Black Dragon Code

"1741.12.7, the fourth day after leaving Port Zero."

"Today, we were blocked again. The fleet lost the 'Storm' and 'Thunder'. Fortunately, we finally sailed out of the Hejian Sea."

"The time is short, and the fleet has no time to prepare supplies for the long-distance voyage. Judging from the current consumption, the food and fresh water on the main ship and the frigate can only last for two weeks. And so far, the distress signal we sent has not been answered."

"The enemy was in hot pursuit. This bad news made everyone's already tense nerves more fragile, and everyone's temper became irritable. They yelled at the people around them because of some trivial things, and even fought violently."

"I'm very disturbed. I heard that on the Thorn Flower, there have been three vicious fights** between orc soldiers. Some sailors disappeared mysteriously. The crew members of different races began to be wary of each other."

...

Charlie put down his pen, sighed, and looked at the previous record while flipping the paper. This is the escape diary after the northern dawn set off. On the first day, he filled two pages, but the number of words became less and less as the time went on. Today There are only a few scattered and scattered sentences.

No way, the current situation is urgent, internal and external, no one can sit down and record the daily life, not to mention that as the successor of Master Corvette, he has too many things to deal with. Spend no more time linking sentences and modifying words.

After closing the notebook, Charlie stood up with a haggard face, and looked at the rough black sea from the round porthole. During this period of time, he lived in fear, always worried that a few magical ships would suddenly appear on the sea.

"May the Lord of Twilight protect us." He whispered a prayer to the sea.

After praying, Charlie immediately walked to the small hard bed in the corner. The fleet was always in danger, and the rest time should be cherished all the more.

The door was knocked, and someone stopped outside: "Charlie, I guess you haven't slept yet."

"Come in."

Charlie rolled his eyes. This was not the first time. The captain of "Northern Dawn" often looked for him at night to exchange information and discuss issues.

The captain's clothes were crumpled, making this man in his thirties look a little old. After entering, he found a place to sit down, and without greetings at all, he said straight to the point: "Charlie, you are a disciple of Master Corvette. About us Regarding the serious shortage of supplies, I want to hear your opinion."

In the current situation, it stands to reason that the only way to go is to wait for the rescue of the empire.

Charlie wanted to, but judging from the captain's voice and expression, it seemed that he didn't want to hear this answer.

He pondered for a while, and tentatively said: "There are some islands in the Red Sea. Although the empire has never set foot there, they have marked their positions on the chart. Maybe we can search for food and water on those islands? "

"This will only delay time." The captain shook his head, "Those islands are not on our route at all."

"What's your plan?"

With this tone, Charlie guessed that this guy didn't come to ask questions.

"Our existing supplies are completely unable to sustain the consumption of so many people." The captain said.

"Yes, even if the barghests can go into hibernation, then..."

Charlie subconsciously nodded to answer, but then he stopped, suddenly raised his head and looked at the captain, seeing the unchanging expression on the other's face, his eyes suddenly widened, and a cold thought appeared in his mind: "Badley ,What did you say?"

"We have to give up some people." Baddeley made it clear.

"Are you crazy!?"

"I do not have any choice."

"You are letting them die!" Charlie was furious: "The first rule of the empire, no one has the right to deprive others of their lives, this is the law written by His Majesty the Emperor himself."

"I said, I have no choice."

"Badley, I always thought you were a responsible and trustworthy person, but now, you actually told me to give up those who fought with us." Charlie said, "Well, if someone is really going to be killed Give up, why can't that person be you?"

"The mission entrusted to me by the empire is to ensure the safety of the 'Northern Dawn'."

Baddeley was not affected by his words, but just said plainly: "This main ship is an important asset of the empire, a crystallization product of northern industries and magic technology, we must not let it fall into the hands of the enemy. Compared with the benefits, you, me and others are not important, these sacrifices are worthwhile."

Charlie felt that the world was collapsing before his eyes. Not long ago he lost his most beloved mentor, and now he has to face such a terrifying reality: "No matter how high-sounding the reason, you can't abandon your comrades-in-arms. This behavior will be punished by the arbitration tribunal. Sentenced to hang!"

"Whether to be hanged or not, we will wait until we return to the empire."

Badley stood up, "I promised thirty spots to the captain of the Winter, and tomorrow he will send the supplies to the 'Northern Dawn'."

"Why Winter?"

"it's the same."

...

After a moment of silence, seeing that Charlie had no follow-up, Badley was about to leave. Before leaving, he glanced at the young man who was sitting blankly, "Whether you like it or not, the war has already begun, and in the war, life is the most insignificant Things. Sober up, the empire still needs you."

Charlie shook his head numbly.

Badley turned the doorknob, and a palpitating hum suddenly resounded throughout the sea area, and the frigate issued an alarm, clearly indicating that an enemy was found on the sea.

Charlie had heard this sound sixteen times since he fled, and each time it made him terrified. The moment the alarm sounded, he woke up from his stupor and stood up abruptly.

But Badley, the captain, was one step faster than him. With a serious expression on his face, he hurried to the combat command room.

Charlie ignored him, walked quickly to the porthole, and leaned over to peer into the deep sea. The hull of Northern Dawn was slowly turning. Gradually, he could see some faint black spots appearing on the sea level.

The magical battleship group that never falls into the empire!

Just this morning, at the cost of two frigates, the Third Fleet managed to get rid of the enemy's encirclement and suppression. It did not expect the enemy to catch up so quickly. With the advantage of covering the entire field of fan locks, it is easy to get rid of the enemy when the sun never sets. Can locate where the fleeing fleet is, and don't give them a moment to breathe.

This kind of high-intensity pursuit and blocking, one can imagine the enemy's determination to capture the main ship of Northern Chenxi.

The screams of flying dragons sounded in my ears, and at the same time as the alarm sounded, the flying dragons had already climbed onto the deck one after another, flapping their wings and rising into the sky.

They are not distorted radiant dragons, but they have also been transformed and implanted with spiritual source armor. This kind of colonization equipment jointly developed by dwarves and undead perfectly matches the wyvern. The earth has enriched their means of warfare.

Now, the strong colony dragon can not only use fangs and claws to attack, but also project shock bombs and incendiary bombs from the weapon port on the chest. Their existence allows the Black Wing Fleet to have a longer strike range than the old-age magic ships. The first wave of attacks is often initiated by the strong breeding dragons.