Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 405 Turning around?

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The uniform and rapid sound of trumpets wailed in the cold night wind. On the decks of the ships, there were the sounds of chaotic footsteps, metal rubbing and the shouts of officers.

The soldiers poured out of the cabin, sleepily but with instinctive movements, hurriedly putting on heavy scale armor and grabbing scimitars and shields.

The gunners rushed to the magic gun positions on both sides of the ship, lifted the waterproof tarpaulin, and frantically checked the complex rune arrays and energy crystals.

Although they had just experienced a major defeat, as Persian Gulf warriors, they still had a certain morale and would not become flustered by the sudden enemy attack.

"Light up the sea! Shine all the lights towards the distant sea!" Uli rushed to the side of the ship and yelled at the top of his lungs towards the people below.

The uneasiness in his heart was as turbulent as the cold sea water.

On top of the three main battleships, mirrors inlaid with shining crystals slowly rotated under the drive of runes. Thick beams of light were like sharp swords, piercing through the inky darkness and sweeping towards the southern waters where the horned eagle riders last disappeared.

Soon after, more and more beams of light lit up, interweaving and swaying on the sea, trying to capture any suspicious shadows.

At this moment, a lookout screamed almost out of tune: "Enemy ships! Northwest! Those Debes!"

At the edge of the dazzling beam of light, at the junction of light and darkness, pitch-black spots are emerging silently.

After crossing the boundary between light and darkness, their true appearance was finally revealed - slender, low streamlined hulls. These were ships that had abandoned their defenses and increased their speed to the limit.

They were already too close! So close that Uli could even see the weapons reflecting cold light on the enemy's deck and the figures of soldiers waiting in battle array!
"Ulidar, do you want to fire?" an officer asked in panic.

"It's too late!" Uli said calmly.

He saw that the Debe ships suddenly accelerated after being discovered, their bows splitting the waves like arrows shot from a bow, and pierced directly into the array of frigates outside the Persian Gulf.

The opponent's commander obviously calculated their reaction time accurately, with the goal of quickly approaching their outer fleet group and making them afraid to use magic crystal cannons to bombard them.

Uli had considered whether Debe would take advantage of the victory to attack their fleet, so he sent a large number of horned eagle riders to conduct reconnaissance on the sea surface of Sterchi Port.

But he never thought that Derby's main fleet would come around from behind, because if Sturge Castle was occupied by them, they would be doomed to suffer the consequences of attacking them from behind when they were at their peak.

But it just happened that they had just suffered a defeat today and lost the most important Master Dianlu and Sword Master Taidar.

But it's impossible no matter how I think about it!

News like this from the front line is often time-sensitive. Even if Debe's main force knew that they had suffered a defeat, the time from receiving the news to making decisions and then taking action was not enough for these main forces to launch a night attack on them so quickly.

Uli suddenly felt a chill deep in his bones.

Because he thought of one thing, that is, the enemy commander had already led the main force towards their sea area before the Battle of Sturge Castle ended.

The reason why the other side dared to do this was that they believed that they would inevitably lose the Battle of Sterch City.

What arrogance! What frivolity! What self-confidence!

"Let my brave men show these Debe guys the power and scimitars of the Persian men! Let the gunners of the main ship aim at the distant sea and launch a covering bombardment! Let those Medusa priests be ready to provide petrification support at any time!" Even though he felt confused and overwhelmed by all sides, as the commander-in-chief of more than 100,000 people, Uli still performed his duties.

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Bernard stood at the bow of the ship, his posture as tall as a javelin. The sea breeze ruffled his silver-threaded temples. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the huge Persian Gulf fleet in the distance. There was no ripple on his face, which was as firm as a rock.

He put down the telescope in his hand, and his voice was as steady as the deep sea:
"Order, assault fleet, spearhead formation. Target, engage the enemy's frigate. Main fleet, deploy left and right wings, disperse positions. All gun positions, lock onto the enemy's main ship, fire!"

"Woo-woo-woo-woo-" A series of short and sharp whistles instantly resounded throughout the Debe fleet, more efficient and deadly than the horn in the Persian Gulf.

