The big waves blown by the sea breeze beat against the side of the ship, creating a white spray. Pushed by the huge force of the waves, the huge three-masted, three-deck warship swayed from side to side.
In the face of the mighty power of nature, this most advanced warship of mankind is like a toy. It was just thrown into the bottom of the wave, but was thrown onto the top of the wave in an instant.
A strong sea breeze roared in, blowing up the sails on the ship, and the Allied battle flags on the top of the mainmast and the red golden eagle flag of the Ruman Empire were flying.
Although the waves on the sea were ups and downs, the sailors on the battleship stood firmly on the deck as if they had nails driven into their feet. The sailors' unique sharp eyes looked across the waves of the sea and watched all directions vigilantly.
This is an endless ocean.
The mysterious and unknown sea is a place that no one has ever reached in history.
The Island of the Undead of the High Priest of the Undead is somewhere deep in the ocean. Various unpredictable dangers may occur at any time.
The captain in a white navy uniform stood behind the steering wheel on the upper level, holding a black pipe in his mouth, with a resolute expression on his face that was worn by wind and frost like a rock.
With bright eyes that only old sailors can have, he watched his men fighting against the strong wind and waves, and nodded with satisfaction: everything was in order, and the young men were all very capable, no worse than the arrogant elves next to them.
The captain was thinking as he glanced to the side. On the other side of the ship was a leaf-yellow Elf Kingdom naval battleship.
The equally huge battleship kept pace with him at the same speed.
Behind them, there were seven warships of different sizes following closely, forming a fleet together.
Since going to sea, these warships have been at sea for several months, but in such a harsh environment, no ship has fallen behind, and no one has complained about being tired...
"Of course, there are not exceptions." The captain muttered, turning to look sympathetically at the young priest next to him.
This young man who was said to be from Fantino was only half alive after vomiting. He was still lying on the railing retching, his steps were sloppy, his face was pale, and his robe was wrinkled and covered with all kinds of stains.
Weird water stains, the original color cannot be seen at all.
When the captain saw this, he couldn't help but frowned: This poor landlubber has been on the ship for more than ten days, and he is still seasick. It only took his predecessor three days to adapt to life on the ship.
When waiting for the next supply, it is best to tell the headquarters to replace him.
Although he was a little dissatisfied, because he was worried that this precious priest would accidentally fall into the sea, he raised his chin slightly and sent his boatswain to watch at the side all the time, ready to jump in and fish him out at any time.
These priests and mages were specially invited for this operation, and they are indispensable combatants. Besides, it is always a good thing to have multiple priests on the ship - although from now on, the rookie's combat effectiveness can only be regarded as half.
The navigator held the map under his arm and climbed onto the steering wheel platform as nimbly as a monkey. Then he raised his hand and saluted casually, then pointed to the mark on the map and said: "Captain, we have finished searching for 156
, area 117, you can rush to the next area to search."
The captain nodded slightly and said: "Send a signal to those nasty elves, turn left, and we will rush to sea areas 156 and 118.
At the same time...send a report to the base camp at the same time. I hope the God of Light will bless that strange box and it will be useful."
As he spoke, he reached out and made a cross on his chest.
The navigator also showed a helpless expression and said, "I hope so."
He walked down the gangway and passed by the captain's cabin. He glanced inside through the window and saw a man with headphones sitting in front of a large orange iron box, tapping the buttons in his hand, with a anxious look on his face.
Sweating drippingly.
The navigator muttered: "What the hell."
Although he has seen electric lights, telephones, trains, steam engines... and other alchemical technologies, which has broadened his horizons, in his opinion, it is enough to use such a simple square box without any connection.
To communicate with a place thousands of miles away is simply too much.
You know, even if a powerful magician wants to contact people thousands of miles away, he still has to waste a lot of precious things like virgin blood, diamonds, fine gold, unicorn horns, etc.
Material.
If this square box could really communicate with the outside world, wouldn't it take away the jobs of the magicians?
This kind of thing seems impossible no matter how you think about it.
However, the captain regarded this thing as a treasure and kept it in his room. Even the operator enjoyed the same treatment as the captain.
Although the captain's cabin is only slightly better than other people's rooms, it is enough to make others crazy with jealousy - things like treatment are all compared. Living in the captain's cabin is different from living in the sailor's cabin.
Compared with the smelly feet of a bunch of rough guys, it's like heaven.
Not to mention, those bastards are never honest when sleeping. They fart, grind their teeth, talk in their sleep, and rub their heels.
At this time, I heard a whimpering horn sound.
That was when the sailor blew the horn and directed the sailors on the ship to change the sails.
At the same time, the signalmen at the masthead conveyed the order to the entire fleet in semaphores.
The battleship slowly turned and changed its sails.
A joint fleet is performing a mission to search the sea area, including Rumans, elves, and Almohads. It is a truly multinational force. Their mission is only one-to find the Island of the Dead, the High Priest of the Undead and the Immortal.
The family's nest.
There are several mysterious islands in the world, the first one is Dragon Island.
