In the weather without sunshine, the strong **** smell rushed from the sea, and the rolling gunpowder licked the sea surface, extending infinitely toward the boundless distance.

The surging waves hit the rock wall one by one, creating large blood-red foam.

Flags, horns, mixed with gunpowder smoke, roars, confusion... The dark fleet swayed and undulated on the boiling sea.

Hindre stood on the stern of the ship, watching the battle on the sea and the woman standing on the far shore.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and the fighting is getting more and more tragic.

At first, the Golan used ten ships as a small fleet. Under the cover of shells and arrows, they attacked in a seemingly disorderly manner, but always maintained a unified pace, taking the Sistine in a seemingly loose path. The fleet crashed into a gap.

A gap appeared on the right flank of the enemy fleet, and hunting flags fluttered in the wind, accurately conveying the order to concentrate on the right flank.

In this era, the weapons on warships are quite limited. Bows and arrows, catapults, arsonists, spears, and catapults, etc., it is very difficult to rely on these weapons to sink enemy ships.

The ramming battle and the gang battle were still an important part of the decision to win or lose. The reinforced iron bow slammed violently towards the enemy ship, and sawdust flew.

The sky was dark, black clouds rolled, and the sky echoed with the sound of muffled thunder.

On the vast sea, there were countless cold lines of defense built by armors and shields, and in the smoke of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood, there were full of backs struggling to kill.

The screams came one after another, and blood splattered on the deck and sank into the waves.

long. The gun pierced the enemy's chest, and Eggers was covered in blood. He let out a brutish roar and picked up the body, "God, Eggers, please bless Golan."

Eggers stared at the grand scene in front of him that seemed like the end of the day. This time, his eyes were no longer the heartyness of the unforgettable battle, but the solemnity he had never seen before.

Hundreds of warships were intertwined on the vast sea, and thick blood dyed the deck under their feet hot.

Whether it is military or combat power, the disparity is too great, and it is reluctant to rely on unexpected tactics and self. Killing attacks maintain the current tug-of-war situation.

But no one knows better than Eggers that in the face of absolute power, they seem so vulnerable.

The bravery of the Sistine Navy lived up to its name, and Eggers was deeply shocked on the battlefield for the first time.

The huge number of Sistine Navy not only has a much stronger combat readiness than Golan, but the highly organized battle formation makes it difficult for them to take a bite out of the Sistine Navy.

Everything was worse than expected. Even Wen Lin taught Golan's naval commanders a lot of lessons and practiced with them.

But after all, time is still not enough, they are still too far behind.

Eggers' eyes were scarlet, and he seemed to be waving tirelessly. Guns, blood stains mixed with gunpowder smoke.

Field's long sword threw and penetrated an enemy who was attacking from behind Eggers. He panted, wiped the blood and sweat from his face, and kicked away the enemy attacking from the front.

"General Eggers, are you praying? I've never seen you believe that?"

"If we can win, I swear, I'll believe it."

Looking at the endless stream of enemies, the two smiled at each other, and the chaotic state continued.

The Sistine generals were far less calm than they were at the beginning. The Golan army, whom they despised and ridiculed, became more and more vicious, even dragging their mutilated bodies to fight.

The solid iron shells swept across the head rapidly, the shells penetrated the siding on the side of the ship, and the sea water poured in violently.

The sound of swords colliding resounded throughout the sea, people continued to die, and new soldiers continued to fill the gap.

Sindre's expression gradually became solemn. He quickly adjusted his tactics, closed the originally opened one-line front, and concentrated his firepower to prepare for a strong landing.

The invincible armada that closed the front line appeared indestructible, and they pushed toward the coast like a terrifying tsunami.

The situation of the battle was completely reversed, Vicia narrowed her eyes, and her eyes fell on countless broken limbs through the hazy gunpowder, on the blood-stained royal lion flag, and on the invincible fleet that seemed to devour everything.

The entire sea area roared like thunder, and several Golan ships tried to block the pace of the invincible fleet.

Without exception, they were all sunk by their terrifying concentration of fire, shattering into pieces.

Vicia watched the changing situation on the battlefield and raised her hand to give an order for support.

She stood on the overhanging wall, with a resolute and tall figure like a sharp king sword, solemn and resolute, the armor on her body shone with a dazzling and sacred light in the dark, and it seemed that a layered skirt was swivel and spread out under her body.

Facing the endless sea with turbulent waves and the threatening enemy fleet, the queen never changed her face, and her fighting spirit was burning as always.

Vicia clenched her sword tightly, got on her horse, and before everyone could react, she galloped toward the coast.

Like a war sword slamming out of its sheath, stepping on blood and gunpowder, inspiring everyone in the roaring sea breeze,

"My dear soldiers, if we can't meet on the battlefield of victory, let us say goodbye one by one in heaven."

Light and shadow flickered in Visia's eyes, and she cast her gaze to the farthest, as if she wanted to see something else through the clouds.

The Queen boarded a three-masted sailboat, and she stood on the bow to show her determination in action.

"Don't retreat, fight to the death!"

"Kill!"

The sound of killing shook the sky, the blood-red turbid waves were split, and the ship where Vicia was the first to hit Sistine's fleet.

In an instant, the soldiers confronted each other, and the roar seemed to split everything, and the stirring water mist swept into the mouth with the wind.

The rolling smoke engulfed Vicia's figure, and the emotions of the Golan soldiers boiled again.

