Teams that are not one faction will never come together, let alone fight together.
Fortunately, the British Empire is now on the defensive side, and each fleet only needs to defend its own defense zone.
If they are allowed to join forces to attack others, it is estimated that they will be in a mess before they reach the enemy's position.
The Black Horned Ghost King couldn't help but think of Chen Fan's evaluation of this veteran empire: "It's just a paper tiger, and it can only scare those brave people."
"The king is really insightful!" The black-horned ghost king sharpened his teeth, and was aroused by the arrogance in his heart: "You don't take this king to play, this king doesn't bother to accompany you in acting. Come, hold a combat meeting, Let's play our own."
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The front line base camp of the British Empire, in the highest command.
Marshal Suzani was staring at the canine-toothed projection of the battle with furrowed brows. As a veteran, he saw at a glance that he was at a disadvantage.
Although he tried his best to remedy the situation, these arrogant soldiers under his command have their own hills, and only three fleets can willingly obey his command. As for the remaining fleets, they have the same virtue as the eleventh fleet and give him orders. It's all violations of Yang and Yin.
Suzhani also thought of killing chickens and monkeys, but no matter what a royal relative or a nobleman stood behind the fleet, unless the fleet commander committed the inexcusable crime of treason, he would simply Can't help it.
Now Suzhani feels like an old captain, driving a broken ship through the storm. The key is that few crew members under his hand are willing to listen to his orders.
"Send to the commander of the Second Fleet, telling him that the vacancy on the right line is too obvious and must be blocked by troops immediately." Suzhani ordered in a deep voice.
A staff officer immediately forwarded the order to the front line, but Suzani almost lifted the table in response to the reply sent by the commander of the Second Fleet.
The staff officer said cautiously: "Marshal, the commander of the Second Fleet replied: There is a defense zone in charge of the Fifth Fleet. His fleet has suffered heavy losses and is unable to assist in defense."
Suzhani banged his fist on the table, angry like a lion with exploded fur.
"Who is Little Pooh so angry with you?" Suddenly a smile rang out, and the generals in the command headquarters immediately stood up and saluted.
Suzhani quickly suffocated his anger, turned and saluted: "See my god, may your light never die."
I saw an old man wearing a snow-white robe, a snow-white beard, and a white scepter in his hand, slowly walking in.
This person is one of the three gods of the British Empire, Unar, the of winter and hunting!
Before he became a god, the star of Inver was still in a barren and obscured era of slash and burn.
It can be said that his age is older than the civilization of their entire race.
Suzhani is a direct descendant of Unar, who is considered to be a descendant of God, otherwise he cannot become the commander of the three armies.
Unar waved, everyone hurriedly backed out, leaving only Suzhani. Then I saw him walk up to the sand table projection to take a look, and bluntly exclaimed: "The young people nowadays really don't know how to fight wars. I think the old man back then..."
Suzhani hurriedly said: "My god, can you issue an oracle..."
Unar waved his hand and said, "The three of us have set a rule with the opposite person not to intervene in mortal wars. Otherwise, once the gods go to war, nothing will happen to you."
Suzhani sighed helplessly: "Could we just stand by and watch the imperial army defeated?"
Unal has lived for so long, he has seen countless history, and he is not moved at all. Instead, he said meaningfully: "Sometimes it is better to lose than to win."
Suzhani was surprised: "What does my mean?"
Unar turned around and said: "A big tree with a few leaves can be cured, if the roots are rotten, it will be completely useless."
Obviously, Unar had already seen that the decay of the British Empire had rotted to its roots, and it was time for another day to change, and this was just another stage of countless historical cycles that he had witnessed.
Suzhani heard the horror and whispered: "My god, you are the patron saint of the empire!"
"No." Unar said slightly: "I am the patron saint of England, not the patron saint of a certain dynasty." After speaking, he floated away.
Suzhani slumped in the chair with a chill, feeling frustrated and no longer had the ambitions of his youth.
"Di di di di!" Suddenly the communicator sounded quickly.
Suzhani didn't seem to have heard of it, because he really didn't bother to listen to the bad report.
But the communicator kept ringing and noisy, he was upset, so he just slapped it and asked impatiently, "Where did he fall?"
"Marshal, a good news!!!" The voice of his old man, the commander of the Empire's Seventh Fleet, Stef, was heard in the communicator, and he was extremely excited: "We just won a small victory!"
"Oh." Suzhani's voice is unwavering, because he knows that a small victory will not change the overall situation at all. It is nothing more than a boost of morale, but as the commander of the three armies, even if he knows he can't change the situation, he will not directly. Give up and wait to die: "Which fleet won?"
Suzhani slowly got up and stared at the sand table projection, and found that the situation above was still terrible.
Stef said: "You may not believe it, it's the Pointe Noire fleet under the Eleventh Fleet."
"The Eleventh Fleet?" Suzani thought he had heard it wrong, and clicked on the star map to find the current location of the Pointe-Noire fleet, and was immediately surprised to find that this small fleet of only two thousand ships actually killed the enemy. cutting edge.
"Quickly order them to withdraw!" Suzhani furiously said: "Who gave the order? Should they be sent to death?"
Stef said in amazement: "Isn't it your order?"
Suzhani angrily said: "Will I give such a stupid order? Only send a mere two thousand warships to attack the enemy's front? Get these guys back for me immediately!"
"It's ~EbookFREE.me~Marshal!" Stef hurriedly followed the order.
Suzani stared at the projection of the sand table, and saw the small spray of the Pointe-Noire fleet flickering in front of the enemy army, as if it would go out at any time.
Suddenly the spot of light representing the Noire Fleet flashed suddenly and disappeared!
Suzhani sighed.
Suddenly the light spot lit up again, but this time it appeared behind the enemy line!
Suzhani rubbed his eyes and thought he was dazzled, and then took a closer look and found that the Pointe Noire fleet had indeed appeared behind the enemy line.
Generally, there are only two possibilities for this situation, one is that your own fleet has broken through the enemy's line of defense, and the other is that this fleet has defected!
Suzhani subconsciously thought of the second possibility, but in the next second, the Pointe Noire fleet seemed to smash into the calm lake like a stone, causing countless ripples across the entire defense line of the enemy.
