Orc Tyrant

Coralee is one of the many piers in the port of Sal. A wide and flat berth platform extends from its numerous station buildings and lighthouses, forming a trio of fangs for all kinds of visiting ships to enter the port. A docking station for berthing and loading and unloading goods.

But generally speaking, civilian ships will not be received here, because it is used as the home port of the First Fleet most of the time.

Arriving at Coralley's control center, several officers found that they were in a closed room overlooking the dock, with dense and intertwined cables entangled in the ceiling and in the dark.

The flashing light bulb illuminates the technicians who are maintaining the control center, and a faint yellow light reflects from the numerous screens and data displays, weakly resisting the darkness.

A blue projection is located in the center of the room, rotating on a high bronze platform.

It roughly outlines the three-dimensional shape of Coralley Wharf.

Such technology is amazing, but it makes the officers present feel very curious.

"This is... the assistance provided by the Citizen Temple?"

"Yes, a set of granular intermittent resolution instruments and a wide-angle arc detection network can monitor and reflect objects thousands of miles away from the surface. If there had been this long ago, Oak's attack would not have occurred."

Facing the officers on the wall, there is a huge and protruding window through which they can see the magnificent view of the harbor.

In the distance, between the water and the sky, the twisted clouds turned into countless figures in the infinite darkness because of the brilliant rays of the magnificent stars. At this time, it was evening, and the sky was getting dark quickly.

This is a breathtaking view that makes people ignore the fact that the circulating air in the control center becomes muddy.

It didn't take long for another officer to come here, his footsteps echoed in the enclosed environment, and the continuous hum of the invisible force could be felt through the steel floor.

The air is also hot, and there is almost nothing that can effectively shield the noise of the generator in the center.

When the other officers arrived, Niels Yule was already standing at the conference table of the control center, asking the stationmaster of the control center.

As the commander of the First Fleet, he made a very serious mistake in the last attack. He was far away from his position and chose to wander in the streets. Although this behavior was not necessarily related to Oak’s attack, he did Can't forgive myself.

It was originally thought that he would be removed, but surprisingly, the Ministry of Defense and the President did not seem to have any special instructions on this, nor did they intend to hold anyone accountable.

Since he is still in this position, then he has to make up for the mistakes he made. Simply put, there are only two words—

revenge.

Soros was the last officer to arrive, and when he came to his position, Niels nodded at him.

"Hello, our brave army sergeant."

As soon as he uttered these words, the other officers all laughed. Soros took off his hat and said embarrassingly:

"Sir, this title makes me feel a bit headache."

"Ha, after all, not everyone can kill a few green skins at close range."

Soros smiled bitterly at this. After the attack, the talkative sailors rumored that he killed a dozen Ouke alone on the lower deck. Later, he even killed a dozen Ouke with his bare hands. Therefore, " The title of "Army Sergeant" spread. Everyone said that he was the best sailor on the ground and the best fighter on the ship.

"Well, the rest time ends here."

For a while, everyone stood still, raised their heads, and waited for the chief to speak.

"sit."

With a crash, all the officers sat neatly on their chairs.

"Do you know why you came to this place for a meeting?"

Niels took the lead in throwing a question, and the others made eye contact with each other, but they didn't stand up.

Until a minute later, Soros replied in a deep voice:

"hidden."

Niels smiled back at him, because of the movement of his facial muscles, a scar extending from the bottom of his chin from his left temple wriggled like an insect. This was a "memorial" he got in the last attack.

His house was burned in the bombardment of Oak, and his wife was disfigured. In order to save one daughter, he lost another.

Only those who understand him can understand the depth of hatred and pain in his heart.

"Part of it, not all."

The commander-in-chief of the First Fleet nodded, with a stern expression like a stone carving.

"We received a message."

When his hand was lightly tapped on the conference table, a holographic chart appeared in front of everyone, and then he used his finger to outline a red line on it.

"A transport fleet of Asmetok was attacked by Ouke in this area. At least half of the **** warships and transport ships were sunk or taken away, and the incident happened a month ago."

"One month? Why did the news come so long? It shouldn't—"

A skinny officer asked in a low voice, and Niels raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Some people don't want this to spread too early, and that is not something we need to manage."

"A new command from the Department of Operations?"

Soros keenly smelled the breath of war. Since this series of things happened, the Naval Operations Department could not be indifferent to this, and the president would not let Oak's piracy act.

Until now, they still don't think or admit that Oak possesses a naval power, and their fighting methods are no different from the pirates of the past.

The Port of Sal is just one case, and they will not succeed at any time.

"Yes, a new operation."

Suddenly everyone cheered up, but Niels didn't seem to have that much enthusiasm, which made Soros feel a little strange.

If his memory is correct, his commander has contacted the Admiralty to send more than a dozen telegrams in more than a month, and planned several counter-attack plans, all with the purpose of destroying Ouke’s fleet directly. In the port.

Speaking of the most aggressive main combat faction in the First Fleet, he is none other than him.

"This will be a sudden and fast action. Although it is somewhat different from my expectations, it seems extremely conservative in my opinion, but..."

Neilston paused, looking very unwilling.

"...We still have to implement the Naval Operations Department plan."

As he said, he turned sideways and took out a roll of maps from the bag on the side, and then spread it out on the table, everyone stretched their necks to look at it.

It was a defense map of the port area, with the place name-Fan Jili clearly written on it.

"This is based on aerial photos and special intelligence to get the deployment map of Port Fanguili. Everyone has seen that there are a large number of coastal defense turrets deployed around the city. According to intelligence, these are very large artillery with a range of The main guns of our battleships are farther away."

Then, he clicked on the scattered tower-shaped markers inside.

"More importantly, there are a large number of rockets of the kind they have used in it, which can pose a huge threat to our warships."

Soros frowned. This is a hard bone. If the First Fleet were to forcibly eat the Ouke fleet in the harbor, the price might be not small, or even great.