"Social Count is silent..."

"The Brave John is silent..."

"Iris exits the battle sequence."

"We still have seven ships to move."

The communication channel seemed to have become much quieter for a moment, and Fang Yu's calm eyes swept across the entire curved dome that was dyed red by cannon fire.

For the filmmaker, this is just a strange "little fish" suddenly broke into their core defense circle from the cloud wall. Although it was a bit unexpected, it was injustice.

They mobilized the left and right wings and several squadrons guarding the main formation up and down. More than 30 warships of all sizes were encircled and intercepted the invading fleet. The scene seemed to be vast, but in fact it did not have much impact on the formation of the main fleet of the Filmmakers.

But for the people in the field, it was a scene of an end.

From a distance and close, the shadows of the strange-shaped fleet seemed to be everywhere. Their muzzles were flashing, causing the artillery fire to form a curtain on the battlefield. There were ships catching fire and burning around them, and dragging long smoke into the clouds.

"The Golden Thorn exits the battle sequence, and there are six ships to operate."

Hongye's voice seemed to have become hoarse in the smoke and fire, and she was struggling to inform her.

Although the sky is wide, there seems to be no place for them to live at this moment.

The surroundings became quiet, and the roar of artillery fire seemed to disappear for a moment, leaving only the calm command of the pike: "Order the fleet, continue to turn left."

At this moment, he seemed to have fully adapted to the position of the fleet commander. The orders he issued no longer showed obvious hesitation, and no longer needed to seek other people's opinions.

"Turn left and deviate from the target more and more..." Hongye stared at the flash of the wind element detector and opened her mouth, but after thinking for a while, she took back the words to her mouth and took them back into her stomach.

At this time, she had no intention of questioning, and why were the others the same? The roar of artillery fire, the continuous trembling deck and hull, seemed to overwhelm everyone's ability to think.

But Fang Ling seemed to have noticed the idea of ​​his temporary ship officer and answered: "We are going to survive at this time."

"If survival is our goal, then we shouldn't have rushed in at all." Liuying's face was stained with smoke, and she grabbed the ship's side with her hands and muttered to herself.

Fang Yu shook his head, explaining to her and as if he was in the communication channel to everyone else: "Only here, our goal is to survive."

"But our strength is too weak. There are only more than ten ships in total, and there is not a single battleship," Liuying couldn't help but say: "If only they had allocated more ships to us at the beginning, we wouldn't even be able to disrupt the opponent's formation at the moment."

How naive it is to divide the troops equally. Only the little girl who has no understanding of the battlefield can say such things. The captains on the other ships are silent about this. However, they think that Liuying is at least right.

The power of their squadron is really not worth mentioning in front of the filmmakers.

"No," but Kaka shook her head: "...we have changed the situation on the battlefield."

The shadow men were gathering the formation of the entire fleet because they found that in order to protect their flagship, it seemed that this fleet suddenly emerged from the cloud wall had attracted too much attention.

In front of the silver Weislan, Silver Forest Spear and Jeffrett's Red Clothing Fleet, and the two military fleets are joining together on the vast sea of ​​air, forming an obvious attack arrow with the Fenris fleet in the other direction.

The shadow man keenly realized that the opponent seemed to think he had seized an opportunity, and the other party thought he could seize the chaos of their fleet for a moment and expand his chances of victory in a decisive battle.

And completely tear a hole in the battlefield of the Akira Sea.

In other words, at least they cooperated with each other and gave their fleet a heavy blow.

But they were cautious and wise to realize that their opponents seemed to have made a mistake, that so-called opportunity never existed - the fleets they mobilized were not important on the battlefield, and they had more reserve forces to invest on the battlefield.

That is the absolute advantage of troops-

But as the two sides of the hostile side on the battlefield, the shadow people obviously will not remind their opponents, because on the battlefield, fatal mistakes are often the beginning of fatal failure.

Now there are two loose choices in front of the commander of the filmmaker. One is to avoid the edge of the convener. If the opponent wants to choose a decisive battle, then they will not be given this opportunity.

As for the other, it is to use a plan to use its absolute advantage in the army, causing the opponent to hit the iron wall of the copper wall, and it will be bloody - no, it may even be wiped out.

This is equivalent to the fact that the candidates gave up the initiative on the battlefield because of a fatal judgment.

But for an excellent commander, how many people can withstand this temptation - when the enemy makes an obvious "wrong" judgment, they do not destroy all their hopes with their own hands, and thus push the opponent into the desperate situation in the abyss.

The other party is seeking a final battle.

