Clusters of sparks flashed in front of the machine gun muzzle, and bullets continued to spray out of the red-hot barrel. The intense noise bombarded the ears of every soldier incessantly. Although it was already late autumn, the temperature in the air was gradually rising, and everyone was sweating profusely with excitement.

Bullets swept across the entire coastline, and Federation soldiers scattered here and there were being mowed down by this unprecedentedly fierce firepower. Many soldiers died without complete corpses, their bodies riddled with bullet holes, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were riddled with bullet holes.

Compared to high-explosive shells, the damage and fear caused by these small-caliber high-velocity guns have increased almost exponentially. Even the bravest person would be terrified after personally experiencing such a barrage of firepower.

This was no longer a back-and-forth battle, but a one-sided massacre. The Goths, renowned at home and abroad for their swiftness and skill in battle, were now being suppressed in every way.

Xia Liyan was still running wildly through the hail of bullets, but the excruciating pain in his left arm and the horrific sight had robbed him of all fighting spirit.

Fear had completely taken over his mind, and he could no longer muster any will to fight back. He simply followed his instincts and ran for his life. The soldiers who were scattering in all directions, trying to penetrate deeper into the island, were doing the same. They dropped their weapons and just ran wildly, howling in despair. Some even turned and fled to the sea, hoping to return to their warships and leave Chalme Island.

However, how could the warship possibly leave? It was just that the soldiers had lost their minds and could no longer make rational judgments. They had been completely driven mad by these guns and cannons, turning into mindless beasts.

It was already afternoon, and the entire southern coastline had been covered in blood and flesh, turning into a veritable swamp of blood and gore. There were countless shell craters of all sizes, and the Golts, unable to break through the Yan army's blockade, had been almost completely wiped out by the artillery fire.

This scene was naturally observed by the Rose Fleet, which had already arrived in the near sea.

On the Lightning, almost all the Sheng Lu people standing on the deck watching the battle on the island were pale. The defeat of the Goths was certainly a good thing for them, but the scene did not bring them much joy, but rather a sense of fear.

That was a deep sense of fear of overwhelming military power.

They dared not imagine what kind of devastation they would have suffered if it had been them, not the Goths, who had landed on the island. How many corpses would have been needed to fill the entire coastline in the face of such fierce firepower?

The beach was almost devoid of intact landscape; countless corpses lay scattered and piled up, most of them mangled bodies. The human torsos now resembled those of dismembered livestock, a sight that horrified even these battle-hardened soldiers.

"This is terrifying, this is truly..."

Like most of the soldiers, Leto was pale-faced, having unconsciously identified himself with one of the corpses. Just a few months ago, he had been full of ambition to conquer Yan Kingdom, but the scene before him had completely extinguished the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Overwhelming combat power, complete annihilation! Utter victory!"

"Incredible!! This is the Yan Kingdom! This is our friend!"

Unlike Leto, who looked terrified, Lucate was excited and even a little hot. He gripped the railing and would occasionally raise his fist and punch the air while letting out excited roars.

During the South China Sea War, he was unable to witness how the Allied Forces clashed with the Yan Kingdom and how they were annihilated. However, the positional battle unfolding right before his eyes today truly opened his eyes. Such formidable combat power completely refreshed his understanding of land warfare.

The youngest naval marshal of Shenglu Kingdom was deeply shocked by the battle and impressed by the power of Yan Kingdom, so his gaze was now filled with reverence.

"Leto, the Goths are being beaten so badly they can't fight back at all!" At this moment, he was still looking at Charmel Island, but he was making excited noises.

Leto turned to look at Lucate, but said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, we are not enemies of Yan Kingdom."

"If we become their enemies, that would be truly..." Before he could finish speaking, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, thinking to himself that he must never become enemies with the Yan Kingdom in the future.

Just then, the Yan Kingdom warships in the waters opposite the Rose Fleet signaled to them.

——

It was evening.

More than an hour has passed since the battle ended.

Inside the high fortifications of Chalmers Island, Qin Ze gazed down at the devastated battlefield below.

The soldiers were reporting the results of the battle to him.

"Your Majesty, the encirclement and suppression of the Delta Federation's Second Fleet has been a complete victory. In the naval battle, we destroyed 183 of their warships, including 142 battleships and 41 large transport ships. These warships were severely damaged and have all sunk to the bottom of the sea."

"In addition, according to current statistics, a total of more than 500 warships have been captured, of which less than 30 are battleships and the rest are large transport ships."

Hearing this, Qin Ze nodded slightly and asked, "What is the status of the weapons and supplies inside the transport ship?"

The soldier immediately replied:

"A huge amount! The quantity of firearms and ammunition is staggering. There are roughly hundreds of heavy artillery pieces, and boxes and boxes of well-preserved gunpowder are piled up in the ship's hold."

"In addition..."

Just then, Qin Ze raised his hand to interrupt: "Okay, I understand."

A slight smile appeared on his lips. From the moment he set sail until today, he had won almost no spoils in every battle he had fought, simply because he had fought too fiercely. However, this battle, which he had specially prepared, had yielded a result that satisfied Qin Ze greatly, thanks to his conservative tactics.

Judging from the spoils of war captured so far, Von Palen, who is far away on the continent of Salisno, is indeed ambitious. He has made full preparations for launching this war of aggression. This time, he has completely defeated the army of the Delta Federation, which has undoubtedly dealt them a heavy blow!

But such ambitious people will not give up easily. This time, there is no need to wait for them to launch another invasion. Just like what he said to the people at the execution ground in Nanze, Qin Ze has made up his mind that this voyage will not only be to defend the territory, but also to strike with his iron fist.

In the upcoming battles, Qin Ze planned to capture as much spoils as possible and send them back home. After all, the wars could not be fought for nothing, and Qin Ze would naturally return all the expeditionary plans of the various states.

He then ordered, "Once those Sheng Lu people have finished cleaning up the battlefield, send all the spoils of war back to the South China Sea."

"And we should prepare to head to the next island."