Voyaging on the sea is a rather tedious affair. At first, it might feel fresh and even surprising.
For instance, those who’ve only lived inland never imagined that waves could sotis be so majestic or even terrifying. They might lean against the ship’s railing, gazing at the endless horizon, marveling at the world’s beauty and wonders.
Everything new is beautiful and intoxicating, enough to turn soone into a poet.
For example, a new car, a new romantic acquaintance, and so new experiences.
But soon, these novelties beco annoying, because none of it changes. The rolling boiled eggs on the plate due to the waves could even foster irritable emotions—making one want to smash them on the table so they stop rolling!
Voyaging on the sea can beco boring, tedious, and frustrating more quickly than one might imagine.
After the initial period, the soldiers’ emotions and mindsets stabilized. We must thank the Federation’s Priest for this, as they often engage soldiers whose emotions seem out of sorts.
This thod helps soldiers erge from a state of agitation, irritability, and confusion.
At this mont, a naval soldier is writing a diary. Writing diaries seems to be a favorite pasti for navy sailors.
One can always find out how many diaries a sailor wrote from shipwrecks or certain places, but you’ve never heard about how much army soldiers love to write diaries.
Because when army soldiers are bored, they can do whatever they want, even leave their base to find so girls. But on the sea, aside from writing diaries, there isn’t much for them to do, or they could re-polish a deck that’s already been polished.
Just as this naval soldier wrote about so beautiful visions for the future, a sound, like the whistle after a boiler boiled, suddenly ca to his ear, sharp and piercing. The ship then violently shook, and in that instant, he was thrown to one side, tumbling to the ground.
The battle alarm sounded imdiately—they were under attack!
"Report the damage..." The Captain stood in the command room looking at the layers of screens. The soldier making reports was right behind him. On the screen, aside from the known green dots, there were no green dots visible ahead.
These useless fools!
The Captain’s expression was grim. Each year, the Military allocates funds to so military and tech enterprises for them to research new products. So indeed are useful, but others... are completely worthless, like the radio positioning system.
No doubt, the enemy maintained radio silence, and this was nearly three days sooner than their initial engagent calculations. The enemy must have sped up.
"The stern has been shelled, and the rear deck is penetrated. We’re conducting ergency repairs..."
Listening to information he couldn’t change, the Captain shook his head, "They’re zeroing in for shelling positions, making the fleet behind us change formation..."
The operators in the command room didn’t act imdiately but reminded, "This will expose our coordinates, Captain."
The Federation is researching radio positioning systems, and Gafura is as well. Clearly, their research results surpass those of the Federation, as they focus more on naval developnt. To maintain their dominance over the world’s seas, they must at least ensure they aren’t falling behind technologically.
Previously, their movent was under periodic silence, communicating every forty-five minutes. Now, if they open the radio, their coordinates would imdiately be exposed on the enemy’s display.
In this period, when a ship exposes its position at sea, it’s greeted with more than just planes or torpedoes.
No aircraft can partake in ship combat now, and torpedoes only have value at close range. Far away, it’s a ga of chance, but one thing doesn’t share such concerns.
This ti, the enemy fired more than a single shell. From the observed impact points, at least six shells were fired as they "do their howork," providing reliable data for the battleships following.
If they fully expose themselves now, the consequences are unimaginable.
"Execute the order!" The Captain’s hand was already on his sidearm. If the operators hesitated, he’d imdiately shoot them and replace with others.
The operators knew they couldn’t change anything and began operating imdiately. Instantaneously, radio waves transmitted outward, intercepted by the fleet behind the destroyer and also detected by the enemy ships that just appeared within visual range.
The Captain adjusted his collar, removed his broad-brimd Navy hat, tidied his hair, and put it back on. "Engines at maximum for evasive maneuvers, and notify all crew to prepare for taking cover and extinguishing fires..."
After he finished speaking, he picked up his binoculars to look at the fleet that had already appeared in the distance, not expecting them to arrive so quickly. Truly, one must not underestimate these "invincible navies" that dominate the seas.
