Another World: Naval Storm

"What? Are you kidding? Why didn't you say it earlier?" The news came from the Drake Army that occupied Promon, making Apewen curse continuously.

The Drake Army was also very aggrieved. Who knew that Apewen and his men would fight so quickly? Both sides believed that they were the first to open fire, and the Franks' cruisers were indeed attacked. Since the Drakes did not attack, what was going on?

After the Drak Empire Army occupied Promont, a Drak Empire spy reported that a group of extreme Flins nationalists occupied a coastal defense fort and fired at the Franks in order to provoke a fight between the two sides. Later, the Imperial Army conducted a search, but did not catch anyone.

"So what should we do now?" An officer on the Dauntless broke the silence in the command room.

"How should I know? Report to the country immediately! Rescue the officers and soldiers from both sides who fell into the water first, and let Charlemagne fend for itself! Well... forget it, tell the Franks what happened." Apeven gave the order angrily, and the Dreadnought and Arminius began the intensive rescue work.

[Dear Commander, congratulations on winning a battle]

[Obtain 1 Merit Points]

"That's all?" Leo was very dissatisfied with his harvest.

[Dear Commander, this is just a small victory]

Seeing that the Drakes no longer attacked, the crew of the Charlemagne returned to the ship in confusion and spontaneously began to rescue the warship.

Inside the Charlemagne, the two men who drank a bottle of red wine and quietly waited for death were very surprised. Why did the sound of cannons disappear?

"Report, the Drakes have stopped shooting and are rescuing people from both sides." An officer broke into the command room and reported the situation to the two.

"The St. Louis is back again? A warship is no match for the Drakes, don't come back!" Lieutenant General Thierry quickly stood up and looked at the sea, but did not see any ship.

A Drake transport boat drove up to the Charlemagne and handed the documents to the French officer whose eyes were full of hatred.

"Asshole! Icnnn!" Lieutenant General Thierry felt dizzy after reading the document, and fainted at the shout of the chief of staff before he could hold on. This responsibility was too great for him to bear.

"Your Excellency the Lieutenant General is not feeling well, so please send him down to rest. Leave the rest to me!" Someone has to clean up the mess. Since the reason for the battle is so ridiculous, it is necessary to have a talk for the safety of our officers and soldiers.

Chief of Staff Alan boarded the Dreadnought, looked at the huge hull and exclaimed, "What a good ship!" Although there were some craters of varying depths on the side of the ship, it was nothing for a Dreadnought-class battleship. The biggest loss in the fierce battle was the destruction of a turret.

"Of course, the Dreadnought is the most powerful!" The officer leading the way was very proud of it.

"Due to mistakes and unforeseen accidents, some unpleasantness has arisen between the navies of the two countries. The Drake Empire is willing to provide you with all the help it can!" Apewen said with good intentions.

Unpleasant? This was not just a simple unpleasantness. Both sides suffered thousands of casualties. The Fran side severely damaged a battleship and a protected cruiser, sank an armored cruiser and a transport ship, and escaped with a battleship and a protected cruiser; the Drake side sank three old cruisers and a transport ship. In terms of the damage ratio, the two sides were evenly matched. At this time, the Charlemagne had not sunk. It was not until the evening that the Charlemagne was declared to be ineffective in rescue and then sank to the bottom of the sea.

"I hope your country can help the Fran fleet return to the colonial port and collect the bodies of our dead!" Alan stated his intention.

"Of course, this is all a misunderstanding! The culprits are the Flins, and I am happy to help you."

"Thank you very much!" No matter how much they cursed in their hearts, on the surface the two men shook hands and made peace on behalf of all the countries. No one could bear the consequences of expanding the war.

"How much ammunition does the fleet have?" The damage to the battleship was not serious, and it could continue fighting after a simple repair in Promont. It was just that the extremely high firing rate of the Dreadnought caused the battleship's ammunition inventory to drop rapidly.

"The 280mm main gun of the Dreadnought has less than 300 rounds, but the 150mm secondary gun has more ammunition, with 100 rounds of spare ammunition for each gun." Lieutenant von Schulz replied.

"It's too little. Let the African fleet transport some here as soon as possible! Also, ask the empire for help. In order to deal with possible retaliation from the Franks, send a fleet to support as soon as possible!" Apewen said.

Just when the two sides reached a limited friendly mutual assistance, the news of the defeat of the Frankish fleet was finally received by Lutes after several twists and turns.

"This is a disaster for democracy!" The Franks couldn't believe that the fleet they had built with so much effort was so vulnerable in front of the Drakes.

The fleets of the two countries have already fought, and two of their warships have sunk. The consequences are so serious, should we declare war? We can't fight, France is not ready yet, and the probability of failure in a hasty battle is too high. If we lose the war and cede a piece of land, the current French cabinet will definitely commit collective suicide to apologize.

"The Republic is in crisis now. The Drakes may cross the border and attack us at any time. Do you have a brain to put the Republic in danger just for the Flems? The Flems even dared to attack the Franco-German warships and cause a conflict between France and Germany! Damn it!" Franco President Cano shouted angrily at Speaker Xia Lin.

"According to the intelligence we received, the conflict between us and the Drakes was caused by extreme Forins nationalists. The Drakes definitely don't want to fight us!" Speaker Xia Lin tried his best to defend himself.

"I don't want to hear how the two sides started the war. What I want is a solution to the current predicament of France! What if the Drakes attack France madly? Given the weak performance of the army and navy, can we expect the army and navy to resist the Drakes?" Kano interrupted him forcefully.

"We need the intervention of other powerful countries in the Onebaroa continent. The Rokshasas are our allies, and they will not allow the Draks to attack us. And the Tarens will not allow a hegemon to emerge in the Onebaroa continent. The competition between the two sides in various aspects in recent years has caused dissatisfaction among the Tarens. As long as the two countries of Taro put pressure on each other, the Draks will not dare to act rashly. The Itli Kingdom is also not impossible to win over." Xia Lin said.

"The Russians receive so much aid from us every year! It's time for them to contribute!" From 1898 to 1904, France lent and invested a total of 50 billion francs to Russia. Russia's textile industry, mining and metallurgy industry, oil extraction and processing were all controlled by the Francois. The Francois enjoyed many privileges in Russia, and the two sides had close relations.

"I believe that the Drake people are as unprepared as we are. Their steel production and food reserves have not increased significantly. Their reserves are not enough to support a major war!" Xia Lin said.