Another World: Naval Storm

Chapter 164: Grenade Drops from the Sky

[Dear Commander, your Little Duck seaplane caused limited damage to the enemy ship St. George]

"What the hell are you talking about?" Leo, who was resting on the returning battlecruiser Lützow, was stunned by the sound of the system. A weakling like a seaplane could attack a dreadnought? The sun rose from the west?

[Dear Commander, your Little Duck seaplane caused limited damage to the enemy ship St. George]

"Uh~uh, what are they doing?" At this time, Leo's fleet was far away from the battlefield, and Terry's situation could not be seen from the God's perspective. He could only wait for the Little Duck to go back and investigate.

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Returning our attention to the North Sea, on the sea, the Fourth Destroyer Squadron of the Talen Fleet is gathering in formation. They will launch a desperate assault on the Drake Main Fleet that is in hot pursuit, and cover the safe retreat of the fleet.

"Matna, I don't know if we can return to our homeland safely. The Drake people will not let us go so easily!" Sergeant Price stood near the guardrail of a 37mm gun, his yellow eyes cautiously scanning the sea in front of him.

"Let them catch up with us first. It's ridiculous to think that the battleships of the big fleet actually need the cover of those little guys. Let's pray that our destroyer fleet can create a miracle!" Matna said self-deprecatingly.

The two men were standing on the second deck on the port side of the St. George, with their backs against the thick steel hull and a solid steel deck above them. Unless the Drakes' large-caliber main guns could hit here directly, this was the safest place on the St. George.

This is where Matna and Price are stationed. They are responsible for operating a 37mm gun to prevent possible sudden attacks from Drake submarines.

"Damn it, I really want to shoot that mosquito down!" Price looked at the sky with angry eyes.

"The shooting range is not enough. I also want to shoot down the Drak people's iron bird! It's too much of an eyesore!" Matna said in unison.

"Bang, bang!" Something seemed to hit the deck above their heads, followed by two explosions, which scared the two sailors so much that they lay on the deck anxiously.

Later, there was a crowd overhead. It was the damage control team that was dispatched urgently, but they could not find the specific damage after searching for a long time. Apart from the scary explosion sound of the two grenades, other damage was almost nonexistent.

In April, cold winds from the North Atlantic rush in, and annoying drizzles fall on this cold and remote island chain in the northernmost part of Caledonia.

The battleship Queen Elizabeth blew its whistle and slowly sailed into the once bustling and busy Zilasa Bay under the guidance of the guide ship. The soul-stirring alarm sounded and would not stop with the return of the Queen Elizabeth. The repeated alarm sounded, reminding all the Talens that the great fleet could no longer protect the Talen homeland.

Alex stood in front of the window, looking at everything outside the window, smoking one cigarette after another, "Where is my gun? Oh, I forgot, they took it away. Why didn't I die in the naval battle?"

"No, I can't die. The general is under greater pressure than me. I can't be so fragile! But what else can I do?" Alex collapsed on the sofa, muttering to himself, at a loss.

When the battered battlecruisers of Liam's fleet slowly approached the berth one by one, the tragic situation of the fast fleet made many sailors who came to assist in the operation almost stand there in shock. The Barbary Lion lost two turrets, the superstructure of the Indomitable was full of holes, the side of the Otello had a big hole penetrated, and the deck of the Queen Elizabeth was almost submerged by the sea.

"Oh my God, what happened to the Royal Navy?"

The residents of Orkney have yet to recover from the initial shock, but even sadder news is yet to come.

The battleship's gangway was lowered, and the sailors, who were in tattered clothes and wrapped in bandages but still able to walk, staggered over to support or carry down another group of injured comrades, and walked silently towards the base naval hospital.

After the wounded soldiers had left, the victims of the naval battle began to be carried off the warship and piled on the silent dock.

The bodies of young people were lined up from the berths to the seaside, and were still spreading outward. Some Orkney residents who could not bear to watch wanted to preserve the final dignity of the deceased, so they took out various cloths from their homes to cover the bodies. Many of the dead did not even have shrouds at first, and people could directly see the unwillingness on the faces of the young people and their wide eyes.

Gradually, the cloth ran out, and the residents of Onike Island began to tear off the curtains and quilts until there was nothing left. People stood beside the corpses, and a terrible fact appeared in their minds.

"Children, who can tell me where the Sana'a Tiger has gone? My child is on the Sana'a Tiger. Have you seen him? He is only twenty... only twenty!" A middle-aged woman wearing a traditional Caledonian plaid skirt asked the passing sailors at the berth of the battleship in a crying voice.

No one answered her, no one dared to look her in the eyes. It was only then that two middle-aged women came out from the crowd of people observing silence and helped the sad mother aside.

"Major General Alex, doesn't the First Battle Patrol Squadron have nine main battleships? Where are the others? Where?" The deputy commander of the Qilasa Bay base is an old general who is about to retire. This position is specially designed for his retirement. The old general was once a powerful figure in the navy, but now he is shaking and holding Alex's hand tightly, not daring to accept the cruel fact.

Alex couldn't say anything, but fortunately the gendarmes rescued him. He would rather be under house arrest by the gendarmes than face those numb and desperate eyes.

Liam's situation was even worse. Alex clearly remembered Liam's tears of regret when she saw the fallen sailors, and he remembered Liam's decadent look as she sat in the commander's lounge.

One of the toughest men in the Royal Navy was crying, and if the alert guard had not snatched his loaded pistol, he would have returned to Chilasa Bay with only a corpse.

As the commander of the 1st Battle Patrol Squadron, Liam was under the greatest pressure, and any words seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

The deputy commander of the Qilasawan base fainted after hearing the bad news. The military police had no choice but to release Alex to handle the aftermath. All the medical personnel at the base had been dispatched, including the sailors on duty, all the officers and soldiers of the army and navy on leave, as well as the local enthusiastic residents, church priests, and nuns who all volunteered to join the rescue.

At night, the fleet returned, and the same tragedy was repeated on the fleet. The severely damaged warships were anchored first, and the residents of Orkney Island saw a group of wounded soldiers who looked like zombies, and the endless white and black shrouds.