The most elite and fastest assault ship, with its sharp horns flashing cold light and shaped like sharp arrows, rushed towards the small ships outside the Persian Gulf fleet without hesitation.

Debe's five main ships hidden in the darkness began to mobilize crystal cannons engraved with magic patterns and driven by magic crystals.

“Rumble, rumble—!”

A dull roar was heard continuously, and the gun ports on the side of the Debe ship opened at the same time. Countless condensed magic energy beams tore through the night sky and covered the three Persian Gulf flagships whose positions had been exposed long ago at an even faster speed.

Accurate, fast and efficient!

Flames of explosions burst one after another on ships in the Persian Gulf!

Wood chips and metal fragments flew everywhere, and the screams instantly drowned out the horn.

The deck gun position of a main ship was hit directly. The dazzling energy burst swallowed up the gunner and the magic cannon, blasting a huge gap and flames rising.

The most important reason why Bernard was nominated by His Majesty Haaland as the governor of this national war, apart from the fact that the two were personal friends, was that the governor had a very calm and cautious character, and was decisive at critical moments.

Bernard knew very well that the Persian Gulf Empire's fleet was far stronger than Derby's, whether in terms of the size of the ships or the shooting power and distance of the magic crystal cannons, which were more than twice as strong as Derby's.

Therefore, they could only seize the first round of close-range bombardment hidden in the darkness, which was also the last round of bombardment. Otherwise, after their specific position was exposed, their fate would probably be to feed the fish in the sea.

It was not until this moment that he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The continuous bombardment from the five ships successfully destroyed most of the naval guns on the enemy's main ship.

"Sir Faan, it will be up to you to cast the magic barrier from now on." Bernard looked at the court mages beside him.

The mages nodded slightly and began to chant collectively. Almost at the moment when a blue half-moon shield covered several flagships, the opponent's fleet launched a counterattack.

Boom boom boom!
The dull roar was continuous and more deadly than Debe's artillery fire!

However, the number of magic crystal cannons of the Persian Gulf Fleet was destroyed from hundreds to a dozen now. Facing the most defensive magic barrier collectively cast by the court mages, it was really a bit stretched.

It could only produce beautiful flames on the magic barrier, but it couldn't break the tortoise shell. This was why Bernard targeted the enemy's cannons instead of destroying the soldiers on the deck. If hundreds of magic crystal cannons were fired at the same time, even the legendary Lord Faan would not be able to withstand it.

The distance between the two sides' frigates was also unusually close.

The first to fight were the arrows. Countless arrows rose into the air in the dark night and shot at each other. Continuous muffled groans were heard and blood dyed the deck red.

In order to prevent slipping on the deck, the Persian soldiers all wore special non-slip leather shoes. With a dull "bang", everyone knew that the enemy ship had collided with them.

The air suddenly stagnated, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing.

Suddenly, there was a dull thud, earth-shattering chopping, flying blood and flesh, and tumbling heads. All kinds of sounds filled the sky above the sea, screaming, roaring, as turbulent as a storm.

In this boarding battle, each side sent out its leading troops except for the extraordinary warriors. The goal was to seize the opponent's ships as quickly as possible and undermine their fighting will.

The plasma flowed along the deck like blood, carrying with it steam, making the deck even more slippery, but Debe's follow-up troops did not retreat at all, and jumped onto the enemy's deck one after another.

"Stop them! Stop them! Let these two-legged sheep of Debe know the bravery of the men of the Persian Gulf!" The Persian Gulf officers roared.

"Attack! Attack!" Officer Debe urged with all his might. They knew that as long as they got close to the enemy fleet, they would have no choice but to fight for victory with blood and flesh, even if there would be heavy casualties.

Because once the distance is widened, the opponent's ships, which are superior to Derby's, will make them realize what it means to be powerless.

The fighting spirit of the two sides was obviously different. The Persian Gulf army, which had just suffered a defeat, was a little depressed, while the morale of Debe's soldiers was high and getting stronger.

In addition, the martial arts level of the Debei soldiers was one level higher than that of the Persian Gulf soldiers, which resulted in the Persian Gulf soldiers falling down continuously as soon as the fight started, resulting in heavy losses.

