It was at 4 a.m. that Sehiru woke up involuntarily. After asking Misha, I learned that by this time the main force of the fleet was already approaching the mountains of Namoa, and in an hour or two at most, those overlapping mountains and mountains would be exposed to the belly of the battleship.

"If there really is an enemy, the battle will start today." Misha said to Sehirus.

"I hope that we don't encounter the enemy before we arrive in Black Man City, after all, our real purpose is to drop more than 30,000 army reinforcements behind us into the defense area of Black Man City at one time, not to really play hide and seek with the alliance of orcs and undead in the mountains."

"yes, in that case, there will be no end to this battle."

It would be nice if there was just no end. Seyriliu sighed slightly, but did not say the words in his heart.

At about half past four in the morning, she took Misha to finish breakfast on the Nacibia. The restaurant for these senior officers and their servants is open 24 hours a day, and food and even wine are served at all times.

I don't know why, I don't know if it's to keep in shape, but this morning I suddenly had a big appetite, and drank two large glasses of milk, three slices of toast with jam, two eggs and two slices of bacon, plus a plate of fruit. With a look of admiration from Miss Misha, Sehireu responded: "You know, you must eat as much as you can when you can, otherwise who knows when the enemy will appear?" ”

Miss Mischa couldn't help but eat a bun of buns, and casually put two pieces of packaged arcane food in her pocket—the kind of field rations compressed by arcane power. According to Lu Xi, the taste is worse than Xiang. But it is indeed high in calories, high in protein and high in nutrients.

After breakfast, Sehireu went to the puppet warehouse at the bottom of the ship. Release all your build puppets and clean them up for a while. Seeing Asha (Namelia) for the first time really shocked Miss Misha, a well-informed former mercenary, for a while, and once again had a new understanding of the strength of her young beautiful girl employer.

Before 6 a.m., Sehireu took Misha to the bow deck. At this time, the end of the sky has already appeared in the white belly, which is the moment when dawn is coming. She had wanted to climb to the lookout at the top of the mast to observe the surroundings, but then she realized that it wasn't time to look high. Instead, you should look as low as possible, and you can't help but laugh self-deprecatingly. Sehireu was lying on the side of the ship, the scene below him was still a lush dark green jungle and craggy mountain peaks, stretching to the northeast and stretching to the end of the horizon.

However, at the intersection of the forest and the mountains, a flat gap can be faintly seen, as if the ancient gods had dug a passage in the endless mountains with their invisible hands.

“…… That should be Iron Rock Canyon, right? Sehireu looked at the flat gap that had suddenly appeared in front of the steep mountain wall, and asked himself in a munch.

"Go through there. On the other side of the mountain are the Black Earth Hills, the Black Water River, and finally the Black Man City. When I was younger, I was about 12 years old, and I lived here for more than a year with the mercenary group. It was a memorable and wonderful time. Misha said.

"But my memories in Blackman City are not very good. It was only less than 10 days, but it was directly surrounded by the army of undead and demonic beasts. I thought I wouldn't be here for the rest of my life, but I didn't think that I would have to come back in less than two years. And the enemies are still the same. Sesilyu held his chin and sighed with a wry smile.

Suddenly. She saw a large bird rising from the opposite hill, flapping its wings and flying in all directions in a panic. The terrified roar of the beast also vaguely wafted through the mountain, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

Sehireu's face sank, and it took him less than a second to switch himself from a sentimental girl to an elite naval officer on the verge of battle: "Misha, it's already 6 o'clock in the morning on June 15th. According to the schedule, the Winged Scout who went to the front, that is, the Ironstone Canyon to explore the way, should also come back to report, right? ”

"Theoretically...... If nothing happens......"

Sehireu nodded, and shouted to the flag officer near the main mast: "Flag the flag, put the whole fleet on alert!" Then he strode into the cabin, ready to wake up the commander, Field Marshal Conrad. This elderly veteran must not have the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early like other old people, and if there is no emergency military situation, he will not get up until after 10 o'clock every morning, probably because of the old man's lack of energy.

The only beautiful girl in the expeditionary force headquarters had just taken a few steps before she couldn't help but stop, and she was suddenly attracted by the more intense noise coming from behind her. The cacophony was clearly not from the beasts of the mountains, but from the early risers of the warships, many of whom even let out cries that bordered on fright, as if they had been frightened by herbivores.

Can this still be considered an elite federal central forbidden army? What a shame, right?

