In the twilight, Skogar beach was shrouded in a hazy fog. Yesterday''s rainstorm had stopped and turned into a continuous drizzle, drenching everything.
On the beach stands a spire for guarding and overlooking. Below it are numerous fortifications and buildings. Deeper is an open and irregular field. It is difficult for the crops in the field to grow, because the coastal forces of the Empire have fought fierce battles with the deep-sea invaders here for countless times.
Poulos is sitting in the tower overlooking Skogar beach. He has been here since yesterday. The whole night has passed. Now he is cold, hungry and upset. He just wants to finish his routine investigation task, go back to the military camp, have a cup of hot milk and have a good sleep.
He turned the sight glass to the left, aimed at the dark sea surface, and began to observe the sea level slowly again. The picture in the lens has been repeated thousands of times in his eyes. It is also the surging white spray, the slightly shiny reef island under the sunlight, and the foggy sea surface. Everything is calm and peaceful.
Poulos glanced back. The hound had curled up and fell asleep.
"What can I do?" he muttered. "It''s about time. It''s time for me to go to bed."
At dawn, Poulos heard the sound of the soldiers on the stairs. He rubbed his astringent eyes, picked up the kettle and poured it into his mouth. The cold temperature sent a wave of colic to his stomach. Poulos hissed low, ready to make another routine look, and then left immediately.
Once again, he turned the sight glass to the left and slowly scanned to the right along the sea level. When he turned to the midpoint of the sea, the sight glass suddenly stopped.
The scene in the environment made Poulos completely tighten his body and stare hard.
Through the looming mist, the sea level was filled with ships like magic, all kinds of ships, large and small, moving closely and orderly, as if they had been there for a long time.
These ghost like ships seemed to emerge from the seabed. The "omniscient eye" did not give early warning to the coastal forces, nor did the Empire''s ally deep sea Kingdom send any news to the southern line group army.
Poulos stared blankly. He had never been so shocked in his life that he made the soldier incredible and speechless, as if a devil from hell had gripped his heart.
Fear made him tremble. Poulos jumped up from the low stool with a huge range of motion, lay down on the fence and shouted at the soldiers preparing to change their posts: "a ship has landed!"
After shouting a roar, he immediately turned back, regardless of whether the soldiers below didn''t hear it, clenched the magic stone on the sentry tower and sent a message to the headquarters of the coastal forces.
"Sir merry," said Poulos in a trembling voice, "this is Skogar. There are at least 10000 ships on the sea."
"Are you dizzy? Soldier!" the headquarters refuted, "pirates can''t have so many ships, and there aren''t so many ships in the deep sea country. No one in the whole Aladia has so many ships!"
The officer''s suspicion and scolding made Poulos wake up from his fear. "If you don''t believe it, come and see for yourself!" his words were much smoother: "the scum of the deep sea country betrayed the Empire, and those spell casters are all waste. We didn''t get any news in advance!"
The headquarters was silent for a while. The listener seemed to be ordering the people nearby to verify, and then came a communication: "so many ships, where are they going?"
Poulos looked at the sea. His pupil had shrunk into a needle tip: "just face me."
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There has never been such a dawn. In the hazy and gray dawn, the powerful black wing fleet spread out an array outside the five beaches of Skogar with a solemn and frightening momentum.
The sea was full of ships. From the dark beach outside Cherbourg to the estuary of the Benliu River, these warships formed a steel corridor surrounding skjaer. The flags flew all over the sea and crackled in the breeze.
In the misty fog, the towering figure of giant battleships looks like monsters from the deep sea, and the deterrent cruisers and armored destroyers also show their outline in the fog. In the center of the fleet behind them is the great black wing Empire main ship. Compared with ordinary ships, these main ships have been exaggerated in size through continuous improvement, perhaps using "sea platform" To describe it more appropriately.
After that, there were numerous landing ships and transport ships.
A large number of ships arranged on the wide sea made a huge noise and were full of fighting desire. The lifting towers on both sides of the deck turned, and the iron chains on the frame creaked. One landing boat after another was sent out in the swing, which was crowded with skeleton warriors dressed in armor.
Flying dragons fly low across the sea, shuttle back and forth between closely ordered ships, and roar to frighten these undead with low wisdom.
"Line up and wait for orders."
"Line up and wait for orders."
"Line up and wait for orders!"
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"Let the dead charge later."
Garon stared at the quiet beach in the distance. According to the records of several and a half dragons, he issued an order one by one: "then the deep-sea warrior will cover and escort the goblin engineers up to remove underwater obstacles and spell traps."
"After the goblin engineers start working, the landing ship must send the tanks to the beach and be ready to fire deep in the land."
"Thirty minutes after the obstacle removal work, the main forces everywhere were divided into ten batches and began the landing operation at an interval of five minutes."
"Be alert to the enemy''s counterattack. Once the attack begins, we must firmly seize the beach and not relax."
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"Fire coverage first."
The prince of poisonous fire waved his claw to show the beginning of this historic battle.
Strong sound waves rolled back and forth on the coast of Skogar, and the hazy mist was torn up by artillery. A burst of gunfire roared like a storm broke out in the whole attack area. The ships were already ready for battle. Once the order was issued, all armored warships did not hesitate to shoot at the predetermined target, and black clouds began to rise one after another in the beach to the sky.
The cruisers roared against the blockhouses and underwater bunkers of the garrison with the sun never setting. The battleships "Fangfang" and "thorn" destroyed an exposed counterattack gun group with amazing accuracy, while the main ship "imperial grip" threw 600 shells at a time, all hitting the magic position on the reef and rock beach.
Under the cover of artillery fire, the small destroyers began to explore. They increased their horsepower, approached the near point only one kilometer away from the beach, lined up in a line, and poured dense fire on all targets of the shore defense position system.
The plan was carried out in perfect harmony. Ten minutes after the marine fleet carried out saturation strike, another sound rumbled over the fleet. At first, the sound was very slow, like a huge dragon flapping its wings. Then the sound gradually increased and became one after another.
The radiant dragon Corps appeared. They flew directly over the head of the huge fleet. Their heads were attached to tail spines and their wings were attached to wings. There were about 20000 in different colors and sizes. The dragons ignored the artillery rain of the fleet and dropped incendiary bombs on the beaches and Straits trying to counterattack.
This terrible weapon specially made by the Empire weighs about 300 kg and has been mass assembled with the radiation dragon Legion. They will quickly burst into a more terrible high temperature than the dragon breath after contacting the striking object, and have strong adhesion. It can last for five to ten minutes, and its damage efficiency to combustibles is stronger than the blasting bombs launched by the black wing fleet.
Skogar has become a sea of fire with black smoke rising continuously. The flame burns on the water, and the scene is like hell.