The flames had risen to the main deck, and the thick smoke gradually obscured his vision. Fang Zhu felt that the deck under his feet was shaking and making an overwhelming sound, as if it would separate and disperse at any time. Fortunately, it was just about to be about, because other ships had already been put into practice. His eyes passed through the gaps of the rolling smoke and looked into the distance, and there was only a Napelle, which was almost the same as their condition, and was walking in the flames.

Flames emerged from the thrusts everywhere in the Napelle hull, from the lift cabin, artillery deck, and captain's room, and then in a shocking explosion, the high temperature detonated the main core crystal on the magic engine. Napelle broke into two and slowly sank.

After a rustling noise in the squadron channel, a voice came from: "Napelle left the formation." It was the voice of the elderly captain. Fang Ling had a calm and experienced impression of him. It is said that the captain had participated in the Battle of Byrne - in the transportation work in that fierce war, and was the only person in their fleet who had had close contact with war.

"I hope he still has the starlight..." Fang Rong thought to himself, and then gently took off the communication crystal. He turned around. Liuying swallowed a small mouthful of saliva there and said to everyone on the deck in a low voice: "We are the only one left..." The voice was slightly less certain, as if it was said that in fact, they couldn't hold on for long, and they would soon follow the footsteps of the Pelle - and even other ships.

The rest of the people on the ship gathered on the deck, Hongye, Kaka, Liuying, and the craftsman named Xiayue, as well as a few familiar faces, which were all the names that Fang Zhu could call. Except for the indigenous sailors, the rest were all the callers, a total of seventeen people. As for the others, they had already been extinguished by the previous artillery fire. The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and even the main deck was burnt and black. They were more like a group of quails waiting to die in the oven. There was no one in the cabin below. The flames gradually climbed to the mast and ignited the sails. The ship lost its power and direction, and slowly fell downwards with a slightly arc-like route.

But their mission had been completed. Xia Yue raised her head and counted the fleet in the sky that covered the sun and shone through the sky, like a swarm of bees. A shocking explosion flash was coming from behind the dark shadow of the ship on the port side. The flash passed through the gap between the ships and reflected in everyone's eyes. Although they could not see what was going on there, it was undoubtedly a war-

"At least we attracted enough attention to them." Liuying whispered. "No, we deceived them." Hongye shook her head and corrected her.

They were the fleet that attracted Shadowmen to open a hole near the main formation, or the main fleet of Silver Weislan and Silver Forest Spear found a weak point in this dense formation - but that weak point was just an illusion, and under the huge gap between Shadowmen and them, it did not exist at all.

But when Silver Weislan and Silver Forest Spear and even the entire battlefield launch a raid on the "gap", the choice came to the side of the Shadowman - when the enemy exposes the fragile tactical links to you, can you suppress the impulsive instinct in your heart, or choose a balance point between completely eliminating the enemy and temporarily retreating?

The better the commander is, the easier it is to seize the fleeting fighter jets on the battlefield, and the easier it is to fall into this trap. That is the classic battle for KUN to reach the top.

Fang Yu bet that Bai Xue must also be very clear about the battle, and will be able to understand his intentions, and seize this fleeting opportunity created by them. For the shadow man who has been dormant for thousands of years, there is a high probability that he has never heard of or seen similar tactics. He does not know what the thousand-year time means to the shadow man, but judging from their rigid response, the passage of time should also have significance to these "creatures".

From this point of view, even if their chances of success are not very high, at least they still exist.

On the battlefield, some luck is needed, and 100% sure does not exist. The best commanders are excellent gamblers. They are calm and calm and can still suppress their voices at the last moment before the winner is decided.

At least from the result, they seemed to have succeeded, or at least half of it - from the first half of this tactic. Although this was not due to him, but from the genius creativity of the 'omniscient' whom he had never met.

But that doesn't matter.

The moment the opponent's commander decides to invest troops on the front battlefield and sets a trap, many things have been decided. The brilliant fireworks are just a reflection of the momentum on the battlefield at this moment:

A huge vortex has been formed. It is like a ruthless meat grinder, constantly swallowing the forces invested by both sides. Indeed, the "control" of this meat grinder is in the hands of the filmmaker. The losses of the selected party are far greater than the losses of the filmmaker. At this speed, the filmmaker will soon win.

A clean and neat victory.

But this also means that they cannot retreat, because once they disperse their superior forces, the advantages they originally obtained will be gone and the two sides will retreat back to their equal status. Not only that, the situation on the battlefield has entered a new stage. They fight together in an indissoluble manner, and easily retreating or changing the original decision may be an unknown result for both sides.

