The desolate small town in Banjul, the desolate empire, has expanded a lot, and there are many more urban residents, but the skin color is different.

This city that is sad to hear about by the European countries has always been the key target of harassment by their navy. The small town has to undergo artillery battles of all sizes every day. The busy people have lost interest in the bombing that will be staged every day, and they are not interested in looking up.

Today, the soldiers in the turrets along the coast seemed to feel completely different from the previous experience of dealing with errands. Each of them showed an excited expression on their faces. It seemed that something that made them happy had happened?

The morning sun had already risen, and a fleet of forty armored warships of all sizes gradually came from the distant horizon. Every day, they would come to fight against the soldiers of Banjul Fort every day. Six or seven different countries were hung on the forty warships, representing where they came from.

The soldiers on the fleet were also bored with the daily routine of attacking enemy cities. The same offensive tasks depended on luck and the results of luck will be achieved. It also depends on luck. Which unlucky warships will be left behind in today's mission.

If we continue, this shallow sea in the coastal part may one day be filled with the wreckage of their warships.

What makes the naval soldiers depressed is that the newly destroyed turret will appear in its original location the next day, as if it was exactly the same as the turret they destroyed yesterday, as if the result of yesterday was just a dream. Could it be that the monsters have construction techniques that they don’t know?

Whether they understand or not, they can only repeat yesterday's shelling mission again. Perhaps because the monsters are practicing slavery, they have such a fast construction speed when the slaves are desperate for their lives, and they can only comfort themselves in this way.

As they gradually approached the coast, the fleet commander arranged the attack targets of each fleet in an orderly manner. For the turrets on the shore, they could accurately find the other party's position with their eyes closed.

The shore defense fort was the first to open fire, and the rumbling sound of the cannon sounded again. The people in the city were still busy. No matter which side suffered losses, they were not interested in seeing it. It was important to complete the established tasks every day.

The artillery battle between the two sides was in full swing. Everyone in the fleet thought that the mission would be over as usual today, but the coalition seemed to take it too much.

"God blessed, we destroyed four turrets today, one more than yesterday. This is our progress, isn't it?"

The soldiers were watching the destroyed artillery battles and the artillery battles were tepid. They were already looking forward to the return journey. The same tasks every day were boring them, and a little bit of battle would make them discuss for half a day. What they were more looking forward to is to return to the naval base in the Cape Verde Islands early.

The shelling mission has been carried out for more than halfway, and everyone has gradually relaxed. After a few more rounds of shelling, the mission is over.

What's strange is that the turrets of the Demon God Empire were fighting back very densely today, as if they wanted to leave them behind.

After all, the terrain of condescending shore defense cannons is dominant, and their range of artillery fire is also different from that of the fleet's naval guns. Two unfortunate iron armored ships have been caught fire, and there are many casualties. When the soldiers in the joint fleet saw the scene before them, they sighed that the soldiers on the two warships were so bad that they had no other reaction. After rescuing the escaped soldiers, they quickly prepared to retreat.

But it was not easy for them to retreat today. The entire fleet had just completed its turn. A black line appeared on the horizon behind them. At first, they thought that other fleets passed by here and they didn't care. But when they gradually got closer, they found that the black demon flag was hanging and the entire fleet was painted into black. They only thought of the monster empire. They were shocked and thought of counterattacked and hurriedly formed a sea battle formation, but there was no time to react in a hurry. Moreover, the hidden fleet of the Demon Empire chose to launch an attack very cleverly. It was when they relaxed and wanted to retreat. The shells consumed a large part of it, and they occupied a favorable position as soon as they appeared. They launched an attack as soon as they approached the range.

"God, where did they hide the shipyard? Or did a fleet that took on the destruction mission fight against the enemy less concerned than us?"

The white people habitually shouted God when unexpected situations occurred. Indeed, the fleet suddenly appeared in the Demon Empire scared them. They originally thought that the entire West Coast was under their surveillance, and they did not know that there was no shipyard to put into production. And they also built such a huge fleet. From a distance, there were more than fifty large ironclad ships. Did they appear out of thin air like magic?

Their questions were not answered by the enemy, but instead smashed the dense shells into the coalition fleet. From time to time, warships were hit and caught fire. The hasty counterattacks launched by the panicked soldiers did not cause much damage to the enemy. Perhaps their energy had been consumed in the attack with the enemy's shore defense turret just now.

The sound of "rumbling" artillery covered the entire outer sea of ​​Banjul City. The abnormal situation finally attracted the attention of the slaves in the city. It seemed that today's artillery battle lasted a little longer, and the sound was different from the past. It seemed that the distance was too far away. At this time, I looked up at the sea. The coalition fleet that originally came to attack the artillery every day was catching fire everywhere, and the fleet surrounding them was slowly attacking them, accurately sending deadly shells into the coalition fleet.

"That's our fleet. The damn enemy can finally be solved. I'm almost used to listening to the sound of cannons every day to work!"

The slaves' interest suddenly became raised, and cheered as the coalition warships were hit. In fact, when there was a shortage of naval forces, they kept breathing in their hearts, hoping that when all this fleet that attacked every day would be sent into the sea, it seemed that they could do it today.

More and more coalition warships were sent to the seabed, making the remaining warships even less interested in fighting. Their shells could not last long, and if they did not escape, they might be wiped out, especially when the rear was blocked by the enemy, but they did not dare to surrender. They knew exactly what the monsters did in West Asia, as if they could not escape death no matter what their choice was.

The struggle to fight to the death was useless, and only caused some casualties to the enemy. A few unfortunate enemy ships were hit and sunk. However, the outcome of the coalition fleet was destined. None of the forty armored warships escaped, and the surviving soldiers were even slaughtered. This disappeared fleet was destined to become a mystery in the hearts of European countries, because no one would tell them what the fleet had encountered?
Chapter completed!