Chapter 407

The battle of Muscat sea area is advancing in an orderly manner.

Six hours after the war, valkiri joined the war.

She detoured from the far end to the back road blocked by four brigantines, cut into the battlefield and attacked the lady.

An hour later, the first bargala sank.

The lady's 48 pound bow gun pierced her middle gun chamber with an accurate shelling, and the subsequent tragic explosion almost implicated the lady.

The situation tilted further towards Drake.

In the next two hours, the bajara, which was badly damaged by the ladies in the inner line of the war zone, abandoned the war after the main mast broke, and then valkiri reached the outer line again and opened the saturation against the parallel enemy at a distance of 20 meters.

Two sank and one abandoned. Before sunset, the last two bargala lowered their flags and surrendered.

This is the most intense naval battle resisted by the Sultanate so far. During the battle, the disabled bagala ship was shot 17 times.

The two ships that finally surrendered were not intact, especially the one opposite the lady. The bow and stern of the ship were badly damaged and almost lost the appearance of a ship.

Drake also paid the price.

During the blocking operation, the posju suffered a direct attack of 18 pounds of artillery, the ship's body was greatly damaged, and 13 sailors were killed and 22 injured.

In the battle of Aldabra, the future was interrupted by the Portuguese, and its mobility decreased significantly. In this attack, she was shot in three places, killing 10 people and wounding 12 people. A penetrating injury on the upper waterline completely cut off the possibility of her continuing the war.

But even so, the victory itself is still true.

The fleet took advantage of the night to clean the battlefield. Prisoners, captured ships and wounded ships were placed on Masila island and escorted by impatiens.

There was the logistics base of the war of aggression. 80 people were stationed in zuwo fishing port at the northern end of the island. Eddie was directing slaves to build large-scale construction there.

In this way, there are still six ships left in the secret service formation, including the varkiri, the lady, the new code, the Dendrobium, the xiangyanghua and the Bagh type electro-optic, and the remaining three can really stand firm in the battlefield.

Compared with the intensity of the high-density linear war and the war damage of the Sultanate, such losses can be ignored. Moreover, Lorraine also found treasure among the captives.

Diraman Ben said, the officer in the captivity, called him the second prince.

At the same time, he is also the captain of the bagala ship Zanzibar with 17 bullets. He is the deputy commander of this fleet. In a sea power country, such placement is not uncommon.

Lorraine saw the prince, who was not only fateful but also alive and kicking, in the conference cabin of varkiri.

It was really alive and kicking. Two strong sailors pointed at him with oars, but they couldn't stop him, so he flew up and kicked him on the sofa in the corner.

"A little out of instrument..."

Lorraine glanced at Leff. Leff walked up with a grim smile and punched the prince's chest and abdomen.

The prince coughed blood and fell on the carpet. After struggling for a while, he looked up and spit bloody saliva at Lorraine.

Spittle flew in the air, more than a meter out, and weakly infiltrated into the carpet. Lorraine's chair was not far away, but this moment was out of reach.

Lorraine crossed his legs: "a handsome gentleman once taught me to spit in some strange way. He spit farther than you and much dirtier."

Diraman looked ferocious.

"Pagan! If you trample on a peaceful country for no reason, Allah will send down a flame and burn you at the ends of the earth!"

"This is a novel curse. Those old men in Rome usually say that they tie me to a post, but you allow me to run..."

Lorraine sighed helplessly.

"Well, young man. If I wasn't sure, now I'm sure you're not the favorite son in the eyes of the Sudan."

Di Raman stared: "you are still trying to separate our father son relationship..."

"I'm very busy, at least much busier than your stupid father and your spoiled prince. I don't have time to alienate you idle people."

Lorraine turns on spicy mode.

"It's a simple reasoning. My fleet has been moored outside gaihailil in a peaceful way for nearly 40 days. You don't know. Why I came here, you don't know. I have a dominant strength advantage over your fleet, you don't know."

"You don't know anything, and there should be far more than these five warships in your capital, but you still take five warships and try your best to stop my progress."

"So I know your situation." he stretched out a finger. "You have never been favored, so you are sent by the Sudan. He didn't tell you anything. He just told you that there is an evil invader wreaking havoc on your land. No one can defeat you except you."

He held out his second finger: "you have been unpopular until recently, when things have suddenly improved, then your fighting behavior is to go your own way. Someone half truthfully told you that the invaders are going to knock on your door, so you rush out of the port. You can only summon those soldiers who trust and love you in time."

Dilaman looked pale and said, "elamah... Elamah..."

"I guess I'm right." Lorraine laughed. "Your Highness, are you interested in making a deal with the evil invaders?"

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More than an hour later, the deck.

A ship of sailors and officers joined the sur from all directions in the assault boats of the secret service formation, the relatively intact one of the two captured ships.

There are 233 sailors, including 17 ranks, 13 ranks, 6 ranks and an old man with a rank about equivalent to lieutenant general. He is the most powerful supporter of Dilman in the court and the military, Salman Ibn de chiaz.

Diraman stood on the side of the ship with a complicated complexion, clenched his teeth and said to Lorraine, "pagans, don't want me to betray my motherland!"

Lorraine looked unimpressed and just smiled blandly.

"Look, your highness, I have told you the next invasion plan in detail. Your true supporters are also free. On that magnificent Sur, everyone is named and selected by you or your supporters."

"I put the choice in your hands. When you return to Muscat, you can choose to tell me all about my plan or become my friend. In any case, I won't accuse you of treachery."

"What patriotism is depends on your judgment, not on me. How to save the country depends on your choice, not on me."

"But I will always go to Muscat, and my shells will always fall on your capital. Until your country pays the right price, our war relationship will not change because of the people on the throne."

"I just can always have a path to peace. You don't have to tell me if you want to step on it. You have to tell yourself."

The submachine boat leaned against the side of the ship. Lev threw the rope and shouted from a distance on the water.

Lorraine stepped back to get out of the way and bowed to Dilman.

"Good bye, your highness. I hope you will still be alive when the meeting takes place in the near future, rather than lying in the ruins with despair and blood."

"You are indeed a tangible evil under the devil..." dilaman climbed up the rope ladder and looked at Lorraine with hatred. "I won't give in, pagan. Oman will never bow to the invaders."

"Then you'll die. Bye."