People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 705 Confrontation since ancient times...

The air seemed to become heavy, making it hard to breathe.

The light dimmed at a speed discernible to the naked eye, making the Originium patterns of the warships on the battlefield and the ancient sorcery from the Sarkaz even more dazzling.

A dull thunder exploded from the sky, and the roar almost echoed on people's scalps.

Windermere felt the approaching natural disaster, and even she couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted.

"Duke, the natural disaster has affected communications. The connection between the main ship and the secondary ship has been cut off. The intelligence officers are ready!"

The report from the confidant came from behind Windermere.

Windermere knew clearly that in such a chaotic battlefield, the most stable way to transmit information was to rely on the lives of intelligence officers.

Her order would send countless soldiers on a journey of no return, but she could not hesitate for even a moment.

"Pass on my order. Have the deputy ships give up blocking the No. 017 deputy ship. All of them should disperse and start defense to prepare for the natural disaster."

"At the same time, all secondary ships' weapons cease fire and prepare for battle. Target, main ship!"

"Once the deputy ship No. 017 catches up with the main ship, open fire immediately!"

Windermere's three instructions immediately changed the expressions of his confidants and the staff.

But Windermere's command was not over yet:

"Main ship continues to move forward at full speed, order the main guns to fire, target, airship!"

"Yes!"

Even though her relatives were horrified, the iron discipline that Windermere had trained herself to uphold was perfectly demonstrated at this moment, and her orders spread as quickly as they were issued.

On the battlefield, under the heavy disaster clouds that seemed to be able to be touched with one's hand, two huge monsters approached rapidly from the left and right sides of the battlefield in a life-and-death posture.

The energy fluctuations of the Originium at the muzzle of the main gun of the high-speed battleship on the right were madly condensing, flashing the light of death.

The airship on the left was approaching downwards, rushing towards the main ship as if it was ready to die, and its main gun also began to gather energy fluctuations.

There was no hesitation on either side, and they used their killing moves as soon as they met.

Two energy beams several meters thick slanted out from the muzzle and collided in the air. The explosion and roar that broke out even silenced the thunder of the natural disaster.

A bright orange sun was born, collapsing inward for a moment before exploding violently.

The huge energy compressed the air into a shock wave visible to the naked eye, rolling up endless sand, gravel and dust and spreading them in all directions.

The nearly 100-meter-high warship was slightly lifted up by the impact. The front half of the ship that was off the ground could not withstand the impact and began to deform, with a large amount of debris torn off.

The airship on the other side was in equally bad shape. Even though it tried its best to protect itself with shadows, it was still shaken in the air by the impact and fell into a canyon.

Compared with Windermere's high-speed warship, the airship obviously suffered a greater loss in this battle.

Once this type of flying device lands, it will lose all its advantages and become a free-standing chicken at the mercy of others.

In the high-speed battleship, Windermere plunged his saber into the floor, barely controlling his body from being thrown out.

Behind her, even though the others were prepared, they were still thrown away by the violent tremor.

Qi Yan narrowed his golden eyes slightly, sat the doctor down on his body, and stabbed his hands into the wall and floor like knives, successfully saving the doctor.

It’s a pity that the hooded man who was being protected didn’t show any gratitude at all. Instead, he rolled his eyes because of Qi Yan’s butt.

The battleship structure let out a painful wail, and the second wave of impact followed as the lifted battleship fell back to the ground.

This time, in addition to Qi Yan and the doctor who was firmly pressed by his buttocks, even Windermere was shocked and staggered to the ground.

Qi Yan pulled his hand out and scratched his head in confusion: "Why does it feel like the second wave of impact is not that strong?"

"Are you a bitch?"

The doctor's scolding was a little weak: "The second wave of impact came from below. You pressed me down, so of course I couldn't feel anything... Ah, white-haired dog, why do I see a river in front of me?