And for one side, this seems to be a once-for-all opportunity. You don’t have to care about the annoying involvement of the other side. You can completely end the battle with just one battle.

Victory or not is self-evident.

The ones written on this battlefield at this moment are all the correct answers for the filmmakers, and the only remaining question seems to be only one - that is which answer they choose.

And the filmmakers chose the one that is taken for granted, the one that is the most correct, and the one that is the most efficient.

"The Shadowman's fleet is in line..."

The sounds coming from the Fleet Communication Channel seemed to be trembling.

Bai Xue gently put down the communication crystal in her hand. She was raising her head, her calm eyes staring ahead, and her clear eyes passed through the dark smoke and clouds above the sky.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Under everyone's gaze, the girl in silver armor held her communication crystal and walked down her command bridge lightly, pushed open the door below, and came to the deck.

Cold raindrops hit her face and fell on her jade-like forehead, slid down her delicate face in strides, with strong winds whistling, and the air was filled with the breath of smoke and blood.

The shooting cameras on the deck seemed to be alarmed by the movement here, and they all turned around and reflected this goddess-like figure into the center of the picture. The live broadcast room was silent. Although many of the pictures had already gone dark in the previous battle, the only remaining ones faithfully recorded this scene.

Many people know His Royal Highness of the Silver Weislan, but few have heard of the name "Snow White", and until that moment, they seemed to realize that the Silver Weislan was not just a blooming rose.

But the things that girls pursued on weekdays seemed to have been thrown out of their minds at this moment. In her eyes as she stared at the sky, she saw only one floating fleet after another of shadow people gathering over.

It seemed as if a heavy barrier appeared directly in front of the silver Weislan, but there was a little flash behind the barrier. She knew that there was a fleet of them in that place.

But how much is left?

Bai Xue raised her head, stared at the gloomy sky above, and looked at the endless clouds below. She knew that the shadows must have set up a net of heaven and earth there.

Just as the shadow people know that they are seeking a chance to decide the outcome, the other party has given them a perfect defense, but aren’t they seeking kindness and gaining kindness?

She picked up the communication crystal, and the white wings spread on both sides of the left and right were the snow-white sailboats of the silver Weislan fleet. The floating ships lined up with each other, forming an indomitable front arrow from the front.

"Everyone, don't say much," Bai Xue said, "The next is the final battle. Our result is destined, and everyone knows it. Maybe after the victory, we will meet you at Elpaxin's celebration banquet-"

She gently placed her thumb on the dark crystal, and her snow-white fingers were soaked in rain.

"Good luck to everyone."

The girl spoke softly.

And a response came from afar: "Silver Weislan, good luck."

And the intertwined communication: "Good luck to you, friends of the Jeffrett Red Team."

"Good luck to Fenris' brothers--"

"I wish that Dragon Alchemist good luck, haha!"

Behind the magic transmission was the common determination of everyone. Bai Xue seemed to have made up her mind and pressed her thumb down - a dark red light flashed over the communication crystal, and then everything fell into a state of silence.

The surroundings became quiet, as if only the howling wind and the roar of artillery fire remained.

But in a battle, correctness and efficiency sometimes do not determine everything.

There were three ships left, shaking forward in the artillery fire.

The sailboat where Fang Zhu is located also hit another shell, which hit the bow and made a huge hole there.

The flames poured into the wind, and the lower deck was soon trapped in a sea of ​​fire. However, the remaining personnel on the ship could no longer stop the fire from spreading, and not to mention that there was not much left of the materials they had left.

But Fang Zhu seemed to have not noticed all this, and only grabbed the ship's side with his hands, stood on the tilted deck, raised his head, and watched everything that was happening on the Akira.

The shadow people are mobilizing their fleets, and the squadrons that gathered over are forming a tight encirclement net over the entire air sea - but that net is not inward, but outward.

They seemed to no longer care about the "little fish" inside them, but instead turned their attention to the battlefield of the decisive battle. They wanted to solve their opponents once and for all, giving the air-sea battle that lasted for nearly a night.

It would be a net of heaven and earth, waiting for the silver Weislan and the fleet of the convener, which seemed to be the only way to destroy.

"The shadow people are mobilizing the fleet..."

"We were fooled, and we didn't attract enough attention. What they still have is the reserve force that can be put into the frontal battlefield..."

Liuying looked at this scene with a pale face, her hands and feet were cold.

But what can she do? She is just a pitiful nightingale and cannot decide the outcome of this Aquarium Battle.