Queen Vicia's move is undoubtedly to hang her own life on the tip of the knife, trying to use this to save the tide of the battle.

The Sistine generals, who had witnessed everything with their own eyes, were full of blood, and they attacked the ship where Vicia was in a frenzy.

Vicia's physical presence on the battlefield seemed to them to be truly insane, a last-ditch effort to despair over the doomed defeat.

Rather than taking her ship to pieces, they wanted to capture the Queen of Golan alive, a feat that would go down in history.

The invincible fleet, which had been unable to land for a long time, gradually ran out of patience during the long-term battle. They were red-eyed, and they pursued Visiah according to Sindre's instructions regardless.

They did not find that the ship where Vicia was retreating seemed to be retreating in a panic, but in fact it had been guiding them towards the center of the Golan ship.

When they reacted, Vicia waved decisively, accompanied by the sound of piercing the air, the dense shadow of arrows passed through the sails, pressing the low-hanging clouds to the enemy ship howling, followed by the enemy ship. Cannonballs already prepared.

The fleets of the two countries were biting each other tightly. Several ships were torn apart by the deafening sound of cannons. There was a series of cracking sounds from the sea, and the sound of falling into the water. The main ship of the Sistine retreated in horror.

Broken body, blood spattered, devastated.

At the moment when the enemy relaxed his vigilance, with a weak posture, he suddenly swung the knife towards their throat.

It is a pity that Sindre, the main commander of the invincible fleet, withdrew unharmed, and he cursed in anger.

In addition to his anger, Xin Delie stared at the figure in the raging flames with lingering fears. For him, this was simply an unbearable humiliation.

With red eyes, he gave the order coldly. The secretary beside him was horrified, and he reminded with a trembling, "But our ship is still there, and there are still many of our soldiers on it."

"Right now, I don't want to say it a second time," Xin Delie's eyes became extremely deep, revealing the color of paranoia and madness, and the whole person showed a distorted morbid state.

Vicia's actions obviously angered him, making the one-eyed commander frantic.

Before she had time to retreat, there was a dull sound of breaking wind above her head, Vicia stood still and turned around, and countless iron cannonballs swept in like a turbulent vortex.

In the next moment, the ship swayed violently, and the sound of mourning could not be heard.

Eggers, who was guarding in front of Vicia, was suddenly hit, and one arm was torn apart by the huge impact, and his flesh flew out.

"Your Majesty, run."

Immediately afterward, countless solid iron bullets flew towards Visia's position. Eggers was stunned, watching Visia stumbled in a hurry, struggling to pounce.

"No," his pupils dilated suddenly, and even his breathing stopped, a hysterical cry.

It seems that the next moment, it will be a **** tragic situation.

Eggers closed his eyes tightly, and there were countless explosions in his ears.

Suddenly, a familiar humming came into his ears, and Eggers opened his eyes in disbelief.

A figure stood in front of His Majesty Vicia, blood was spilling from her lips, and without waiting for everyone to react, she jumped up with her arms around Vicia, and shuttled between the sails.

The posture that is close to the arrival of the gods, it seems that time has stopped at this moment, and everyone's expressions are frozen on their faces, at this moment of life and death decisive battle.

The wind blew her long hair and rolled her robe, and at this turbid and dark moment, a beam of light tore all the darkness.

Vicia seemed to be crying and laughing. In this blood-soaked smoke, at the moment when she was unwilling to face death, Wen Lin's figure appeared.

"Your Excellency, I..."

Her throat was choked with pain, and Vicia opened her mouth in vain, not knowing whether it was the sea breeze pouring into her mouth, or because of the astringency and pain in her heart, she couldn't say a complete sentence.

From beginning to end, Wen Lin's complicated and gloomy eyes stared at Vicia. She sent Vicia back to the shore, gave her a deep look, and turned her head to step into the battlefield at sea again.

Vicia hurriedly grabbed her, and when the bloodstains touched the corner of Wen Lin's mouth, she let go in panic, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, don't go."

Immediately, Vicia ordered in a deep voice, "Go to the medical officer, be quick."

It was Wen Lin who blocked the iron cannonball coming towards her and was hit more than once.

Vicia knew that Wen Lin's physique was different from ordinary people, but the shells that could easily take the lives of ordinary people hit Wen Lin. Vicia didn't dare to think deeply about what Wen Lin's clothes looked like at this time.

"Your Excellency, you shouldn't have come back, why did you come back?" Vicia's expression became distorted in a short moment.

She tried her best to control her emotions, holding Wang Jian in one hand and looking at Wen Lin without blinking.

Blood swelled in her heart, and Wen Lin pressed herself down, anger, distress, and lingering fears... A variety of emotions were intertwined with her body.

God knows how much Wen Lin is afraid of what the consequences will be if she arrives a moment later.

The position of the temple was beating with a tight rhythm, and faintly, a dark light flashed across Wen Lin's eyes.

She pushed away the medical officer who came forward, stared at Vicia, red lips moved,

"Your Majesty, I promised that victory belongs to you, and you shouldn't make decisions behind my back."

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The author has something to say:

Woohoo, I'm really an ideal in the world~

Originally, I decided to make the second shift in the past few days, but I ate a total of two barbecues in the first two days. Today, I have a stomach problem and it hurts for a long time.

I'll see the situation tomorrow, if it doesn't hurt anymore, I'll watch it again!