The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

In the Yan Kingdom fleet that was in pursuit, Qin Ze stood on the bow deck and looked expressionlessly at the enemy ships approaching:

"I want to cut off my tail and survive."

"But is there such a chance?"

His face darkened, and he said in a loud voice: "Once you are within range, destroy the enemy ship as quickly as possible!"

"Try to keep all enemy ships in this sea!"

As his orders were given, the fleet gradually stretched out its line and advanced in parallel in a horizontal row, with all its guns aimed at the sea ahead.

However, in a moment, as the enemy ships came into range, the order to "fire" was given, and thousands of cannons roared in an instant, the sound was like thunder, and thousands of large-caliber heavy explosive bombs whizzed away.

After a few breaths, a series of dense explosions rang out one after another.

In just a moment, dozens of federal warships were on fire, and various items were scattered on the blown-up hulls. The masts were cracked in the explosion and gradually collapsed, and the sails began to burn with the flames. This was only the first round of shelling.

After the first round of artillery range measurement, the second round of artillery fire will be calibrated, so the hit rate will be significantly improved. In addition, since the steam ironclad ships are not equipped with fixed turrets on both sides of the ship, but central rotating turrets, they can shoot at various angles.

Because of this, even the warships at the rear can find angles to shoot in the gaps between the warships in the horizontal row in front, which greatly increases the density of artillery fire.

At the end of the Yan State warships are large transport ships. These warships will not participate in this battle. Their mission is to fight after reaching the land. In fact, there are only more than 400 warships launching the bombardment at the moment, but even if there are only more than 400 ships, when facing sailing warships, even if the opponent has ten times the number, they can still crush them.

Just like at this moment, when the second round of shelling was launched after calibration, the federal fleet in front suffered a more severe blow. They were advancing in a battle line and their front end was severely damaged. Although two rounds of shelling could not sink the warships completely, they could make some warships with collapsed masts lose power.

Up to this moment, they had not even fired a single shell, because the distance was too far and they could only passively take the hit.

"Boom boom boom!"

Without wasting any time, the Yan Army's third and fourth rounds of artillery fire followed closely. They wanted to avoid a counterattack by the federal fleet after the distance was shortened.

Even though it was suffering from such fierce artillery fire at this moment, the federal fleet was still sailing forward, and it seemed that it was determined to rush forward at the risk of its life.

This was indeed the case. In the Federation Fleet that was being bombarded, Chick was screaming angrily:

"Just rush over!!!"

"Block their path!"

Chick had anticipated the power of the Yan Army's artillery shells, and now his guess has been confirmed. That is why he decided to launch a suicide charge with all the available warships.

As long as they can be slowed down and kept on the battlefield, the large army can use this time to return to the port of Brulo as quickly as possible.

When he saw Yan Jun appear on the sea, he was already prepared to cover the back at the critical moment, but unfortunately he couldn't influence other people's thoughts. At least Sebastian was not ready to sacrifice.

Sebastian took away the black powder fleet, which means that this rearguard operation may not be effective. Now that the enemy's artillery bombardment is so fierce, how long can they hold out?

'At least, let me see the sun tomorrow...' Chick thought to himself.

In response, more and more shells were fired at him.

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"Bang bang bang."

In the holy city of Salivia, outside the meeting room of the Royal Castle, a man in a military uniform with medals on his chest knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

As soon as the man pushed the door open a crack, bursts of laughter came out from inside. When the door was completely opened, a thick and pungent white smoke accompanied by hot air rushed in his face. He squinted his eyes, took a step back, stretched out his hand to fan the air, and then entered the room.

As soon as he came in, someone greeted him at the round conference table.

"Gustav, I saw you back at the mansion yesterday. Why did you come here so late? Did you just wake up from a woman's bed?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

As this joke came out, everyone sitting at the conference table laughed. Gustav, who had just come in, blushed slightly. He shook his head and said with a smile:

"Marshal Wolfgang, please let me go."

"Hahahaha" another burst of laughter.

The man whom Gustav called "Marshal Wolfgang" had a pipe in his mouth, and his fluffy beard had been stained slightly white by the ash, but he didn't care at all. After hearing Gustav's words, he took out the pipe from his mouth, picked up the wine glass on the table with his other hand, stood up and said with a smile:

"I know that your navy is very busy right now. Without you, our army troops will not be able to play a role in the Empire's next expedition."

"Now you've sacrificed precious rest time."

"Gustav, on behalf of all the troops in the Army, I want to toast you!"

This was originally just a casual joke, but coming from the mouth of the Imperial Army's Commander-in-Chief, Marshal Wolfgang, it carried a lot of weight, causing several officers sitting at the conference table to stand up and raise their glasses.

Wolfgang didn't care about the others standing up, he just looked at Gustav with a smile.

Gustav was walking to the table at this time. Hearing this, he couldn't help but puff out his chest and reveal a hint of pride on his face. The servants beside him brought a wine tray. Gustav took a glass of wine and said with a smile:

"The journey of the empire requires the efforts of everyone!"

After saying this, Wolfgang laughed and said:

"Okay! Everyone, let's drink this cup together."

After finishing the wine in the glass, Gustav sat down with a relaxed and happy laugh. He looked around and saw that those present were all the highest commanders of the empire's troops. The highest-ranking one among them was naturally Wolfgang. This man, who was less than fifty years old and had an unusually tall and strong body, was called the "right hand" of the emperor in the military camp and was the emperor's most trusted field marshal.

In the past, Gustav had never received such high courtesy, so at this moment Gustav was in a particularly good mood, and he even felt that the smoke exhaled by the officers around him was not so choking.

"Gustav, how many warships can we get out to sea before spring arrives?"

Wolfgang crossed his legs and put his pipe in his mouth again. After taking a puff, he asked while exhaling the smoke.