The next day, the eastern waters of the Brandy Kingdom.

The warships on the sea are mighty, hundreds of warships ride the wind and waves, sailing at full speed, and the sea breeze howls, blowing the flags erected on all the warships.

The flags on the battleship have three colors: red, white and yellow, representing the Kingdom of Doyle, as well as the Kingdom of Brera and the Kingdom of Fergesack.

Each battleship was full of soldiers in armor, one by one, with serious expressions and eyes full of desire for battle.

They were ordered by the commander-in-chief of the World Government, and the three countries sent joint armies to attack the Brandy Kingdom at the same time.

As for the army's 30,000 troops, they are still in the rear.

They have the conviction that this battle will be won.

After all, the Brandy Kingdom is only a small country, the army strength is only 60,000, 300,000 against 60,000 people, even if you close your eyes, you can fight this battle beautifully.

Maybe there is no need for the 30,000 troops in the rear to fight at all.

At the front of the huge warship team, three larger warships marched in unison, and at the bow of each battleship, stood the great generals of their respective countries.

King Doyle's great general Evan was unusually burly, three meters tall, muscular, his chin split in half, he raised his binoculars, and he could faintly see the brandy kingdom fleet ahead through the mist.

"I saw them, at most ten nautical miles, two old fellows, the opportunity for the three of us to make a contribution has arrived."

The corners of Evan's mouth curled up and he laughed, and then he ordered the herald behind him: "Prepare for battle, go five nautical miles further, and you will almost reach the range of heavy artillery." The

herald behind him immediately relayed the order, and for a while, all the artillerymen were busy, adjusting the angle of the heavy artillery, and the soldiers were wiping their weapons one by one, eager to rush up the next moment.

Gotha, the great general of the Fergessak Kingdom, was bloated, shirtless, with two golden belts wrapped around his balloon-like belly, and the fat on his body was also swinging rhythmically with the shaking of the hull, and he smiled:

"Brother Evan, this time the three of us are very fair, it depends on who kills more people, but the old king's dog life, I am going to decide, neither of you should rob me!"

Evan said sarcastically: "Then let's each rely on our own skills, killing him can exempt him from three years of heavenly gold, do you think I will easily give it to you?" "

The great general of the Brera Kingdom, Water, looks old, and the wrinkles on his face are piled up, like rolling hills, and years of war have made him understand in his heart that the most taboo thing to fight a war is to underestimate the enemy, otherwise it is very likely to lose.

He didn't say a word, just stared at the large black shadow in front of him through the telescope.

As time passed, the two sides got closer and closer, and the more Walt had a bad premonition.

Evan on the side laughed loudly: "This brandy kingdom, it is estimated that it has never seen so many people, it must be scared by us, floating motionless on the sea, isn't it looking for death?" The

fat general Gotha said with a smile: "I used to hear that the great general of brandy was brave and resourceful, but now it seems that it is just a waste, I think I may not be able to fight later, and the opposite side will surrender directly."

After saying that, the two laughed at the same time, and the laughter resounded on the surface of the sea.

"No, something is wrong, haven't you noticed that the other side is too calm, it's just a bit abnormal."

Walt held the binoculars, looked ahead, and suddenly said loudly.

Gotha laughed and said, "Then what, it must be desperate, to be honest, if it were me, in the face of 300,000 enemies, I might surrender faster than him." Evan

, the great general of the Doyle Kingdom, snorted coldly, "As long as they don't hang the white flag, we will fight to the death."

The old general Walt said: "No, their flag is black."

"Then I'm afraid of an egg, the whole army listens to the order, aims, and is ready to fire at any time!" Evan roared, and all the soldiers of the Doyle Kingdom immediately entered a state of readiness.

The fat general Gotha also issued the same order with a smile, and the artillery ammunition and most of the heavy artillery they fought this time were provided by the world government for free, not in vain.

As soon as the old general Walter raised his hand, the herald behind him turned to issue the same order.

In the distance, the red sun on the seaside slowly rises, shining on the sea, and the sky gradually becomes brighter.

The battleship team of the Brandy Kingdom has also gradually become clear, forming a long formation on the vast sea, and dozens of warships are lined up, like a tall city wall, guarding the Brandy Island behind it.

"No, their number is not right, definitely more than 60,000!"

Old General Walter's face changed and he roared loudly.

General Evan of the Kingdom of Doyle and General Gotha of the Kingdom of Brera were also solemn, and they also discovered this, and at this time, through the telescope, they could clearly see the soldiers waiting on the battleships.

The soldiers of those brandies had serious faces, and they didn't look like they were about to surrender, but there was a hint of pride in their expressions.

What do they have to be proud of?

General Evan put down his binoculars, his eyes were cold, "It seems that at least more than 120,000 people, but even so, we are still twice their strength, and the advantage is still great." "

The Brandy Kingdom is quite deep, there are so many soldiers." General Gotha's gaze was solemn, and he knew that he could not be as relaxed as he had thought before.

General Evan looked at the long battleship in front of him, and in his mind he judged the distance of the artillery fire, he took a deep breath and shouted:

"Everyone obey the order, light the fire, and prepare to fire!"

The fat general Gotha immediately gave the same order.

For a while, torches were lit around the artillery on dozens of battleships, and hundreds of flames rose and fluttered in the wind.

The angle of the artillery has long been adjusted, as soon as the fuse is lit, the shell will be fired immediately, and all the artillerymen are holding their breath, waiting for the final order to fire.

Only the old general Walter is still observing the enemy with a telescope, he always feels that something is wrong, the other party in this war is obviously inferior, but why are those soldiers so calm?

The lead general can pretend to be calm and confident, but those tens of thousands of soldiers are calm at the same time, then it is impossible to disguise.

So, where exactly are they dependent?

Are there any reinforcements nearby that they don't know about?

Walt immediately looked around, even behind them, under the clear sky, the sea was endless, and there would be no ambush at all.

The two sides were getting closer, General Evan's arm was already raised, and experienced artillerymen knew that they would soon be in the optimal range.

However, the old general Walter was even more uneasy in his heart, and inadvertently, his gaze swept over the black banner that he had ignored for a long time, and the three swords on the banner were crossed.

Wrong!

But he clearly remembered that there was a white wine bottle in the middle of the brandy flag.

His face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly roared: "Stop, stop Lao Tzu immediately, don't shoot if you don't want to die!" "

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