booktalesy Chapter 91: Standoff between two armies on the outskirts of Muda
Chapter 91: Standoff between two armies on the outskirts of Muda
The Pentagon, underground command center of the White Eagle Empire.
"Initiate 'Winter' Plan." Since conventional methods are insufficient to obtain guides and equipment sources, unconventional methods must be employed.
The White Eagle Empire's hegemony is not to be challenged, and those secret realm resources must be kept in their hands.
Since you can't buy it openly or cheat it secretly, then just rob it.
Go to the weakest point in China's defenses and tear open a gap.
"Report! Seventh Fleet Commander, General Richard's communications have been connected."
A man in a naval uniform with a full beard pops up on the screen, with the swaying bridge of a ship in the background.
"General, we have received top orders to evacuate from the eastern waters of China."
Richard's tone was sharp. "I want to know why! We've been here for three months to put pressure on the Chinese, and now we're just going to leave like that? Are those old Europeans farting in their backyard more important than a threat from the East?"
The white-bearded old general, his face ashen, rebuked him, "Richard! Watch your words! Look for yourself, since the Stargate descended, has anything been normal? A city rose from the sea! Do you understand?!"
Richard scoffed dismissively, "I saw the satellite images. It's just a dilapidated city. Are those Europeans still living in medieval cosplay after all these years? Do they think they can fight just by putting on knight's armor? Their old ships can be sent back to their hometown to meet God with a single salvo from our 'Freedom Vanguard'."
"Enough," the old general interrupted him. "This isn't conventional warfare. Arthur Pendragon possesses an artifact that's at least S-class, and our spies witnessed him unleash a tsunami with it. Your mission isn't to wage war, it's to impose a blockade. Under the guise of 'maintaining world peace and investigating unusual geological activity,' blockade Atlantis, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving. We'll make our next move once we figure out what that thing is."
"Blockade?" Richard scoffed. "General, if I may be so bold, what's in the heads of these old fogies besides drama, wine, and so-called chivalry? A real fight would shut them up. They just have to resort to diplomatic rhetoric."
"Execute the order!" The old general didn't waste any more words with him and cut off the communication directly.
Richard grumbled as he slammed down the communicator and yelled at his adjutant, "Turn! Target Bermuda! Get the lads to clean their shells and prepare to give those tin-clad Europeans a little modern warfare shock!"
Atlantic Ocean, waters surrounding Bermuda.
The massive steel fleet of the Seventh Fleet, like a moving city, appeared on the horizon with unparalleled power. On the deck of the flagship "Freedom Vanguard," Awakened soldiers stood armed to the teeth, their exoskeletons reflecting the cold metallic gleam of the sunlight.
Richard held up his binoculars, looking at the few somewhat classical warships of the Europa Alliance in the distance, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Look at them, they're living fossils. What era are we living in? They still insist on putting a goddess statue on the bow of the ship. Are they here to fight a war, or to attend a masquerade ball?"
The adjutant chimed in, "General, the awakened warriors of the Europa Knights still fight in the era of cold weapons, emphasizing individual bravery. Our fleet system and saturation attacks with firearms will give us a decisive advantage at long range, allowing us to crush them."
Richard lowered his binoculars and issued an arrogant ultimatum via full-channel public address.
"Attention Europa Alliance Fleet! This is the Seventh Fleet of the White Eagle Empire! Your actions seriously threaten global maritime security. Cease advance immediately and submit to our boarding inspection! Repeat, cease advance immediately and submit to inspection! Otherwise, we will take all necessary measures!"
The sound was clearly transmitted to the "Goddess of Victory" through the amplification array.
Arthur stood at the bow of the ship, too lazy to even pick up the communication device to respond. He simply raised his hand, pointing the golden trident towards the sky.
In an instant, the weather changed dramatically.
The once clear sky was instantly filled with dark clouds, accompanied by lightning and thunder. The calm sea began to churn violently, and a gigantic tsunami, over a hundred meters high, appeared out of nowhere between the two fleets, crashing down towards the White Eagle fleet.
"My God!"
"Tsunami! Get out of the way!"
Inside the bridge of the USS Freedom Vanguard, Richard's expression finally changed. His proud modern warfare system seemed utterly laughable in the face of this devastating natural force.
The fleet tried desperately to change course, but it was too late.
A leading frigate was swallowed up by a giant wave before it could even sound the alarm. The steel hull twisted and deformed under the terrifying pressure, like a fragile toy, and was swept to the bottom of the sea without even a ripple.
The flagship "Freedom Vanguard," due to its large tonnage, barely withstood the first wave of impact, but the entire ship was lifted dozens of meters high by the giant wave and slammed back into the sea. Countless pieces of equipment on board malfunctioned, and the Awakened soldiers were thrown about, leaving behind a scene of utter chaos.
"A madman! He's a madman!" Richard gripped the control panel tightly, his face showing fear for the first time.
This is not a battle on a single dimension.
Saturation attacks and fleet systems are all a joke in the face of a divine artifact that can control natural disasters.
After the tsunami, Arthur slowly put down the trident.
The knights behind him, clad in brand-new divine armor captured from Atlantis, erupted in a frenzied roar.
"Glory to Arthur!"
"Divine grace is boundless!"
Ignoring the cheers behind him, Arthur calmly amplified his voice, which resonated throughout the sea via a loudspeaker.
"Friends of the White Eagle, shall we board the ship for further inspection?"
Richard's face turned a deep purplish-red. He wanted to curse, wanted to order the firing, but looking at the figure standing like a god at the bow of the ship in the distance, looking at the trident that could unleash natural disasters, he couldn't utter a single word.
shame.
An unprecedented humiliation.
For the first time since entering the Great Awakening Era, the White Eagle Empire has been slapped hard in the face in such an unreasonable way during a direct confrontation.
"Retreat...retreat..." Richard practically spat out the words through clenched teeth.
The Seventh Fleet turned around in disarray and fled in panic under the watchful eyes of the Europa Fleet.
This scene was broadcast live in real time to the highest command centers in countries around the world via countless satellites.
The world was in uproar.
The hegemony of the White Eagle Empire, the invincible myth built on the monopoly of advanced technology and equipment, has today been cracked by a trident salvaged from the seabed.
A nation that believes might makes right has tasted humiliation for the first time in the face of an even more unreasonable force.