No one knows where Dragon Island is, and no one can even confirm whether Dragon Island exists. Some people even suggested that Dragon Island is not in this world, but is located in a different space connected to the world.
Although Lord Lorraine personally went to Dragon Island, he inferred from the conversations of the Dragon Clan elders that it may be located in the ocean to the west of the mainland, but no one has discovered it for thousands of years, but it is also very strange.
The second is the goal of the coalition forces, the Island of the Dead.
It became famous all over the world with Kalimdor, the High Priest of the Undead, and Beutelis. The world knows the existence of the Island of the Dead, but they don't know where it is.
It is said that the Island of the Dead holds the secret of the power and immortality of the High Priest of the Dead.
Even the Semitic people who have the best relationship with the undead don't know where it is. In this regard, the undead are no less wary of them than they are of humans.
What is certain is that it should be located in the vast sea area northeast of the Semitic continent. That sea is larger than the human continent plus the Semitic continent.
Finding a mysterious island in such a vast ocean is as difficult as finding a grass with a specific name on a racecourse.
Lord Lorraine had to use the stupidest method. He divided the ocean into hundreds of squares according to longitude and latitude, dismantled the huge coalition fleet into squadrons, and assigned them mission areas, one square at a time.
Grid search.
This fleet, numbered Southern 71, is one of hundreds of detachments. They have been wandering at sea for five months and still have found nothing.
The Ruman battleship Sailfish served as the flagship of the fleet and led the fleet to slowly turn.
At this time, several black shadows suddenly appeared in the cloudy sky far away from the fleet. They flew over the high cloud tops and were almost difficult to detect with the naked eye.
The captain raised his head and looked into the sky. Suddenly, an excited cheer came from the captain's cabin. The sound was so loud that it seemed to crack the ship's plank.
A signal soldier opened the door and rushed to the deck quickly, waving a telegram in his hand, running around the deck excitedly, hugging everyone he met, and kept shouting: "Received, we received it"
~!"
A middle-aged man in civilian clothes also laughed and ran up the steps. He sprayed Xingzi excitedly beside the captain and said anxiously: "It's them, that's right. Eagle 31st Team, we received them."
The telegram was received, the signal was very clear, and the communication was successful."
The captain bit his pipe and smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that wireless telegraphy technology had been successful.
That mysterious big orange box will be the greatest invention after the compass and sextant. It will change the destiny of all sailors in the world.
With this device, people will be able to predict storms on the route in advance and avoid danger, or contact the headquarters in real time to obtain the latest action orders and make targeted combat deployments.
In the past, on the vast sea, the sailors on the ship were imprisoned, and everyone was betting on luck.
Especially in naval battles, due to a lack of information, some fleets were defeated, and the friendly forces did not know it and rushed into the enemy's siege.
Or they defeated the enemy, but the friendly troops moved to the wrong place, allowing the enemy to escape in vain.
When someone from the Flying Eagle Communications Group told him the news, he couldn't believe it and couldn't figure out how he could send the news to a land thousands of miles away from a ship.
In his traditional mind, the captain even doubted whether there was a living soul trapped in the box. It wasn't until one day when the engineer was troubleshooting that he saw the densely packed wires and tubes inside. He was relieved.
The captain took down his pipe and said excitedly: "Send a flare and write back to them to say hello."
"Yes, Captain~!" the signal soldier agreed loudly and excitedly, almost jumping and running back to the captain's cabin.
With a few "bang bang" sounds, three red flares rose into the sky.
The war fortress on the ceiling swooped down towards the fleet. The four war fortresses were a standard squad formation.
They flew over the head of the war fortress with a roaring sound and hung above the mast. The people inside waved enthusiastically to the sailors on the ship from the windows to celebrate the successful wireless connection between them.
The telegraph technology currently equipped by the Navy is not mature and has various shortcomings. It is currently unstable for them to communicate with land hundreds or thousands of miles away.
Even in an era when satellites are flying all over the sky, radio signals often fail due to various reasons such as weather.
In order to establish an effective connection between the high seas and the land headquarters, a compromise solution proposed by Lorena was to let these war fortresses act as air relay stations to transmit signals from the search fleets in the high seas back to the mainland.
Due to energy constraints, the War Fortress cannot carry out the current long-distance sea area search mission, because it requires a long flight. However, it is still possible to fly and serve as a relay station for the fleet.
Currently, the only air force at sea is the USS Enterprise aircraft carrier of the Coalition Navy and the thirty-six aircraft it carries.
For Lord Luo, this force is on strategic duty to deal with various emergencies including undead raids, psychic coups, etc., and must not be let go easily.
The success of wireless telegraphy greatly encouraged the fleet, which meant that they no longer had to report back to port frequently.
As long as supplies allow, they can stay at sea as long as possible to perform tasks, which can greatly enhance the search progress.
After confirming that the wireless telegraph contact was successful, the mages on the war fortress left a few boxes of fresh fruit for the fleet, then quickly climbed up and disappeared into the clouds - they were rushing to the next fleet to continue the relay station test.
