On the south side of the Western Continent, Jingyue Strait.

Under the sunlight in the sky, the sea water appears light green, and if viewed from a distance, it seems to be a deep blue.

After leaving Wilga and Lurna on the edge of the continent, the vast ocean lies to the south. Once out at sea, the ship must continue sailing south for a thousand miles before encountering the nearest large island: Banlan Island in the Southern Archipelago.

The sea area between Banlan Island and the mainland is the Jingyue Strait.

But the Jingyue Strait is not quiet now. Large ships with sails are breaking through the waves and constantly rising and falling in the waves. The waves are sometimes lifted up and fall into the deck above, wetting an area.

Bang bang——

Several low gunshots were heard from a distance, followed by several huge waves higher than the bow splashing around our ship.

Following the source of the gunfire, I saw, at the edge of my field of vision, a group of iron-black ships firing thousands of meters away. Forty cannons along the hulls fired in rapid succession, their shells streaking in long arcs, striking the wooden hulls, smashing through layers of shattered wood, and then suddenly exploding, sending flames and debris flying.

The seawater gurgled in through the broken hole and formed a small whirlpool around it. Some crew members who fell into the water kept struggling to grab everything they could, such as wooden boards, iron bars, broken masts, etc.

But before they could leave this dangerous vortex, a second round of shelling soon followed, and many people disappeared directly in the explosion and waves.

The field of vision continues to lengthen and rise as the birds fly over the sea, and the scene of the blue sea below can also be seen.

To the north is an ironclad fleet consisting of 30 black warships. The hull of each ship is made of wrought iron, about 100 meters long, with a displacement of nearly 9,000 tons. The hull has three tall masts and sails, and 40 square gun muzzles under the side. One cannon after another protrudes from it, constantly spewing out tongues of fire, firing shells that break the sky.

On the south side of the sea, there is a group of large and small sailing warships, about a hundred of them, with black and white waterproof paint painted on the sturdy wood. The largest hull is no more than 60 meters, and the maximum displacement is only 5,000 tons. There are several tall cross masts on the hull, and the white sails are already full. Under the side are three rows of densely packed gun muzzles, and about 100 cannons are spewing out counterattack fire.

Unfortunately, although the sailing fleet had a large number of artillery pieces, their caliber was far smaller than that of the enemy, which resulted in their power and range being suppressed by the ironclad ships.

The two sides exchanged fire on the sea, the continuous barrage of artillery fire rising and falling, sending up huge sprays of water. Ships in the sailing fleet were frequently struck, shattered, caught fire, and even sank. However, the northern ironclads remained unscathed. The shells landed on their hulls, protected not only by their sturdy wrought iron armor but also by a network of enchanted blue lines that illuminated, partially absorbing the impact and protecting the interior.

Sailing ship, flagship command tower.

"General Fifford, our fleet can no longer hold on! Several warships have sent signals, indicating that they need to retreat."

A messenger in a white uniform hurried into the room, reporting anxiously.

Since the Frost Alliance went to war with Clancy, it had dispatched several armored fleets to blockade the Silent Moon Strait and conduct rotating patrols at sea. The Hinabe Kingdom, due to its previous assistance, was also implicated, and numerous merchant and passenger ships traveling through the Silent Moon Strait were detained, causing considerable damage to the Southern Islands, which relied on trade.

Later, in order to fight back and protest, the Southern Islands also recruited many large ships in the country to form a joint fleet to break through the blockade of the Northern Strait.

But if today's battle fails and a large number of warships sink, it is conceivable that the Southern Islands will be trapped in the blockade of the Frost Alliance for a long time.

General Fefford frowned, his gray brow furrowed as the veteran gazed at the heaving sea in the distance. "Haven't the Divine Winged Birds arrived yet? With their aid, defeating this ironclad fleet wouldn't be difficult."

"Report to the general, we sent out the signal two hours ago, and they should have arrived a long time ago..." The adjutant on the side answered with a worried look on his face.

General Fifford took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Send the signal. We will retreat carefully."

"Yes, General!" The messenger ran out of the room, and then a special signal flag was raised on the mast, and the fleet began to turn.

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A hundred miles away from where the two fleets were fighting, the sky was covered with leaden clouds. From time to time, fiery red torrents of magic emerged from the dark gray clouds. Iron-gray airships shuttled through them, appearing and disappearing from time to time, constantly attacking the giant-winged divine birds flying in the clouds.

The eyes of these divine-winged birds were blood red, no longer as clear and bright as before, but seemed to have lost their minds and gone mad. The mages on their backs tried their best to remain calm, barely keeping themselves from falling into the sea.

The nearly 200 airships flying up and down in the clouds in the sky would not miss such a good opportunity. More than 3,000 mages on the airships cast spells together, and golden energy grids were formed, constantly surrounding the frenzied divine-winged birds in them.

Once these giant-winged divine birds are surrounded by the grid, intensive artillery fire will be fired from the airship, blowing these giant birds into pieces of flesh and blood and scattering them across the sea.

"Hahaha, it's really a pleasure to watch these beasts get fried into grilled chicken nuggets."

Inside a huge black airship, a man in a black and red uniform held up a glass of wine and admired the scenery outside the window.

His clothes seemed to be a combination of a wizard's robe and a military uniform, with some of the wizard's elegance and some of the soldier's neatness and efficiency.

"But...I have to thank you for your contribution, Abel." The man turned around, and his mustache curled up slightly with his smile.

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