waves, forming a movement of destruction from hell!!!

In the center, the bulky and slow-moving caravels were enjoying their cannon fire, while their fast and maneuverable galleys also avoided the destructive sea of ​​fire in the center, detoured from both sides, and advanced quickly towards the enemy. Hundreds of sailors raised their large oars high up, and when they dropped heavily, they stirred up thousands of feet of blue waves on the sea. The galleys were like arrows shot from a bow, rushing towards the enemy quickly.

At this moment, the Venetian gasserai had the upper hand - this was the product of the extreme development of the galley. It was even larger than the caravel. The three-story turret on the bow could carry twenty-one huge cannons, which was twice the firepower of an ordinary galley. It could quickly attack the enemy while firing fiercely. Its defense was also extremely strong. While possessing rapid maneuverability, it also had more terrifying firepower. The ordinary galleys of the Eastern Roman Empire were instantly at a disadvantage under the bombardment of eight gasserai.

When the two sides entered into close combat, four of the twenty Roman galleys were destroyed, while eight Gasserai galleys were only slightly damaged, and only two of the eighteen galleys were destroyed by Roman artillery fire.

But at this moment, the Roman captains took out their secret weapons: the bows of the remaining sixteen galleys suddenly spewed out black viscous liquid. Those weird things floated on the sea, stuck to the surface of the ships, and sprinkled all over the soldiers' bodies, emitting a strange smell. Some Venetian sailors frowned, wondering what the black water sprayed from the water guns was for, while some veterans widened their eyes in horror and roared loudly!

"Greek Fire! It's Greek Fire!!!"

As the Venetians screamed in fear, the Roman soldiers ignited the sticky black liquid. In an instant, the black oil spewing from the bow burst into flames! The moment the flaming black oil splashed onto the sea and the enemy ship, it ignited all the previous black oil. The billowing black smoke and the screams of the Venetians soared into the sky! Some Venetians wanted to jump into the sea to escape, but the entire sea surface was also burning in the anger of the Greek elves!

After they extinguished their flames under the sea, they looked up, but could only see the billowing flames covering the entire sea surface. They could only die of suffocation underwater in despair. The entire battlefield was in chaos. The Greek fire was burning all over the battlefield, and the surging sea water was boiled by the flames.

On the right wing, the powerful artillery fire of the Black Sea Fleet caused heavy casualties to the Venetian right-wing fleet. Their nimble and maneuverable galleys tried to get close to the caravels to board and fight, but were attacked by the Greek fire of the Black Sea Fleet's galleys. The billowing flames floated on the sea, forming a perfect protective circle, allowing the Black Sea Fleet's caravels to hide behind the sea of ​​fire and bombard indiscriminately!

Within an hour of the battle, the Romans had gained the upper hand on all three fronts: left, center, and right.

Chapter 371: The Battle of Crete

Looking at the battlefield filled with deafening artillery fire and the sea boiling with flames, Aenarion breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had overestimated the Venetian fleet. Even with thirty-six ships fighting against thirty ships in the central battlefield, his fleet had a slight advantage thanks to the Greek fire, instead of the tragic situation he had imagined, where he had to fight hard and wait for the left and right wings to defeat the enemy and then come back to support.

The Governor of the Aegean Sea of ​​Venice looked at the battle situation in front of him with his brows furrowed so hard that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

In the center, twenty caravels were evenly matched in the artillery battle, and neither side gained an advantage. In the battle between galleys, I originally thought that the Gasserai galleys with multiple guns and heavy armor would have some advantages, but I did not expect that they would suffer heavy losses from Greek fire during the boarding battle, which brought the casualty ratio back down.

On the left wing, Indrognir led the dragons and frantically burned large ships with the support of the Komnenos family and the mages.

On the right wing, the Black Sea Fleet, which inherited the Genoese naval legacy, under the leadership of Giovanni Giustinia and a large group of Genoese veteran sailors, also gained an advantage by relying on the number of artillery pieces and that damn Greek fire.

Damn it, the Romans hadn't used Greek fire for hundreds of years. The outside world claimed that Greek fire was lost when the Latin Empire invaded Constantinople and destroyed a lot of information. How did it suddenly appear now? Could it be that this thing was not lost at all, but because the Romans were unable to recover after the Latin Empire and couldn't even put together a fleet, so they lied and claimed that it was lost? After Aenarion built a fleet for them, they immediately equipped it?

Before the Venetians could figure out what was happening in the rolling flames, something even more terrifying happened. The Venetian ships on the left and right wings were all private ships of chambers of commerce and families, which were conscripted by the Grand Duke of Venice to fight in the war. These ships were their lifeblood, and their money-making business depended entirely on these 40-meter-class galleys. Naturally, they were unwilling to fight to the death. Some of them were even instigated to rebel by Roman spies.

Seeing that the battle was going wrong, some of the paddle boats flying various family flags turned around and fled.

The battlefield exposed the two wings of the central fleet to the Roman attack.

"Gather all the mages! All the elite! Charge with me!"

The Governor of the Aegean was horrified. He knew it was only a matter of time before the left and right wings collapsed. If he waited any longer, the Roman left and right wings would directly encircle his most elite central fleet, and by then, the game would be over.

The only chance of victory now is to defeat Aenarion's center army before the left and right wings of our side completely collapse!

Night Raid, Group Six; ⑨④九③'六①'③五 Under his command, all the mages gathered on the caravel San Marco, the flagship of the Venetian Aegean Fleet. The behemoth slowly turned its bow and charged towards the caravel Ulthuan, the flagship of the Roman Aegean Fleet!

"Your Majesty! Admiral! The caravel that's rushing towards us is the San Marco, the flagship of Venice!"

"All ships concentrate their fire and sink it!"

Aenarion thought the other side was a little ridiculous. The area between the caravels of both sides had turned into a battlefield of death that made the sea boil and the sky burn. Hundreds of shells screamed and tore through the clouds, smashing into the ships of both sides and the sea surface. The twenty caravels of both sides suffered considerable damage, and the dense rain of bullets could even block out the sun.

And the opponent's flagship was actually rushing straight across this sea and rushing towards him?

"No! You can't focus your fire!"

Artemisia, the admiral of the Aegean Fleet, immediately raised her objection.

"That's probably a trap. Who would use their flagship as a target? They must have prepared some countermeasures! It takes time to adjust the angle of the cannons. Once we focus our fire on that ship, it will weaken the fire suppression on the other nine ships, and our ship will be bombarded by the enemy's nine ships and 360 cannons like a target. Considering the time it takes to adjust the angle of the cannons, we may even be bombarded three times in vain! If we are bombarded three times in vain by this level of artillery fire, we will lose this artillery battle!"

Aenarion thought for half a second, and immediately chose to trust Artemisia, who was born a pirate and knew the navy best.

"You are the Admiral of the Sea of ​​Love, you decide."

Artemisia frowned and made her decision.

"The Ulthuan and Hyperion leave their positions and ram the enemy ship! The other eight ships continue to bombard! One less ship won't weaken our firepower much, but if we can defeat the San Marco with two ships, we will have a complete advantage. But your majesty, you should take your men from Ulthuan to other ships. The enemy ships must be full of elite troops, which is too dangerous."