After circling three times, Yiyi didn't land. Instead, it flapped its wings and flew in the direction it had come from.
Harold looked at this scene in confusion. "Sir Commander, isn't that your pet? What's the meaning of this strange behavior? "
Ahan smiled. "It's nothing. Maybe it saw a stranger below and didn't want to come down. Let it fly for a while longer. "
Harold was still somewhat puzzled. Ahan, however, waved his hand. "Excuse me."
Ahan walked into the command room of the ship and had the guards withdraw. Then, he took out a linen bag from his waist.
Inside the linen bag was a piece of parchment.
After reading the words on the parchment, Ahan thought for a moment and then walked out of the command room.
"The drill will proceed to the next stage: long-distance battle! Everyone in position! "
Ahan's order was transmitted to the leaders of the other fleets through flag signals.
The leaders of the other countries were confused by this order and sent people to inquire about it.
Knight Harold was on the same ship as Ahon. He immediately raised his doubts. "The most important thing right now is the marine soldiers' underwater combat training. Currently, the training program is only halfway through. Do you want to directly stop it?"
"That's right." Ahan nodded.
Another female elf came over in a small boat. She was Dorothea's messenger. After approaching, she said, "Sir Commander, Madam Dorothea sends her regards. Her opinion is that there's no need to carry out drills during the long-distance march. This is the work of the helmsman and navigator, and it won't improve the marines at all. They can only sleep in their cabins … Therefore, she hopes that they can continue their underwater combat training. "
Seeing that the other countries' fleets also had small boats carrying messengers over, it was obvious that they didn't support Ahan's decision.
Ahan felt a headache coming on. He deeply understood that although the countries on the continent had formed an "allied army", their commanders were different and they were essentially a pile of loose sand. Subordinates questioning the commander's orders during a military drill was unimaginable in a disciplined regular army.
No wonder the Prophet Dior proposed that if the countries wanted to form a true alliance, not only would they have to send their most elite troops to participate in the war, they also had to have a unified command.
Apart from the "inconsistent command" that Ahan deeply understood, the allied army's current problem was that their quality was mediocre. The armies sent by the various countries to the Boinus Sea to participate in the war were basically second-rate armies, not the most elite ones.
For example, the Elven Kingdom's Sword Chorants, the Dwarven Kingdom's Heavy Armor Warriors, and Calchino's Wings of Liberty Air Cavalry. Only Queen Camelo gave him face and sent out a small portion of her elite Mage squad. Among them, the eight Great Mages were the backbone of the Mage squad.
At the end of the day, the various countries had not reached the stage where they could let go of their past grudges and cooperate sincerely. There was still deep suspicion and jealousy between them.
The Orc Kingdom didn't join the alliance, so the Elf Kingdom didn't dare to send their elite troops to participate in the war in the Boinus Sea. Camelot didn't dare to go all out either. The other countries naturally followed suit. They were all afraid that their own elite troops would suffer losses.
Taking a deep breath, Ahon recalled the contents of the parchment and said resolutely, "Everyone, get into position. Follow my flagship and carry out a long-distance military exercise! Those who do not listen to the command will be deemed to have automatically withdrawn from this exercise. Please return to Chakarlo Port immediately. "
With that, Ahan ordered the ship to set sail. The flagship headed east.
Several messengers hurriedly returned to their respective armies and reported to their leaders.
The leaders of the various countries were somewhat baffled by Ahon's reaction. It seemed that the commander was angry?
There was no need to go against Lord Ahon's will for such a small matter. After weighing the gains and losses, the leaders of the various countries quickly ordered the underwater combat exercise to be suspended. They followed Ahon's flagship and headed east.
Ahon stood at the bow of the ship, his gaze fixed on the white eagle in the clouds ahead.
"Sir Commander, is that white eagle leading the way for us?" The female mage Catherine said thoughtfully, "I'm afraid that this long-distance march is not a part of the military exercise, but for another purpose."
"Of course it's part of the military exercise, and it's an important part," Ahon said.
"Okay, I'll believe you for the time being." Catherine shook her head. She had seen the white eagle before and knew that this white eagle must have a mysterious connection with the prophet Dior. However, since Ahon didn't want to reveal it, she tactfully kept quiet.
After the white eagle led the fleet for a while, it suddenly began to circle. After circling for two rounds, it spread its wings and glided, no longer advancing.
When Ahon saw this, he immediately ordered the flagship to stop and stand by for two hours.
The fleets of the various countries following behind were once again confused. The leaders of the various countries sent messengers to inquire, but Ahon didn't explain anything this time, not even giving them a chance to meet.
The leaders of the various countries felt that Ahon was truly angry. They could only comply with Ahon's wishes and stand by until the next high-level military meeting to question the commander.
Ahon said that they would be on standby for two hours, but two hours had already passed, and the sun was about to set, but he still hadn't given the order to set out. He calmly sat at the bow of the flagship, staring at the white eagle that was constantly gliding but not advancing.
Catherine quietly walked over.
"Sir Commander, the standby time has passed. Should we continue marching?"
"Wait a little longer …" Before Ahon could finish speaking, he suddenly heard the white eagle cry. It flapped its wings and flew east, letting out a clear cry as it flew.
"The time has come!"
Ahon suddenly jumped up and loudly said, "Send the order to set sail and prepare for a naval battle! Send messengers and tell the commanders of the various fleets that this isn't a drill! "
… …
The Ghostship.
At this moment, a naval battle had already broken out in the sea where the Ghostship was located!
Just like the scene Bai Xiaowen saw on the Prophecy Tablet (Wristband of Misfortune), Ghostship after Ghostship emerged from the bottom of the sea one after another. At the front were assault boats carrying the Snake-Men warriors as they charged forward.
At this moment, Qiao Rui, Han Xu, and Li Shuyi were no longer on the Ghostship. Only Cecilia was accompanying Bai Xiaowen.
It was dusk. The Camelot mages were completely convinced of Bai Xiaowen's prophetic abilities.
"Fire the cannons! Take turns to fire, the odd-numbered cannons first, and the even-numbered cannons behind! "Bai Xiaowen loudly ordered," Aim at the Ghostship before firing, don't worry about the assault boats! Don't panic, the reinforcements are already on the way! "
The mages hurriedly got into position.
Roar!
The magic crystal cannons roared.
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