Orc Tyrant

"Have you not contacted Uenofire?"

Leo Semple walked back and forth in the cabin with anxiety, and asked the transmitter the same question for the twelfth time, and the result was the same as the previous eleven.

"No, sir, I haven't received any messages from the Wildfire."

"It's been so long..."

He stood still, came to the edge of the chart, and pinned a thumbtack to the final report position of the Wildfire.

A few hours ago, he received a telegram from the Wildfire stating that they had found the ship that was killed. This was a good thing. The Wildfire asked the fleet to slow down and wait for him to do the same.

But he unexpectedly did not expect that this would be the last message sent by the Wildfire. After that, no matter how the telegrapher contacted, the Wildfire seemed to be silent, and there was no response...

This made Leo Semple very uneasy, because at the speed of the Wildfire, if he moved at full speed, he would have caught up with the fleet at this time.

In order to wait for the Wildfire, the speed of the entire fleet slowed to half of its usual speed. It is almost the afternoon. If the Wildfire has not appeared in the evening, then the matter may be very serious.

"Order, all **** ships enter a state of combat readiness."

After thinking for a while, Leo Semple gave his orders to be on the safe side, so the sailors entered their posts one after another, especially on the main turrets and auxiliary gun positions.

However, until the evening, the Wildfire did not appear, as if it had disappeared.

During the night sailing, Leo Semple could have temporarily handed over the post to the deputy captain and had a good rest, but the disappearance of the Wildfire made him unable to sleep. He just sat on a chair in the command cabin and stared at the chart in a daze.

He was thinking about what happened to the Wildfire?

Is it a mechanical failure?

But even a mechanical failure does not prevent them from sending out wireless telegrams.

Are they attacked?

Leo Semple couldn’t find a target that could threaten the Wildfire. Although it was only a cruiser, it was known for its speed. Even if it couldn’t fight to run, it would be difficult for any ship to catch up. Battleships that can catch up to it often fail to defeat it.

And in this sea area, there seems to be no hostile force.

The mysterious trust council?

I heard that they have a fleet that is erratic like ghosts, but it is just a kind of rumor, and no one has ever witnessed it.

West Benedict Empire?

This is possible, because they have protested more than once against the Republic’s deal with what they call "traitors", but they should now be poor at coping with the offensive of the Trust Council, and they are unlikely to proactively provoke the Republic.

And there is...Ok?

When this idea jumped into his mind, Leo Semple even wondered if he had a mental problem due to excessive tension.

Those brainless green-skinned beasts have nothing but muscles. On land, they may be able to make a stupid army suffer a lot by brute force, but at sea, their muscles have nothing but to make them sink faster. usefulness.

This kind of animal-like thing, probably can't even pile up building blocks, how can it be possible to use a complicated warship?

But apart from these enemies, what ghost can sink a cruiser of several thousand tons in the barren sea? Isn't it the sea monster in ancient legends?

A series of questions made Leo Semple’s head a little sore. He got up from the chair and picked up the kettle to make some refreshing drinks for himself. Maybe he would take a rest. Maybe the Wildfire will appear early tomorrow morning. The fleet is near, maybe their radio is faulty

not always.

So comforting myself, Leo Semple took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze outside the cabin where Leo Semple came, and then handed the kettle to the orderly.

The moonlight is very clear tonight, and the weather after the storm passes by is always like this. More than a dozen ships line up in a standard **** formation. They are constantly using lights to signal each other to mark their distances to prevent collisions. Everything looks good. There is nothing unusual.

"Sir!"

Suddenly, there was a faint sound from the mast, and Leo Semple looked up and found that the lookout was calling himself.

"what's happenin?"

He quickly returned to the command cabin and said to the microphone:

"what happen?"

"41 degrees to the left, a ship shadow was found!"

"What distance!"

Leo Semple immediately became excited, and the Wildfire finally caught up!

"Within 10,000 meters! Sailing at high speed!"

"High-speed sailing... signal the lights!"

With that said, Leo Semple picked up the telescope and walked out of the cabin and looked out, but his eyesight was not as good as that of the watchers, and he could not find the trace of the Wildfire on the dark sea.

"Why don't you turn on the signal?"

This darkness made him vigilant, and the subsequent report from the lookout made him feel that something was wrong.

"Sir! The other party did not respond!"

"Pull the alarm!"

Ding Ding Ding~~!

The sudden bell made many sleeping sailors roll directly off the bed, and then they followed the crowd in a daze from the lower deck and came to their posts in a daze. There were also some who went the wrong way. A lot of confusion.

With the alarm bells on the Red Dawn, several other frigates also sounded sirens. They are all small frigates under 3,000 tons, belonging to the Seagull class with the largest service in the Republic.

The frigate is a kind of ship unique to the Republic, and it is also called **** destroyer by other countries. This kind of warship does not have strong firepower, but its speed and seaworthiness are good. In addition to its low cost, it is very suitable for **** missions, so it is used in large numbers. Manufacture, currently there are hundreds of ships in service in the navy alone, and some belong to the inland river fleet.

"Sir!"

The deputy captain in a hurried coat came in, but saw Leo Semple with a serious expression.

"what's happenin?"

"The Wildfire has appeared."

"Then why did you raise the alarm?"

"because……"

Leo Semple slammed the console, then roared into the microphone:

"Fire flares!"

Bang~!

Soon, the main gun on the front deck fired several flares toward the left. Small parachutes were hung behind these violently burning ammunition, which could greatly slow down the speed of the fall.

As a white light illuminates the sea, a vague outline appeared in people's vision. It was cutting through the waves and galloping toward the fleet.

"That's... the Wildfire?"

The deputy captain rubbed his eyes, but he didn't see it clearly, but Leo Semple clenched his fists.

"It used to be, but not anymore...Each gun position aimed at the target and fired immediately!"

"Wait! Why attack the Wildfire!"

"Because it has been captured by the ship, don't you see it!"

When the warship that returned like an evil spirit broke into the six-kilometer guard zone, the shadow on its outline was finally erased, and the lookout on the Scarlet Dawn stared in horror, as if seeing it. The worst thing in life...

On that high mast, hundreds of blood-stained hideous heads were swaying in the sea breeze, shaking with them, and a black battle flag!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Boom~!

The Red Dawn’s main gun fired first, and then more artillery joined the unison, and the upper deck of the Wildfire burst into flames.

Subsequently, its former main gun also fired at the fleet, but the shells just fell randomly into the sea without causing any threat.

The **** fleet quickly changed its formation, the transport ship began to accelerate, and at the same time the Red Dawn led another frigate to intercept the crazy Wildfire, but at this chaotic moment, two predators quietly appeared in the distant waters... …