Glancing at the second lieutenant officer standing at the door of the cabin and letting out a scream, the guy must have been no older than himself, raised his eyebrows, put his hand on his forehead, and carefully looked at the large "black cloud" that began to rise in the mountains in the distance.

At first glance, it looks like a "black cloud", but in fact, it is a large area of black death crows controlled by undead magic, a kind of living zombie that can be called a bird-shaped corpse poison diffuser. If you take a closer look, this is only the outermost composition of the "Black Cloud", and there are actually a large number of Black Flag Winged Man bandits with all kinds of armor and weapons, and occasionally a few bone dragons with flapping wings. Such a combination seems to be chaotic, but all of them are villains with evil shapes, and they do have a few evil spirits. Rookies who have never seen a real battlefield may indeed be taken aback.

"One more flag! The fleet remained in the same formation, and the battleships Endeavour, Indomitable, and Dreadnought in the front of the fleet, as well as all four Skybow-class cruisers, opened the main gun doors of the magic crystal on the foredeck at the same time, waiting for the salvo order! As the only staff officer in the entire expeditionary force headquarters who had already gotten up, Sehireu, who had a sense of responsibility and decisiveness and was the best among his peers, hastened to give the second order of the day. At this moment, it was as if she was the commander of this grand fleet.

At the moment when the seven large warships of the avant-garde unfolded the magic crystal cannon at the same time, a small shadow had broken away from this large and unknown "black cloud" and slowly greeted the mighty fleet.

Without the order of the flagship, several of the warships in the vanguard did not fire, perhaps because their absolute little shadow would not be a threat at all.

A little closer, Isehirus's eyes finally saw the shadow's body clearly, and involuntarily covered his mouth.

It was a headless Wingman corpse, clad in Federation uniforms and Scout light armor, presumably a member of the Wingman Scout Force heading straight ahead. The unmanned corpse, as if it was still alive at this time, flapped its lifeless wings behind it, and slowly approached the front of the Federation fleet.

It would be inappropriate to say that it is a corpse, it should be said that it is a winged headless zombie that has been transformed by necromancers with necromantic magic, which is why it can still fly with its wings. On top of that, the headless winged zombie held a head with no expression of pain or despair on its face, with its hands outstretched.

This is already not just a provocation, but an outright slap in the face. Even Sehiru's cultivation almost crushed his silver teeth. She took two deep breaths, which calmed herself down, and opened the silver pocket watch that Lu Xi had given her, and the time was exactly half past six in the morning.

"Haven't the generals gotten up yet?" Sehireux asked aloud the ensign who had the hatch door.

This "civilian service" officer, who had obviously never been on the battlefield, woke up like a dream, rushed into the hatch, and began to call out to the bigwigs of the Federation fleet who were still asleep one by one.

Half an hour later, one of the marshals, four generals, and senior officers of the General Staff finally gathered on the bridge. Of course, perhaps it was also due to Sehiru's impromptu decision, more than twenty magic crystal cannon kites were far away from the center of the enemy's array, and they did not take the liberty of launching an attack and stupidly entered the range of the magic crystal cannons.

"You're doing it right!" The marshal complimented Sehireu in a very sincere tone, and then asked: "Then, my lords, the enemy did not hide in the mountains, as we imagined, but appeared before us in a grand manner. Now, what should we do next. ”

"Let the fleet change to a line formation, and prepare for a salvo." The staff of the fleet in the middle of the Vilf built a yì road.

"However, if such a large fleet changes formation, a temporary formation confusion is inevitable. What if the enemy suddenly launches an all-out attack at this time? "The deputy commander of the fleet, a veteran who was about the same age as the marshal, Admiral Nadnas turned the other party viciously, and immediately expressed his disapproval.

And maybe a lot of captains haven't gotten up yet. Sehireu mused.

"It is possible to let the Nahibia move forward, form a goose-shaped formation with the seven warships of the avant-garde fleet, and start exploratory shooting." Rear Admiral Millsay, the captain of the Nasibia, said so.

"The general flagship cannot be allowed to enter the front line, on the one hand, it does not conform to the principle of the art of war that the main general cannot be moved lightly, and on the other hand, it may also be regarded by the captains as a way for the commander to grab merit." The fleet's watchdog, Rear Admiral Reeves, commonly known as the "Overseer," shook his head and objected from the perspective of "politics" rather than military reality.

I'm really convinced. Sehiraeus secretly sighed and asked the sky speechlessly. (To be continued......)