Another World: Naval Storm

Chapter 165 No Smile

"Bang!" A bullet grazed Jericho's scalp and flew out. The gunshot alarmed everyone on the dock.

"Let me go! Let me go! I'm going to shoot him!" Three guards urgently restrained Marco, the deputy commander of the Qilasawan base, preventing him from firing a second shot.

"Jericho! You bastard! Don't leave. Give me back the Indefatigable and the Sana Tiger... You and Fisher are blind. That bastard Liam has lost so many warships! You have indulged him time and time again, which led to such consequences. I will kill you! Kill you!" Marco struggled and roared.

"General Marco, please ask him to go down and have some rest. He is not in good spirits!" Every word of Marco hurt him, but there was nothing he could do. The fleet was indeed defeated.

It wasn't just Marco who was in a bad mood. Tens of thousands of remnants of soldiers crowded the docks and breakwaters, and they were reluctant to receive treatment or go to the comfortable aid stations. Some of them had given up their futile search, while others knelt on the ground and cried and kissed the soil of Albion. Some were still trying in vain, shouting out the names of their comrades, writing the names of the warships they served on the wooden boards with their own blood and ink, and opening each shroud with trembling hands. When a familiar face appeared, they hugged the corpse and cried, and did not open the next one to look for it. Expectation and despair tortured everyone.

"Bang" "Bang" occasionally there were a few gunshots. These were people who could not accept the reality and committed suicide. Most of the other people who wanted to commit suicide were stopped, but there were always some who could not be stopped.

"Has anyone seen Calvin and Mandira? Has anyone seen Calvin and Mandira from the Reckless?" Private Corvins, who had escaped death and was in the rear mainmast lookout tower of the Reckless, was still trying to weave through the crowd.

"Kid, stop looking and come back. There are only a hundred people left on the Reckless, and they are all with you now!" The speaker was the navigator of the Reckless, the highest-ranking commander of the Reckless, with the rank of lieutenant colonel.

All the remaining people on the Reckless were sitting around him, and he had counted them countless times.

"No, sir, they must not be dead yet." The young man cried, his ferocious face covered with blood. "If I can survive, why can't they? They are so brave, I don't believe it... I don't believe it!"

The major forcefully embraced Covens and said, "Yes, yes, you are right. They may have been thrown into the sea. They may have been captured by the Drakes. You will meet them after the war. Now you need to rest! Sit tight... sit tight!"

Covens was deceived by a white lie. He may know in his heart that it was a lie, but he was willing to be deceived for the rest of his life.

"General, I'm here to inform you that the military court trial will be held in one hour, at 14:13, and the Military Police Command will send a military vehicle to pick you up at 30:."

"I see!"

The guards outside stopped knocking on the door. This day had finally come. Alex took a deep breath. Soon he would be tried together with the respected General Liam.

Time passed quickly, and there was another knock on the door, then the door was pushed open. Three gendarmes stood outside the door. A military prosecutor walked in and handed Alex a subpoena and handcuffs issued by the military court.

"Prosecutor, I wonder how General Liam is doing. Can you tell me without causing you any trouble?" Alex drank the hot tea in front of him in one gulp and calmly showed his wrist to the military prosecutor.

"General, I'm not sure either..." The prosecutor did not handcuff Alex, but just gestured for him to leave.

[Report to the commander, your battlecruiser Drake has sunk]

"Got it!" Leo had already anticipated the fate of the Drake from the status of the ship, but he couldn't let the officers and soldiers evacuate directly, so he let them accompany the Drake for the last time.

Back to the 14th, thanks to the efforts of the officers and soldiers on board, the Drake had already sailed into the Heligoland Bight and was only one step away from Port Wilhelm. The sailors of the Drake, who had been carrying out damage control operations for six or seven hours, could even see the coastline of Heligoland Island, but that was it. The Drake still could not reach its destination.

The stern to the midship of the ship were all submerged in water, with only a small part of the bow still exposed above the water. The waves were raging and kept hitting the bottom of the ship's structure.

The damage control sailors lined up on the foredeck and counted the number of people. Petty Officer Front-Sesit folded the lowered naval flag and handed it to Captain Keller solemnly.

The traction cable was cut by the Derfflinger, and the last group of evacuated Drake sailors climbed onto the lifeboat. After paying their last salute to the Drake, they collapsed on the deck and gasped. They were so tired that their muscles were shaking.

Captain Karl Keller was reluctant to leave his warship, the Drake battlecruiser, a new battleship named after the Drake Empire, which was his honor. The stubborn Drake sailor knelt on one knee and bowed his head in greeting, letting the sea water wet his clothes, then took out a medal from his military uniform and ordered the guards to put the medal back in the command tower, so that the medal would accompany the Drake to rest in the seabed instead of him.

The First Scouting Fleet blew its whistle and fired salutes to bid farewell to its comrades. Then, the Ocean Fleet began to blow its whistle to bid farewell to the departed heroes and dead souls. Captain Keller stood up, tears welling up in his eyes, and he held on to the railing of the Drake for a long time before jumping onto the lifeboat that had been waiting for a long time.

The destroyer will help the Drake embark on its final journey home. Under the sad gaze of the Drake crew, three white water lines hit the Drake directly. The Drake, whose life was hanging by a thread, gasped violently and exhaled its last breath. At 16:01, the Drake battlecruiser sank.

The last sound of the whistle had faded away, but groups of sailors from the Lützow, Derfflinger, Bilow, Moltke, and Von der Bella were still standing on the deck, looking at the place where the Drake sank.

"In the Battle of Simbrica, the grand fleet attacked the prison guards who were guarding it. Although the prison guard had one arm chopped off and was bleeding profusely, the cage still stood." Leo did not go out. He locked himself in the commander's lounge, where he could vent his dissatisfaction.

"Oh oh, how come I, a good-for-nothing otaku in my previous life, am so awesome! Haha, I don't want to kill anyone! Why are my hands covered in blood? I just want to live this life happily, why does this damn world force me like this? Woo woo..." Hysterical screams echoed in the lounge. Leo laughed and cried at the same time, his face was blurred.