Chapter 567: New action (on)

Corali is one of the many docks on the port of Saarland. A wide and flat berth platform extends from its many stations and lighthouses, forming a group of three fangs that can be used by all kinds of visiting ships to enter the port. A docking station for parking and loading and unloading cargo.
But generally speaking, civilian ships will not be accepted here, because it is mostly used as the home port of the First Fleet.
Reaching Corrali's control center, several officers found that they were in a closed room overlooking the pier, with dense and intertwined cables entangled in the ceiling and dark places.
The flashing light bulbs illuminate the technicians who are maintaining the control center, and a faint yellow light is reflected from many screens and data displays, unable to fight the darkness.
A blue projection is located in the middle of the room, rotating on a bronze platform.
It roughly outlines the three-dimensional form of Coral Pier.
Such technology is amazing, but it made the officers present very curious.
"This is... the assistance provided by the Civic Temple?"
"Yes, a set of granular intermittent resolution instruments and a wide-angle arc detection network can monitor and reflect objects that are thousands of miles away from the surface. If this is already there, the attack of Ok will not happen."
There is a huge and prominent window facing the officers on the wall, through which they can see the magnificent sight in the port.
In the distance, between the sky and the water, the twisted clouds are transformed into countless figures in the infinite darkness due to the brilliant light of the magnificent stars. At this time, it is evening and the sky is dark quickly.
This is a stunning beauty, ignoring the fact that the circulating air in the control center becomes muddy.
It didn't take long for another officer to arrive here, his footsteps echoing in the enclosed environment, and the continuous buzz of the invisible force could be felt through the steel floor.
The air is also hot, and there is little that can effectively shield the noise of the central generator.
When the other officers arrived, Niels Yule was already standing at the conference table of the control center, inquiring about the station manager of the control center.
As the commander of the First Fleet, he made a very serious mistake in the last attack. He was away from his post and chose to hang out on the street at the time. Although such an act was not necessarily related to the attack by Ok, he did I can't forgive myself.
Originally thought he would be removed from office, but surprisingly, the Ministry of Defense and the President did not seem to have any special instructions on this, nor did he intend to hold anyone accountable.
Since he is still in this position, then he will have to make up for the mistakes he made, simply say that there are only two words-
revenge.
Soros was the last officer to arrive. When he came to his place, Niles nodded at him.
"Hello, our brave army sergeant."
As soon as he said this, other officers laughed. Soros took off his hat and said embarrassingly:
"Sir, this title makes me feel a little headache."
"Ha, after all, not everyone can get a few green skins up close."
Soros smiled bitterly at this, and after the attack, the eloquent sailors all rumored that he had killed a dozen Oakes by himself on the lower deck, and even later became a freehand kill of a dozen Oakes. The title of "Sergeant of the Army" spread. Everyone said that he was the most capable of sailing on the ground, and the most capable on board.
"Okay, rest time ends here."
For a time, everyone stood still and stood up, waiting for the chief to speak.
"sit."
With a clatter, all the officers sat in their chairs neatly.
"Do you know why you should come to this place for a meeting?"
Niels took the lead in throwing up a question, and the rest of the people made eye contact with each other, but did not stand up.
Until a minute later, Soros replied quietly:
"hidden."
Niels smiled at him because of the movement of the facial muscles, a scar extending from the bottom of his left temple to the bottom of his chin crawled like an insect, which was the "memorial" he got in the last attack.
His house was burnt down in the shelling of Ok, and his wife was disfigured. In order to save a daughter, he lost another one.
Only those who know him can understand how deep the hatred and pain in him is.
"Part, not all."
The commander of the First Fleet nodded, with a stern expression like a stone carving.
"We received a message."
When his hand lightly touched the conference table, a holographic chart appeared in front of everyone, and then he outlined a red line with his fingers.
"An Asmodo transport fleet was attacked by Ok in this area, at least half of the warships and transport ships were sunk or robbed, and the incident happened a month ago."
"One month? Why did it take so long to hear the news? Shouldn't—"
A skinny officer asked in a low voice, and Niles raised his hand to interrupt his next words.
"Some people don't want this to spread too early, that's not something we need to manage."
"A new command from the War Department?"
Soros has a keen sense of war. Since this series of events has occurred, the Naval Warfare Department cannot be indifferent to this, and the President will not indulge Oak’s piracy.
Until now, they still do not think, or do not admit that Oak has a naval force ~ EbookFREE.me ~ their combat methods are no different from the past pirates.
Saarland is just a case in point, and they will not succeed at any time.
"Yes, a new action."
Suddenly everyone was up, but Niles didn't seem to be so enthusiastic, which made Soros feel a little strange.
If his memory did not go wrong, his chief contacted the Admiralty for more than ten telegrams in more than a month and planned several counter-attack programs, all of which were aimed at destroying the Oak fleet directly. In the port.
When it comes to the most radical main battle group in the First Fleet, it is none other than him.
"This will be a sudden and quick action. Although it is a bit different from my expectations, it seems to me extremely conservative, but..."
Nilston paused, looking very unwilling.
"...We still have to implement the Naval Warfare Department plan."
With that, he turned sideways to take out a roll of the map from the bag on the side, then spread it out on the table, and everyone stretched out his neck to look at it.
It was a security map of the port area, with the place name clearly written on it-Van Geely.
"This is based on aerial photographs and special information. We all see the deployment of Port Vangeli. Everyone can see that a large number of shore defense batteries are deployed around the city. According to the information, these are very large-caliber artillery, and the range may be The main gun of our battleship is farther away."
Then, he clicked on the scattered tower-shaped markers.
"More importantly, there is a large amount of rockets they have used, which can pose a great threat to our warships."
Soros frowned. This is a hard bone. If the First Fleet is going to forcibly eat the Oak fleet in the port, the price paid may not be small, or even great.