There was also a Sarkaz with long pink hair, who looked so familiar. She said she was Theresa and was here to pick me up. "

"Doctor, wake up and don't go. Theresa hasn't completely won the resurrection match yet!"

Qi Yan quickly stood up, pulled the doctor up, grabbed his neck and shook him wildly.

The doctor's head swayed back and forth like a rattle as he shook it, and finally his head tilted and he lost consciousness cleanly.

Qi Yan took a breath when he saw this.

If he goes back and asks the Doctor to complain to Amiya, won't he be able to escape a day on the bridge?

Just as Qi Yan was hesitating whether to give the doctor artificial respiration or destroy the body, the door of the conference room was pushed open by a group of people.

"Duke, the medical team has arrived. Are you injured?"

A group of medics, all wounded themselves, rushed to Windermere.

"I'm fine, save others first."

Windermere propped himself up, shook his dizzy head, and immediately got back into fighting shape.

She pushed the medic in front of her away, pointed at the unconscious doctor, and then ordered her confidant who staggered over:

"Have the intelligence officer report the damage to the warship and notify all sword guards to assemble on the transport ship!"

"Yes!"

The confidant also pushed away the medic who approached him and stumbled out.

Before she reached the door, an intelligence officer with blood on his forehead came up to her.

The two looked at each other, then passed each other tacitly without wasting any time.

"Duke, the battleship's structure is 40% damaged, and the power module is down. It will take at least ten minutes to restart!"

The intelligence officer seemed to have hurt his ears from the shock just now, and he subconsciously screamed at the top of his lungs: "The weapon module is severely damaged, 70% of the secondary guns have lost their combat capability, the main gun power module is overloaded, the warlock team and the engineering team are doing their best to repair it, and it is estimated that the next round of firing will take fifteen minutes!"

"Order the nearest deputy ship No. 011 to come over for support. All personnel on the main ship except the necessary ones should be evacuated to the deputy ship!"

Windermere barely thought about it, as if all this had already been calculated by her: "The remaining personnel abandon the secondary guns and focus on repairing the power module and the main gun energy supply module. I require them to repair them within five minutes!

After the repairs are completed, set the main ship to cruise automatically and head towards Silverstone Cliff at full speed. I will lead the Sword Guards to land on the transport ship and pursue the airship!"

"Duke?!"

The intelligence officer looked horrified.

The staff officers were so frightened that they all jumped up. The impatient ones kicked away the medical soldiers who were treating their injuries and strode towards Windermere.

"No, Duke!"

"We know your plan. You are forcing the Sarkaz to make a choice, making them decide between returning to defend the airship and attacking the main ship, but you can't take this risk!"

"Let me go. I can put on your outer clothes and clothing, and then stand high-profile on the deck of the transport ship. It will be difficult for the Sarkaz to distinguish in this chaos."

Windermere waved his hand to stop the staff from speaking, and said resolutely:

"I have made up my mind. As the Grand Duke of Victoria, how can I be afraid?

This pursuit cannot be delayed, we must decide the outcome as quickly as possible, and then evacuate the area of ​​the natural disaster!"

After saying that, she drew out the sword that was stuck in the floor, sheathed it, and strode out the door.

The staff was speechless and could only stare at the back of this heroic and iron-blooded duke.

They knew in their hearts that Windermere was setting an example and using his own safety to inspire the morale of the soldiers.

In this kind of confrontation, which is a life-and-death battle, whichever side has higher morale has a greater chance of winning.

But even so, Windermere's decision at this moment seemed a bit too radical in the eyes of the staff.

Under the gaze of more than ten pairs of worried eyes, Windermere suddenly stopped.

She turned around and looked at Qi Yan, who was squatting on the side, eagerly waiting for the medic to rescue the doctor:

"Aren't you coming along?"

(I feel like I've almost recovered. I'll try to update two or three times tomorrow. If that's ok, I'll officially start a three-day update burst next Monday!)