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Roland stood on the rooftop of the bridge command room, looking at the long fleet behind him in a straight line, his heart surging.
Except for the flagship "Roland", the rest of the ships were slow and clumsy concrete ships, but when more than a dozen of them were put together, it was still a spectacular sight. The white smoke coming out of the chimneys formed a long line, and the river swayed to both sides because of the huge fleet. The bow of the ships rose and fell as they broke through the waves, giving them an indomitable momentum.
As the flagship, the gunboat was the most dazzling star of the fleet. Its towering bridge and slender shape made it completely different from ordinary sailboats and concrete ships. Its weapons included a 125mm main gun at the front of the hull and two Mark I type machine guns at the rear. Its special high-pressure steam engine and propeller drive system allowed it to run at an extreme speed of 12 kilometers per hour. In this era, it was definitely the overlord of the inland river basin.
"You seem to be in a good mood," Nightingale said, smoothing the ends of her hair that had been messed up by the wind. "Is it because you'll be able to return to your old home soon?"
"The palace? No, I'll never go back. "He smiled and shook his head." The Western Region is my home. I'm just happy to be able to settle the dispute quickly. "
"Well... half of it is a lie."
Roland could not help but choke. He had almost forgotten that she could tell lies. "Ahem, well, I actually feel very satisfied that I can produce so many ships in one Months of Demons."
"This time it's true," Nightingale blinked. "But it sounds a little boastful. [Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net w
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"That's why I don't want to tell the truth."
"It's understandable." She chuckled and walked to Roland's side. "Actually, I don't blame you. If it's not related to me, I won't mind even if you lie a little."
"..." Roland secretly cursed. "If you don't mind, don't point it out."
"By the way, I haven't thanked you yet," Nightingale looked forward and whispered.
"Thank me for what?"
"End the strife and pacify the Kingdom of Graycastle. No matter if it's an ordinary person or a witch, they'll all be able to live happily under your rule," she said slowly. "I knew you'd do it, but I didn't expect this day to come so soon."
"It won't be that fast. Even if we overthrow Timothy, the nobles will retaliate and struggle on their deathbed. I'm afraid it will take several years for us to completely integrate Graycastle." Roland exhaled. "After all, history is always moving forward in a spiral. There is still a long way to go to achieve the ultimate goal."
"It's already far beyond my imagination. I was originally worried that I wouldn't be able to see this scene with my own eyes."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" He glared at her. "Do you think I'll let you put yourself in danger?"
"Because I'm a combat witch. It's natural for me to be active in the front line. Besides, I have to pay a price if I want to break the existing rules." Nightingale tilted her head. "I was prepared for this the moment I swore allegiance to you."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Roland shrugged. "Of course there will be a price, but basically, it will be paid by the enemy. Besides, I have to thank you for this."
"Why?" she asked in surprise.
"Because if I hadn't met a witch, I wouldn't have made up my mind to take this step so quickly."
If it weren't for Anna, he wouldn't have immediately made the decision to save the witches. If this world didn't have the magical power, he was afraid that he would still be in the barren Border Town, living a primitive and simple life in fear.
"This is... the truth." Nightingale looked up at him.
"Of course," Roland said with a smile.
Suddenly, a golden figure descended from the sky and landed beside them. "Your Highness, there are four sloops approaching us twenty kilometers away. They have oars on both sides and look like the hawk-headed ships mentioned in the intelligence report." Lightning shouted. "But I don't see an eagle statue on the bow."
"The eagle head probably refers to the underwater ram." Roland patted her head. "Good job. Keep watching."
"Then... can I do one less exercise as a punishment?" The little girl looked at the prince eagerly.
The latter couldn't help but laugh. "Well, if you can promise not to run around in the future, you can do only one exercise."
"Yes!" Lightning's eyes immediately lit up. She then jumped up and quickly flew to the east like an elf.
"You shouldn't have let her go," Nightingale said with dissatisfaction.
"It's better to remember when there are rewards and punishments." Roland waved his hand carelessly, turned around and walked toward the ladder. "Let's go back to the command room. We have work to do."
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In the four-meter-square command room, there was nothing but a wooden table fixed to the floor and four benches. Iron Axe, the commander of the First Army, Brian, the commander of the Gun Battalion, Van 'er, the commander of the Artillery Battalion, and Cacusim, the commander of the Victory, stood by the table and made a battle plan for the first water battle.
"According to the information provided by Theo, Timothy's four warships are all paddle sailboats. They should be as fast as cement boats, but they're more flexible." Roland pointed to the diagram on the table and said, "The attack method of this type of ship is generally to get close to the enemy ship and then jump out to fight. It can also be loaded with flammable materials such as gunpowder or sulfur to hit the target and perish together. But considering that Timothy's original intention is to block the river and make some profits, it's unlikely that he will use the second method. This is our first time fighting on the water, so if you have any ideas, feel free to tell us. "
"Your Highness, it's hard for the cannons to hit a moving target, and we're constantly moving, so I suggest we fire when we get close." Van 'er was the first to express his opinion. "As long as we get within 50 meters, I'm sure those guys can knock over an enemy ship with every shot!"
"But I heard that a shell not only consumes a lot of gunpowder, but also that only Miss Anna can make it." Brian shook his head and said, "So it's better to wait for them to attack. If they dare to come close, we can use the heavy machine guns on both sides to shoot them full of holes."
Roland looked at Cacusim and asked, "What about you? What do you think?" The reason why this old man was summoned to the flagship was that he was probably the only person in Neverwinter who had experience in sea battles. According to him, he had encountered pirates more than once during his business trips. Although he was robbed every time, it was still a kind of experience.
"Uh, Your Highness …" Cacusim hesitated for a moment and said, "In my opinion, we should just ram them."
"What?" The other two people stared at him.
"Your ship is big and fast, and it's made of steel. I'm afraid that a wooden ship will fall apart if it's hit. Even if it doesn't fall apart, the water will still make them lose their ability to move." He looked up at everyone and said, "Of course, this … this is just my personal opinion."
Hearing this tactic, Roland could not help but think of the poem, "Today the sky is clear and the blue waves are high, and the flag on the leading mast flutters."
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