The battle line was constantly pushed forward, and the Persian soldiers felt like reefs on the sea, being beaten by endless huge waves.

"Where are our Half Moon Warriors?! Where are our Medusa Priests?! Let the gunners fight back! Does the Empire keep you just to play with women?!" Mulan hid in the command room to direct the battle. Looking at his own side that was increasingly at a disadvantage, the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

Since the war began, he had sent people to look for the group of Medusa priests, but they have not shown up until now. It's like they collectively jumped into the sea!
The sound of cannons overhead never stopped, and the powerful roar made his ears ring. If this room had not been made of magic metal and engraved with sacrificial secrets, he would have been sent to the kingdom of God in Eternal Heaven by a single cannon.

As he roared anxiously, the artillery fire above his head stopped.

"Ulidar, Master Ivra is here!"

An officer stumbled in, and before Uli could smile, his heart sank to the bottom of the sea because of his next words.

"Our soldiers can't stop the attack of these Debe guys. The enemy soldiers have already seized most of our ships. Ulidar, let's retreat now!"

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"Coach De, we will definitely win!"

As the situation became clearer, the Debe officers could not stop smiling.

The opponent's will to fight was far weaker than they had imagined, which was probably due to the loss of two legendary warriors. Therefore, Debe's soldiers hardly encountered any tough guys who would fight to the death.

Their flags were rising continuously on the enemy's ships, surrounding the three huge main ships in the center, like mulberry leaves being eaten away by silkworms.

The situation for the Persian Gulf people is indeed not optimistic.

The three main ships, like sea monsters, had their guns almost destroyed and were unable to provide any assistance. Forty or fifty of the hundreds of small warships guarding them were also captured by Debe's army.

If nothing unexpected happens, it almost foreshadows the end of destruction.

And until now, in such a situation, the opponent's legendary strongman has not taken action, which means that the opponent only has the legend who was killed by Levi.

The last stone in Bernard's heart finally fell to the ground, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Sir Faan, I'll trouble you to send us to the enemy's main ship in the center."

Logically speaking, a commander should not put himself in danger.

But the greatest achievement of this battle was capturing the opponent's general alive. Bernard obviously would not let go of this opportunity.

In addition, the other side does not have any legendary strongmen, and with the escort of Lord Fahn, there is no need to worry about any accidents at all.

So after comprehensive consideration, Bernard made this decision.

"As you wish." Faan, dressed in a golden robe and with a cold face, nodded. His old appearance was faintly visible under his hood.

Then a dozen court mages chanted spells together, and a thousand-man Fighting Qi Knights who had been prepared long ago and a dozen senior officers including Bernard took off into the air and quickly attacked the opponent's main ship.

So when Uli, the commander-in-chief of the Persian Gulf army, came to the deck and prepared to ask Ifra why he did not bring the Medusa priests to support him at the critical moment, a group of Debe people landed on the deck over his head so blatantly.

"Tell me who you are, Persian." Bernard looked at the man in front of him who was guarded by at least several thousand Persian soldiers, and said in the most calm tone: "I am Bernard, the Governor of Derby."

Around him were more than a dozen court mages and Lord Faan who had replenished their magic power, as well as thousands of highly skilled fighting knights. If the other side was smart, they would know that continuing to fight at this moment would only be a useless waste of life.

"Huh, I'm Uli, the commander-in-chief of the Persian Gulf Army." Uli took a deep breath and waved his hand to signal the Half Moon Warrior beside him to put down his scimitar. However, a barely detectable light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He really didn’t expect it, he really didn’t foresee it, he really couldn’t believe it – the other side’s governor actually showed up so grandly, all alone with a group of guards in front of him!!!
His anger towards Ivra instantly dissipated, and he just felt that it was a good thing that the other party hadn't taken action!

This group of Derby people still adhered to the chivalric creed. Uli, who had always despised it, immediately couldn't help but praise this beautiful chivalric creed in his heart with the most disgusting words.

"So, Commander Uli, have you made up your mind? Surrender or choose to perish?"

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(End of this chapter)