Chapter 630

In the open sea of Marani Bay, however, something happened that the defenders in the fort of Turner Island did not want to see.

The strength of the enemy fleet is more "powerful". Not long ago, shortly after leaving early in the morning, another fleet appeared on the distant sea, with a large number of seven. In the eyes of the fortress garrison, the new fleet joined the formation of the dark green fleet.

The fleet carrying the landing troops finally arrived.

Three troop carriers, three amphibious landing ships, plus a destroyer for escort.

On one side of the main battle fleet, three troop carriers and three amphibious landing ships are berthing quietly. Although the huge ships are of different colors, they all look very powerful.

In particular, the three amphibious landing ships, the straight through deck and the larger ship body give people a sense of "not to be underestimated" from a distance.

Among the six ships, there are more than 5000 soldiers and 80 armored units, including 50 scythes and 30 hammers.

It can be said that in this landing operation, Natasha dispatched all her troops.

The landing troops arrived and the battle was about to begin.

Heavy cruiser, bridge command room.

In front of the command platform, Natasha is looking at a three-dimensional map in front of her.

The map is Turner island.

The map is very clear, even the terrain, latitude, and height are clearly marked.

Relying on the three-dimensional map in front of them, Natasha and yevrich are working out an attack plan.

Once the plan is formulated, mission information can be transmitted to the lower level officers.

In the integrated data terminal, input the corresponding task information, and the data terminal will transmit the task information to the corresponding officer panel according to the commander's idea. Depending on the received task information, the officer will complete the task.

It's like playing a real-time strategy game. Natasha, as the commander, just needs to give corresponding instructions in front of the command platform.

It's just a small island. There's only one direction to attack. There's no shortcut to this battle. We have to attack the enemy head on.

The so-called plan making is just the selection of front-line officers for the operation of seizing the island.

Before long, the selection plan of officers for island seizing operations had been worked out.

"General Natasha! After several days and nights of running, the landing troops need a certain period of rest to ensure that they are in the best condition during the operation. It is suggested to postpone one day and launch the attack early tomorrow morning! "

On the side of yevrich, he made suggestions to Natasha.

Mobilizers are human beings, not machines. They also feel tired. The living conditions on board are not so ideal. It is easy to consume people's energy.

It takes time to recover. Only in this way can we keep the mobilizers in the best condition.

Natasha did not refuse yevrich's suggestion, but said: "before landing troops land on the island, it is necessary for the fleet to bomb Turner island in turn for one day to clear the obstacles for landing troops and reduce the pressure of landing troops."

Looking back from the command platform, Natasha looks at yevrich, and a cold voice comes out of her hood.

"Order to go on, the fleet will attack immediately, and bomb several points on the island in turn according to the plan made!"

Looking straight, yevrich nodded solemnly.

The battle finally began.

At the command, the fleet, which had been moored on the sea for several days, finally got some movement.

From the outside, the warship is as usual, because there is not a figure outside the deck, but in the cabin, the harsh alarm is ringing, and countless figures are running to their posts in the cabin aisle.

Under the command of sergeants at all levels, the whole fleet survived.

Outside, on the broad deck, in the "whine" sound of motor rotation, the turret that had been aimed at Turner Island moved slightly and adjusted its angle.

Whether it's a destroyer, a cruiser, or a heavy cruiser, the main and auxiliary guns on the deck are all aimed at Turner island.

The battle is imminent.

The wind is disturbing, caressing the sea, making it sparkling.

In the vast sea, the fleet lined up, the black muzzle pointed to Turner island.

The defenders on Turner island are tired of watching this formation. Although they have not relaxed their vigilance, they will not think that the enemy fleet will launch an attack today.

But today is different.

In the bridge command rooms of the warships, sergeants at all levels are watching Turner island.

It means nothing else. The fleet is about to launch a bombardment on the other side.

The respective missions, targets of each warship, and mission details are displayed on the panel in the helmet.

The gunner who controls the naval gun also gets the bombing coordinates, waiting for a "fire" command.

For a long time, the command finally came from the communicator.

"Fire!"

Just two words, it is the roar of "death".

In these two words, I don't know how many lives will vanish.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

Under the authorization of the order, officers at all levels in the bridge command room gave orders to fire.

At this moment, the fleet began to roar like death.

"Bang! Bang

Outside, in the vast world, there was a sudden burst of dense explosion.

The muzzle of the black hole was suddenly shocked, and a group of flames came out fiercely, accompanied by a huge sound of artillery.

The fire on the sea flickered, and more than 100 naval guns were fired in volley. The huge noise produced at that moment tore the sky.

The "rumble" from afar made the garrison in Turner Island look slightly stunned.

When they didn't respond, death had come.

The roar in the air came from afar, as if death were hissing in his ears.

That moment.

"Boom! Boom

The earth is shaking, and the sound of "rumbling" explosion is deafening. Countless huge fireballs are rising from all parts of the fort, and the burst air waves sweep everything around with the gravel.

On the city wall, countless defenders who had no time to escape disappeared in the flames and turned into ashes.

With the scream, broken limbs flying, just a moment, the wall was covered with blood, became a scene of hell.