Looking at the expressions of the generals present, Roronoa touched his horn and laughed complacently.

"It seems that the development of the Chinese Empire is not fast, and the transmission speed of information is the same as ours. The fleet has been going smoothly and has not met them. From this point of view, it is certain that their era is the same as ours. If they were already in the industrial age, it would have prevented the empire from advancing north long ago, and it would have been inevitable to seize Madagascar."

"The Commander is wise. You can judge the technological level of the Chinese Empire from these small things. It seems that what we are worried about before we set out will not happen. Isn't this a blessing? The current development of the empire still takes time, and the territory just seized by the Middle East and West Asia also takes time to digest."

The subordinate gave Roronoa a flattery at the right time. He nodded with a smile on his face to show his praise for the subordinate.

The officer next to him looked annoyed. This kid took the lead in such a good chance to flatter, no wonder he was promoted faster than anyone else. Well, I can also say flatteringly. I will definitely seize the opportunity next time. Everyone clenched their fists and made up their minds secretly.

"Gentlemen, how long does it take to land on the dock and land? Send the stinking army soldiers behind us to the island to complete the task. We cannot become the navy of the Demon God Empire that traverses all over the world!"

Roronoa looked at the dense transport ships in the distance with disgust.

"Your Excellency Commander, they are really stinking all day long..."

An officer answered first, but was interrupted by his beloved commander before he could speak.

"Damn kid, don't you understand what I mean? I asked when will the soldiers behind start logging?"

The spoken officer was scolded for a long time and couldn't speak, leaving a bad impression on their commander. It seemed that the dedication could only be said depending on the timing.

"Your Excellency Commander, you only need to wait for another two or three hours to send away the stinking army soldiers. During this time, you may be able to have a cup of tea and smoke a cigar and you can pass it soon. Just as I have the inventory I snatched from the white people in Europe, I hope you can get your appreciation."

"This is a good idea, good boy, I don't even have much hidden goods. I didn't expect you to have it, so go and try it!"

Smart people will choose the right time to speak. The damn boy's timely attentiveness succeeded again. The remaining officers present could only watch the two of them turn away with envy, especially the officers who were scolded, and were even more upset. When they could not see the figures of them, their companions looked at him with gloating.

Everything that happened on the flagship did not affect the normal navigation of the fleet. The destination was close to us, and it seemed that the speed had increased a little.

“Buzz…”

"Brother, have you heard any sound?" The soldier looking at the wind on the deck of the iron armored ship asked in confusion as he looked at the dark clouds all over the sky.

"There is no sound? Are you hallucinating your hearing when you are suffocating on the ship?" the companion rejected with a smirk on his face.

“Buzz…”

"It seems that there is indeed a sound, where did it come from? The sky?"

The two looked up at the sky. There was nothing else except the clouds that seemed to be lower and lower, but the roar was getting louder and louder. More and more soldiers had noticed strange noises from the sky. The strange noises that had never been seen made the soldiers panic.

The abnormality outside alarmed Roronoa, who was enjoying tea and cigars, was about to stop the riots of the soldiers, but heard the roar from the sky.

"Damn it, this is the enemy's fighter jet, their era is higher than us, and order the transport ships to dock with maximum power, the fleet is scattered, and escape as much as possible. Facing the torpedo of bombs from the sky, we are just lambs to be slaughtered."

It seems that General Alex Pang Xin was not surprised. Although Roronoa was arrogant and hypocritical, and was willing to listen to his subordinates' flattery, there was indeed some real information. He knew very clearly that in the face of the Chinese Empire, which was one level higher than them in the era, and it was an attack from the sky. The fleet without air defense weapons was absolutely impossible. He only hoped that the soldiers on the transport ship could successfully board Madagascar. The possibility of occupation was very small, but at least it could cause some trouble to the enemy. The fleet would be dispersed and fled, and some lucky people could escape.

The Commander no longer had the calmness and calmness of the previous one. His young life was not wanted to be lost on the battlefield of his first battle. For him, it was not just a bad experience in his journey, but a very bad luck. No one could have imagined that the Chinese Empire was so hidden so deeply, and he was ready to open his pockets, waiting for him to come to the door automatically, and could not describe his current mood in words. He left everyone behind and ran to the cockpit of the flagship and shouted loudly: "Everyone obeyed the order, the right rudder..."

The soldiers did not know why the commander came to the cockpit, but they still habitually followed his orders and controlled the warship's steering as fast as possible. The huge ironclad ship brought a graceful arc on the sea, and shook the large army and ran alone towards the slanting rear.

The other warships of the fleet that received the order reacted slightly slowly. After understanding the commander's order, they dispersed. In a hurry, the fleet, which had no command, was instantly in chaos. There were many people who collided with each other, but all the transport ships galloped towards the coastline of Madagascar regardless of the care.

"The Demon God is here, today is our disaster day." Roronoa stared at the huge group of aircraft emerging from the clouds, and was quickly lowering its fuselage and rushing towards the fleet. The dense group of aircraft was like a dark cloud that had just appeared quickly moving forward in a low altitude.

"Boom..." Roronoa staggered, and it turned out that the flagship that had suddenly turned was hitting the transport ship that was coming oncoming. When he stood up, the other party was already disintegrating quickly, and the soldiers on the wreckage jumped into the sea like rain.

"Commander..."

Roronoa interrupted the driver's hesitation and shouted, "Soldier, don't you understand what I mean? Don't worry about what you encounter, just run back as fast as possible, understand?"

"yes……"

At the critical moment, the commander did not care about the lives of the soldiers. He only hoped that he could successfully escape the attack range of the enemy planes. Although this seemed irresponsible, there were many soldiers who could be the noble people of the demon god. As long as he went back, he could organize a new group immediately. He wanted as much as he wanted. No one could disobey his intentions, because he had the genes of General Alexander's immediate family.
Chapter completed!