Chapter 334 Control of the Sea

A second-level army per capita can be regarded as a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles. As long as the gap between the generals of the two sides is not too large, fighting a first-level army per capita is like a father beating his son, and the latter will have almost no room for resistance!

It can be seen from the war between Shen Li and Fusang that the battle loss ratio of double counterattacks is generally maintained at more than 1:5.

If you want to kill one Fuso soldier, you have to pay the lives of at least five Shen Li soldiers. Not to mention Shen Li can't bear the price, Damin will be numb even if he comes.

Judging from the exchanges and observations with Ma Xinbo and others in the past few days, the Xuanjia Army may be a little stronger than Shen Liguo's army, but I am afraid that its strength is limited, and it is estimated that it will suffer heavy losses in frontal combat...

Thinking of this, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows in pain.

How did one of the four great divine armies of the Central Empire end up like this?

Even if the equipment is shabby, they have been like starving ghosts reincarnated in the past two days, depleting all the supplies on the ships they were on!

According to their words, they have never eaten such a sumptuous meal, and now they can fight off the blood evil for a while!

Ask more carefully, my dear, what did these people eat in the past?

Bran, bran, potato...

If you take these things as your main food, you can build a strong body. It’s amazing!

Not to mention that other worlds consume huge amounts of blood evil energy. Even ordinary people who worked out in previous lives know to eat more meat, eggs, and milk!

Without enough "nutrition" and ability, that is not asceticism, that is chronic suicide!

This is why all the soldiers of the Xuanjia Army look skinny, while all of our own soldiers are strong men with big muscles and round waists.

If we compare the military strength of the Northern Ming Pillar Kingdom, then the other three pillar countries may not be much better...

Strange... The [Emperor] allocates a lot of military expenditures to the four pillar countries every year. Not to mention the big fish and meat, but it will never be as miserable as a pig like it is now, right?

Looking at the little fragrant pig humming at his feet, Zhao Yinshun frowned in confusion.

But after a second thought, he had a vague realization.

Military expenditures are not allocated directly to the four pillar countries, but are distributed through the supervision of the Ministry of War. Military and financial power are independent, and civil servants and military generals check and balance each other...

This in itself is not a bad thing, it can effectively prevent the separatism of feudal towns.

But the bad thing is that now the court is full of insects. With such a large amount of fat passing through your hands and taking a bite at each layer, I'm afraid not even one out of ten will be saved in the end!

No wonder the equipment is lousy, the energy level is too low, and you eat chaffy vegetables every day. No matter how strong your military spirit is, you can't become an elite!

Well...the soldiers on the front line eat chaffy vegetables, and the rear are extravagant and lustful, and the wine pools and meat forests...

The front is tight and the rear is tight, it looks like a country in ruins...

Laughing angrily at his own speculation, Zhao Yinshun shook his head and threw away the depression in his chest.

The Xuanjia Army probably can't be counted on. As long as the Beimingzhu Kingdom can resist the Fuso Army on the main battlefield on the northern front, it will win.

Go to the back and poke their anus!

Spreading out the map, Zhao Yinshun raised a sinister smile and slid his finger horizontally eastward from Longtou Port.

Stretching straight from Yongtou Port at the eastern end of Weishan County, it is almost exactly the line of confrontation between the two armies.

To the north, you can support the Xuanjia Army, and to the south, you can stab the Fusang Chrysanthemum!

With the Northern Mingzhu Kingdom putting pressure from the front, there must be an empty space behind them. The only problem now is... Fuso Kingdom's navy...

The fingers turned from east to south, sliding all the way to the strait between Fusang and Shenli.

According to limited intelligence, Fuso Kingdom's royal fleet blocked the entire strait, and countless ships plyed both sides of the strait every day, delivering a steady stream of supplies to the front line.

If we could cut off the strait in the middle...

The bold idea in his mind flashed away, but Zhao Yinshun quickly suppressed the impulse and breathed a long sigh of relief.

It is unrealistic to completely cut it off. Fuso Kingdom had at least four holy battleships before the war started. I heard that they were all upgraded to Western and Western standards. Even if they are not as good as their own fleet, it is still unrealistic to fight 1 against 4...

But immediately, the young man in white's eyes moved, and his eyes moved involuntarily to the mainland of Fuso.

How can poking the chrysanthemum be as satisfying as poking the heart?

Bombardment of Kyoto?

With his heart skipping a beat, Zhao Yinshun began to figure out the feasibility. After a long time, he shook his head with regret.

[King Fuso] was promoted to [Emperor], and even then he was still at the ninth level. The coastline extended for dozens of miles and was his domain, which was already beyond the maximum range of naval guns.