The personal power is so weak in front of the fleet that it is difficult for even a single Dragon Knight to decide the outcome of a battle. The Cang Journey Group, the Jeffrett Red Team and the Dragon Knights that Yue Chen has invested, but it is just a corner of this huge battle situation.

The real decisive battle can only be a confrontation between the fleet, between artillery fire and flesh. At least one of the people who decided on this battle was by her side, but the other party seemed to have turned a blind eye to all this.

"This is a trap!"

Fang Yu turned around and nodded to her: "Yes, that's a trap...but it has the same meaning for both sides on the battlefield."

Liuying asked in disbelief: "Do you mean there is a win-win situation on the battlefield?"

This question almost made Fang Yu laugh. He looked at the girl with short platinum hair and suddenly realized why the Jeffrett Red Team arranged her as Kaka's partner.

Because in his opinion, these two people seem to have the same traits in some aspects - both of them are the same live treasures, he shook his head: "There will always be one winner on the battlefield."

"Then should we notify the Silver Weislan's people..." Liuying asked loudly in the storm. At this moment, she secretly hated Kaka's useless opportunity and did not speak for herself at all.

And it seems that the guy still agrees with the other party’s plan.

But Fang Yu still shook his head, but did not answer, because what is the meaning of the answer? The decision has been made, and the rest is left to God to decide. On the unpredictable battlefield, who can say that he can succeed?

But at least so far, they have been in the right direction.

He didn't believe that Bai Xue and his group of excellent commanders would not understand what he meant. He didn't know that Ying people seemed to have experienced such a war in history. But for the convener, such wars were everywhere.

In the years that were a long time ago, they actually had a more popular explanation for this statement, called—

All tactics changers.

...

Alfonso Peredel, that is his real name. People have many legends about him, and there are many titles and nicknames about him, more than one. But most of them can be named as one of the four major guardians in the north, or the name of the Crow Feather.

But he himself prefers the simple and unpretentious title. The guardian is like the guardian of the ancient prophecy, guarding the storm and darkness, waiting for the day when the moment of the judgment of the end of the day.

And the end of the legend seems to be today.

But the winter in the northern border seemed to be particularly cold during this day, which made Alfonso Peredel feel a little lonely.

In his fortress, watching the Saints of the Sage who launched an attack on the entire northern defense line like waves in the vast snow, Alfonso Peredel felt shaken for the first time.

To be precise, it was not wavering, but fear. He really felt a sense of crisis. The entire defense line was loosening, and behind the loosening was the collapse. He deeply understood that most of the military forces on this defense line were not the fearless Crow Knights under his command.

But even his knights were gradually exhausted on this meat grinder-like battlefield - where did these Saint Selected people emerge? They were like a pile of sand on weekdays, but what kind of power made them change like this at this moment.

The torrent that gathered together almost subverted all his understanding of the past, but the real crisis came from the messengers who kept entering and leaving the inner gate of the fortress and brought bad news on the battlefield.

"The defense line in Lulin direction is lost..."

"Fort Penelo falls..."

"The Selected Ones captured the Mossy Bridge..."

Alfonso Peredel forced himself to calm down and patrol the back of one reduced stronghold on the sand table, how many troops and defense lines they still have to be available.

But the answer was almost ruthless, and there was no joke on the battlefield. He rubbed his forehead and did not speak. He just put his hands on his heart and asked the answer deep in his heart over and over again.

But this time, the masters did not respond.

Alfonso Peredel almost subconsciously raised his head, and above the gloomy clouds above Elpashin, there seemed to be lightning and thunder flashing - but Elpashin's winter day did not have the memory of thunder.

He knows what that is.

The morning light was driving away the clouds, and there, under the gaze of people, the two fleets were completely strangled together. Only by tilting their heads, people could see the thin fleet, which was now like a moth to a flame, and was unyieldingly on the battlefield of artillery fire.

An unprecedented decisive battle is taking place over Elpahin, and a vortex has been formed. The previous decision has led to the result at this moment. No one side can escape from this huge battle until either side wins.

Anyone can see the precarious situation of the Saint Selected Party. It only takes a little time for the balance of victory to tilt towards the terrifying shadow above the battlefield, and no change will occur.

But the dawn of victory seemed so far away to Alfonso Peredel.

He could not believe that the masters would make mistakes.

"Sir," the messenger said to him stammeringly: "Do we still have support..."

Alfonso Peredel turned around and looked at the other party with a cold look, but could not answer this question. The defense line was collapsing. Whether they could wait until the moment of victory came seemed to be an eternal unknown.

"Behind us..."

The messenger replied in an almost suffocating voice:

"It's Elpaxin..."
Chapter completed!