This is the magic of battle. It changes ever and never has a predetermined result. Even for the party who has absolute advantages, it must be dealt with carefully. For the commanders of both sides, there is only one choice left at this moment, that is, to continue to invest in the chips in your hands until one side completely loses everything.

War has always been a zero-sum game.

But this vortex is exactly what the summoners need. They are like firewood that is constantly pouring into the heart of the furnace. At this moment, the summoners choose to use themselves as fuel and let the reaction in the heart of the furnace continue.

Until the moment they all turned into ashes.

The clouds below are tearing open by the dawn, revealing the snowy winter land. Into the pilo's vision is a black line of advancement. The candidates are spreading across the right bank of the Moss River, flooding the fortress there like a tide.

Above the end of the attacking arrow, the morning mist dissipated, revealing the flat giant beast path, Elpaxin towered above the core of the floating city, which had been revealed above the horizon.

Perhaps it was time to win, but unfortunately for everyone on this ship, they might not see those. It is not certain how many of them can survive. Everyone was silently calculating that they had few starlight left - most of them were killed more than once in this battle.

For Fang Zhu, this is particularly a headache.

How much starlight is left?

"It's a pity that the camera located on the main fleet cannot overcome many obstacles, even if it's given us a final close-up," Kaka sighed: "As we all know, as long as your achievements are unknown, or if not many people know it, it doesn't exist."

"How come it doesn't exist? As long as we defeat the Shadowman, all the sacrifices we make are worth it. Wait..." Liuying's eyebrows suddenly stood up and she said angrily: "Don't look at me with that kind of gaze!"

Kaka looked at the silly and sweet girl with a regretful look, then she felt her stomach touched and bent down with a muffled groan.

"I deserve it."

Everyone couldn't help but have a common idea in their hearts.

"The fifth round of attack is coming!" Xia Yue, who had been watching the sailboat, suddenly spoke.

The two shadowmen hunting fleets still followed their traces, and never gave up until the Napelle sinks.

"They are climbing, and they may see that we are about to sink, and they are not going to waste firepower on us..." The others also stared in that direction and spoke.

Some people also said: "That is not the fifth round of attack, it is the sixth round of attack..."

But Fang Yu raised his hand to calm the others down.

The clockwork fairy he released had already seen a real look. The black muzzle on the Shadow People's fleet was indeed aiming in this direction, and the nightmare furnace structure was refilled on the fire deck. However, he thought that the other party should not pour too much firepower into a sinking ship unless the other party hated them to the core - but he seemed to have done nothing that could make people grit their teeth after breaking into the siege.

In fact, on the contrary, they have been passively being beaten because of the gap in the range of artillery, so they can't even fight back.

However, through the clockwork fairy passing through the smoke of gunpowder, Fang Zhu quickly saw more pictures. Behind the heavy smoke, a shadow man's main battleship was slowly coming over.

He suddenly realized the intention of the Shadow People, lifted up the goggles, and shouted to the others: "Be careful, there is a Shadow People's battleship in front of us, we may be about to bump into it!"

A bold idea suddenly arose in Fang Yu's mind. He closed his mouth and looked at Hongye who was beside him. The other party obviously thought of something similar at the same moment, met his eyes, and then nodded slightly.

Just the other people on the boat? Hongye seemed a little hesitant and couldn't help but look at the indigenous sailors. What should these sailors do after they left?

But the other party seemed to understand what she and Fang Ling thought in that moment. A sailor-like man stood up and said, "Everyone, if you have any ideas, please let go. If you stay here, you are just dying with this ship."

He paused for a moment before saying, "Don't worry about us, let us survive and die with this ship. Now... is not the time to hesitate about these."

"You..." Hongye was stunned for a moment.

What she wanted to ask is, do you believe in us--believe in some conveners?

I just experienced all this together, and this question seems a bit redundant.

Fang Zhu just looked at the other party silently, then nodded to him. "I'm handing it over to you on the ship, the sailor is the leader."

"This is my honor, Mr. Captain." The sailor pressed his hand on his left shoulder and bowed to him with the etiquette of the people on the sea.

Fang Yu turned around and gently placed his hand on his control gloves. "Do you still remember our previous tactics?" His question was for the crowd of the summoners, and his voice seemed a little surprised: "Everyone, let's give each other a little more surprises to help Bai Xue and the others--"

"Wait, you mean..." someone said.

But Fang Yu's eyes only looked ahead, and he reminded him intently: "Be careful, the shadow man will not let us lean over easily."

The bloody bow was splitting the smoke on the battlefield, making the scene behind it appear in everyone's vision. It was a shadow man's main battleship, which was crossing the hull toweringly and cutting into their route from the front in a melee.