According to this relay structure, in the future battlefield communication system designed by Lorena, the war fortress responsible for relaying signals can instantly send communication content from the front line to the rear.
With only a few war fortresses, 24-hour uninterrupted communication can be achieved.
Frontline troops can move at any time with wireless telegraph machines. There is no need to build expensive wired telegraph lines. Military information must go to the telegraph station to send out, which wastes two or three days of effort.
The search report from July 1st in the South, after two clear air transfers, was transmitted to the Caribbean Army's frontline headquarters in the rear.
After receiving the telegram, a coalition naval operations staff officer will first make a copy for archives, and then hand it over to the Communications Department to send to the coalition headquarters in Akadrin.
After completing the paperwork, he would stand up and walk to the nautical chart hanging in the staff hall. On the map, which was neatly divided into countless squares, he would find the location according to the serial number on the telegram, and then paint it in red.
.
On this wide chart, more than half of the area has been dyed red, and the rest is the sea area closer to the north.
After finishing all this, the combat staff took a step back and looked at the map carefully. The Island of the Dead was in the remaining black mist.
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On September 9, 1837, the Semitic Republic Expeditionary Force was scheduled to officially set out on this day, and a grand swearing-in ceremony was held in the square.
The square in front of the palace was filled with crowds of onlookers, men, women and children, all dressed up as if they were celebrating a festival. Everyone had a happy smile on their face.
Everyone has long disliked Lei Shan's gang of bastards, and now they finally have the opportunity to slap Ya's face hard.
A tall podium was arranged in front of the palace gate, with flags of the Semitic Republic hanging on both sides, and a golden lightning bolt in the middle of a long dark red strip of cloth.
Directly above the podium is the golden national emblem of the Republic, which is as tall as a person, shining in the sun.
The stage was filled with generals of the Republic wearing military uniforms, and the stars were shining brightly.
On both sides of the street, a tall flagpole is erected every few meters. The flag is nearly ten meters long and one meter wide, hanging down like a river extending to the end of the road.
On both sides of the street were a sea of flowers, a forest of flags, and a solemn demeanor, which was no less impressive than the glorious Nazi military parade.
Lord Lorraine was sitting in a restaurant on the other side of the square, watching the grand ceremony of the Semitic Republic through the crowd.
At nine o'clock, with the sound of sonorous drums and trumpets, the soldiers of the Semitic Republic's separatist army appeared on the street with neat steps and drumbeats.
They were wearing strict military uniforms, with rifles with bayonets on their shoulders. From time to time, carriages dragging machine guns and artillery appeared in the team. The military appearance was majestic.
The Akadrinians did not hesitate to send their cheers and applauded this powerful army composed of Semites.
Brad was wearing the formal attire of the president, and the ribbon and medal symbolizing his status. He stood alone in the middle of the podium, with his left hand holding the ceremonial sword at his waist, with a solemn and majestic expression.
The Akadrinians did not hesitate to send their cheers and applauded this powerful army composed of Semites.
Brad was wearing the formal attire of the president, and the ribbon and medal symbolizing his status. He stood alone in the middle of the podium, with his left hand holding the ceremonial sword at his waist, with a solemn and majestic expression.
zi The troops lined up in a neat square formation, raised their guns and turned their heads to salute the president before passing the presidium, while the president raised his hand and returned the salute with a military salute.
The rioters blocking the entire street and reaching as far as the eye could see gave President Bullard a huge sense of self-confidence, as if he was condescending, as if the whole world was under his control.
At this time, Lord Lorraine was sitting in a restaurant on the other side of the square, watching the grand ceremony of the Semitic Republic through the crowd.
Since it is an internal affair of the Republican government, it is difficult for the coalition forces to participate. Besides, President Bullard may not want Lorraine to steal his limelight.
After the forward passed the podium, the follow-up troops passed one after another, and then with an order, the entire long snake-like team stopped neatly, and the soldiers turned to face the podium.
President Bullard delivered a speech to encourage the expeditionary force in front of the microphone, and his voice was transmitted through countless loudspeakers, almost throughout Akadelin.
General Berendi stepped forward to take the oath, and then the crowd shouted long live, and the army officially set off. Everything was as perfect as expected.
Fiona finally breathed a sigh of relief. All that was left was to wait for the army to return victoriously. By then, her father's reputation would be at its peak and who would dare to covet his presidential throne.
An officer ran up heavily, handed Lorraine a sealed military dispatch, and whispered a few words to Lord Lorraine in a low voice.
Lord Lorraine smiled, stood up, kissed Fiona gently on the face, and left in a hurry.
On the stage, President Bullard and General Berendi stood side by side, watching the endless army pass in front of him.
President Bullard held General Berendi's hand and urged earnestly: "I have handed over all the old assets of the Republican government to you, and you must definitely bring them back..."
At the same time, thousands of miles away, the nobles of Thunder Castle opened their warehouses and distributed weapons to all volunteers.
The men put on their swords and horses, said goodbye to their wives, and embarked on a journey to resist the invasion. To be continued.)