And at that mont, whether it was an illusion or so other reason, the Captain saw so clouds in the sky not far away seem to accelerate slightly. Before he had ti to say anything, the first round of volleys arrived.
No words can describe this feeling. At least two battleships’ volleys brought an oppressive sensation akin to the instant right before a storm suddenly arrives.
All the air froze at this mont, and people’s reaction speeds were also frozen!
He saw those shells, but he couldn’t utter a word or issue any command, as if sothing had gripped his throat.
He had never experienced such a feeling before, so helpless and insignificant.
The next instant, the destroyer on which the Captain stood felt as if it were suddenly pushed back by so strange force. The ship’s hull sank sharply into the water, the surrounding sea level suddenly rising. The soldier making ergency repairs at the stern was lifted by the incoming seawater, and then swept out as the hull re-surfaced.
A huge column of smoke rose rapidly, followed by a magazine explosion. In just one second, a massive burst of light destroyed the destroyer, which didn’t even have a chance to catch a breath, splitting into two from the mid-aft, then sinking.
At this ti, on the Federation Navy ships behind it, one yellowish-brown balloon after another rose quickly. Indeed, the instrunts of the Federation were not as good as the human eye.
On these rapidly rising balloons was an observer who watched with binoculars the distant situation, reporting back to the Captain’s cabin via wired telephone.
These things... honestly are indeed much more useful than those radio positioning systems.
In the observer’s eyes, the fifteen ships coming towards them were divided into three parts, advancing diagonally like an "eight" with an extra leg. They then saw what the nearly-sacrificed Captain saw last.
Those giant ships shook violently, and in an instant, the clouds in the sky were filled with black shells. The second round of volleys ca much faster than expected!
This is perhaps why Gafura can rule the seas; they have rich experience, excellent tactics and execution capabilities, and sailors so outstanding they provoke envy!
Of course, the Captain of the Gafura Royal Navy’s Holy Knight Battleship indeed had a smug smile, as if taking down a small ship with the first volley wasn’t sothing to be proud of.
Apart from these, he also had so curiosity, "These Federations only have so advantages in small cleverness, but those balloons are indeed valuable."
He imdiately recognized the special nature of the balloons; they could help people observe much farther, more quickly, and effectively.
The sea surface is not flat; they can spot the opponent sooner than the Federations, partly due to their surprise, and partly because they have better observation positions. Even seeing the opponent half a minute earlier is enough for them to prepare for gunfire.
If they could also raise these balloons, without a doubt, they could bombard their opponents from even farther away.
The thought of this, the Captain of the Guardian Knight Battleship couldn’t help but think of the plan that Gafura was secretly researching. They planned to develop a disposable, fixed-wing plane that could take off from the sea, serving as a warti reconnaissance outpost.
This plan has already proceeded halfway. It is said the developers have already assured that these seascape take-off planes can take off in lakes and so rapid rivers. It may not be long before they can fly on the ocean.
Thinking of this, the Captain felt more at ease and even had a female lieutenant bring him coffee and desserts.
"An easy battle!" he comnted on the battle while sipping the rich coffee from his silver cup, "After they lose a few more battleships, they will probably leave crying..."
This is his definition of the naval battle; no one has ever been able to defeat the invincible Royal Navy. Past enemies were unable to, and neither will the Federation!
He did not know, this naval battle would not end so easily in victory. They rushed to the offshore of the Alia Region, but those people across the sea were already prepared to die at sea before they ca.
Further behind the Federation Fleet, submarines floating on the sea surface began to subrge. Each submarine’s crew had already written their last letters before departure.
Due to so design and technological limitations, each submarine’s torpedo stock was not ample.
Apart from the torpedoes already loaded in the launch tubes, the additional reserve torpedoes were only in single digits. Once the torpedoes are used up yet the situation remains unchanged, they would initiate suicidal attacks, using submarines to ram those ships.
To ensure this plan is viable, all submarines would reserve one torpedo to be launched at the mont of impact, sinking with the enemy’s ship to the ocean floor.
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