It's too risky to step into the field. I finally managed to accumulate such a fleet, but I still expect to use them as seeds to split into an invincible fleet ten times or a hundred times. What if I get dumped...

Zhao Yinshun couldn't help but sigh when he thought that the fleets of the Western and Eastern countries now dare not approach the coast of Damin for fear of being drawn into the Shenzhou barrier.

This is the intimidating power of the ninth-level emperor...

Realizing that now was not the best time to expand the battlefield to Fusang itself, Zhao Yinshun shook his head and turned his attention back to Shen Li.

If you want to poke the chrysanthemum, you must first solve the threat of Fuso Kingdom's main fleet!

Not to mention annihilating them all, at least control the sea!

Clicking on the map, Zhao Yinshun seemed to realize something, but there was always a hint of haze lingering in his heart.

Still the same question, where did Fuso get the national power to organize such a strong navy and army?

If people can overdraw their money by taking drugs, can the country also take drugs?

Wait...it seems to be possible?!

His brows twitched, and Zhao Yinshun narrowed his eyes solemnly.

……………………

Woo~

The low siren resounded throughout the surroundings, and the dense forest-like sails of the Spirit-Storm slowly flapped, pushing the hill-like battleships away from the port.

After a short period of repairs, the Liuyin fleet has been resurrected with full health. Minor adjustments have been made based on previous actual combat tests, and the overall combat effectiveness has been slightly improved.

Several transport ships were separated to send Ma Xinbo and other Xuanjia Army soldiers back to Liaozhou. Zhao Yinshun led the main fleet and set off toward the southeast, sweeping away all enemy ships along the way.

A few days later, the fleet arrived at the southernmost tip of Shenli Kingdom. After turning this corner, it could see the mainland of Fuso across the sea.

The closer to this area, the more and more warships patrolled by Fuso Kingdom. When they saw Zhao Yinshun's fleet from a distance, they ran away without giving them a chance to enter the fighting range.

"Cen Xing, can you catch up with them?"

"Yes, but it will take more than an hour, and they run separately. We can't divide our forces to chase them, right?"

Wearing a straight navy uniform, Cen Xing stood beside Zhao Yinshun and asked cautiously.

"It is very difficult for the navy to ambush, unless there is an island to cover it, or it is proficient in the [unknown] military path, and uses extraordinary power to cover the entire fleet..."

As if he could see your Majesty's reluctance, Cen Xing carefully explained.

"Okay then... let's test it out with them first."

With his mouth flat, Zhao Yinshun led the fleet and galloped all the way. There were always ships cruising and observing along the way. After a few days, they arrived at the center line of the strait.

The Fuso Navy, which had already received the news, was ready. More than 600 main battleships were all concentrated here. From a distance, the magnificent blood-stricken ocean almost turned the sky red.

However, just one face-to-face meeting made Zhao Yinshun feel slightly relieved.

Because most of the ships on the opposite side still have wooden hulls, the real threats are dozens of the latest modified warships.

But saying it is the latest model actually means that compared to the Eastern countries, it is incomparable to the cutting-edge warships of our own, which are ahead of the West in design concepts.

But when they saw the elegant and brutal beautiful war machine of [Liu Yin Fengguo] dozens of kilometers away, the ship spirits of Fuso Kingdom felt inexplicably uneasy.

"What a strange battleship layout..."

"But it's beautiful."

"Look at his flagship, it's much bigger than ours!"

"But we have four Tier 7 battleships, 4 versus 1. The advantage is mine!"

"Are these guys the ones hunting our transport ships on the west coast during this period?"

"It's as fast as the wind... no wonder I can't run away..."

Soon, someone below sent up the statistics of the enemy's warships. After seeing the data, many ship spirits could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

1 Holy Battleship, 16 Tier VI heavy cruisers, 47 Tier V light cruisers, and 89 Tier IV destroyers.

Less than a quarter of the overall strength of our own fleet!

"Gentlemen, let these stupid Damin people see the majesty of my Fusang man!"

With a low roar, the huge blood evil power gathered and condensed, turning into a phantom of the rising sun that emitted infinite divine light, releasing a tyrannical light and pressing towards the enemy.

The terrifying divine power was like the impact of a tsunami, and the sea of ​​blood that enveloped the fleet in the distance rolled. The huge fleet was like a frightened rabbit, changing its formation with a flexibility that did not conform to the laws of physics, and fleeing crazily into the distance.

"Um?"

Staring at this scene blankly, Yamamoto Yasuo was stunned for a full second before he reacted.

Has the enemy escaped?

"General, the enemy is afraid of the might of our army and is fleeing in panic! Do you want to pursue us?"
To be continued...