Its towering shadow covered the tallest mast of the sailboat. The side of the Shadowman Floating Ship was almost like a huge wall that was pressed over, and it was much more spectacular than every Shadowman's sailboat they had seen before. "So big..." Liuying murmured to himself, and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

When she first met the flagship Red Queen of Jeffrett's Reddish team in Port Giants, she also felt a similar contrast that made her feel very small.

"Beware!" The next moment, someone's scream was covered by a violent explosion. The hunting fleet of shadow men above finally opened fire. They obviously did not want to see this broken sailboat hit their main battleship.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But Liuying was still immersed in the previous shock and did not react at all. Or the way of fighting on the Akira Sea had exceeded the limits that this poor girl imagined.

She just watched a green flash hit the side of the ship not far away, and then exploded, and a flying wooden board flew towards her horizontally. It was said that Nightingale's reaction was extremely fast, not to mention that she had the ability to reflect intuitively.

But these abilities could not work when the master's mind was blank, unless it was a magical ability similar to the Dark Ceremony. When the Six Shadow blinked his eyes the next moment, everything seemed too late. But suddenly, a figure flew over and hit her in the waist. Miss Nightingale felt a huge force coming, and she flew out and rolled on the deck for a few times.

But after all, she still had the instinct of her profession. She stopped with her backhand and finally came to her senses. She suddenly realized something in her heart. She subconsciously looked in that direction and found that Kaka was lying there with her eyes closed, her hands still maintaining the posture she had just hugged her, but there was a wooden thorn in her chest, and the blood was gradually fading.

"Kaka!" Liuying felt her heart tremble slightly, and she felt heartbroken for the first time. She didn't care that the deck was hot, and immediately got up and rushed towards that direction.

But halfway through the way, Kaka raised her hand to stop her, then opened her eyes, stared at this direction, smiled at her, but her smile was a little bleak: "It's okay to hurry up."

"Are you crazy!?" Liuying saw his partner's dark eyes staring at him. He felt that he was not so disgusted for the first time, and even had a slightly strange feeling.

"It's not me who is crazy, help me up quickly." Kaka replied with difficulty.

Liuying didn't dare to ask too much, and her face even turned a little red. It was indeed her momentary distracted, which led to all this.

She stood up carefully, holding her responsibility and making her kneel half on the ground. At this moment, the artillery fire had completely destroyed the last power of the sailboat. It was falling rapidly in a fragmented sound.

The strong wind was spreading across the deck, pulling Mars to fly backwards. The ship had lost its lift and began to fall rapidly. The hull was shaking violently, as if it was about to fall apart the next moment. The thick smoke also obscured the vision of other directions. Liuying didn't even know what the others were. She only noticed that her partner was looking up at the sky, and at this moment a huge shadow was passing by the top of the two people-

That is the main ship of Shadowman.

The fall of the sailboat made it intersect with the Shadowman's battleship and became farther and farther away. The Shadowman's abacus started, and they even lost the last chance to hit the Shadowman's battleship.

But another tiny opportunity still exists...

Kaka recalled Fang Yu's previous words, and he coughed and whispered: "Liuying, I count one, two, three..." The voice was almost unsustainable, but Kaka still gritted his teeth and said: "...you dance with me..."

"What did you say?" The wind was too strong, and Liuying could hardly hear what his partner was saying.

But Kaka turned around and gave her only a clear look. The gaze seemed to shine into the girl's heart, making her slightly stunned.

"three……"

"two,"

"one,"

"Jump!"

Kaka raised his hand and shot out his flying claws at the moment when the shadows were closest to them, and the deck under his feet also made a huge moan at that moment, and slowly overturned.

Another rope passed through the smoke. Kaka felt relieved when he saw the color of the rope. His partner was Nightingale, and Flying Claws were Nightingale's old career.

Then more ropes penetrated the smoke, and that was the others, but not every craftsman seized the opportunity. The previous artillery fire swallowed up some people, and the remaining ones were only seven.

He soon saw Fang Zhu.

Fang Yu was swinging over with the silver-white rope, and the two of them crossed in the air. Fang Yu glanced at the latter and nodded slightly. It was not too unexpected for the young man from the Jeffrett Red Team to survive.

Then the two of them raised their heads together and stared at the shadow that was getting closer and closer. Although they survived for the time being, how long they could live was an unknown number.

This time they only had seven of them, and they were no longer prepared carefully to ensure that they were foolproof. No one could provide them with any cover, and for the filmmakers, they were not unprepared.

But the road ahead has no room for stop.

That might be their final battle on this battlefield.
Chapter completed!