Bright Era

The patrol squadron under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Neville was passing a small promontory when the windmills on the sea were cheered by the crowd at Dunelker Harbor.

This is the sea area with the most complicated topography near Dunelker. Dozens of rocky and ungrass islands are randomly stacked in this sea area less than a hundred miles in radius. Undercurrents, whirlpools, mists, huge seaweeds and The fierce monsters in the sea, this sea area is called the "cape of no return", is the most dangerous waters near Dunelker.

Hazard represents secrecy, and this is the ideal place for some lawless heroes to arrange their nests. It is also the best place for the attack team from Wudalian Island to sneak into Dunelke. As long as you occupy a small island and set up a stronghold in the Cape of No Return, the aliens who invaded the Dunelker waters can attack, retreat and defend, and they have a great tactical advantage.

The twelve battleships lined up in a fan shape, passing through the archipelago at their slowest cruising speed, and the water trail left behind was like a large net that carefully sifted the headland without returning. From time to time, one or two green fireballs soared up from the battleship, exploding large flares in the sky, which proved that the searched islands were safe.

The violent wind rolled up the big waves and slapped on the heavy hull of the battleship. The huge battleship swayed in the storm. All the soldiers on the ship swayed and shook their bodies with the waves. This is the most uncomfortable season of the year. Even when the people of the Western mainland stay through the winter, the sailors of the patrol squadron must struggle to sail on the sea.

Standing on the flagship's bridge, looking at the raging sea outside through the transparent glass window, Lieutenant Colonel Neville’s adjutant Jerry knocked **** the burnt pipe, refilled a pipe of tobacco, and prayed in a low voice. Said: "Damn weather, I hope those **** alien races won't come to trouble again. Even if they want to trouble, don't come to our defense zone, go to other places!"

Every year, three or five towns along the northern coastline of the western continent are harassed by foreign races. Some harassment teams are not large, and the foreign races with more than a dozen or twenty people rob a little grain and women at most. However, some harassment teams have extraordinary strengths, with thousands of alien teams even capable of attacking a city.

Recalling the five armed fleets of Odin Saint Guards Lin Qi and the others had encountered, Jerry shook his head vigorously. Fortunately, they were only hunting down the ship Lin Qi and the others were on. If this team of elite Odin guards invades the mainland, unless it is a large city like Dunelker where regular troops are stationed and tens of thousands of militias assist in defense, other towns. They were all defeated in one attack, and Lieutenant Colonel Neville, who was in charge of patrols, would be out of luck.

"Great God, let those **** alien races harass other defense zones! Although Dunelker is the only ice-free port in the north of the empire, there are still many other places where you can land!" Jerry was very unkind Praying, it has been 30 years of peace, the blood in the imperial soldiers has been consumed a lot, and the dead friends are not dead, the idea of ​​Jerry has begun to grow in the hearts of many grassroots officers and soldiers.

In the cabin dedicated to the fleet commander behind the bridge, a few bright candles lit up the cabin. Lieutenant Colonel Neville sat at the writing desk, running his pen and writing, and described in detail what happened in the past two days.

A head-sized iron-winged falcon stood calmly on a bronze scaffold next to Lieutenant Colonel Neville. Its sharp gaze swept Lieutenant Colonel Neville from time to time, and sometimes bowed its head to tear a piece of blood between its claws. Beef. The blood-pupil iron-winged falcon, which is one of the few small birds that can fly freely in the storms of the North Sea, is a must-have messenger bird for the Imperial Army and certain army nobles. It is specially used to convey some important, Confidential official documents and letters.

The blood-pupil iron-winged falcon not only flies extremely fast, but its own strength is also extremely amazing. A single blow of a common breed can even smash the skull of a bull. If it is some mutated blood-pupil iron-winged falcon, they can even spit out the wind and kill the strongest large birds in the North Sea.

After rushing to write for a while, Lieutenant Colonel Neville raised his head, reached out and stroked the blood-pupil iron-winged falcon, then he lowered his head and continued to write.

"Dear uncle, Lin Qi’s words and deeds have been described in the previous article. Unlike his peers, he has extraordinary skills and abilities. Judging from his actions, his family should be in Dunelker. It has considerable financial strength and power. It is good for the future of the family to make friends with it. When the family elite is withered and the traditional family interests are invaded by other families, we need external support."

"We need the support of the top of the empire. We need the top of the empire to speak for the interests of the family. Whether he is a civil servant or a military commander, we all need support from the top. In addition, we need more supportive support. Force, manpower , Financial resources! Especially financial resources, as I said to you last time, if our family still has financial resources back then, maybe I am already a navy colonel now."

"I hope you can investigate the background and strength of Lin Qi's family as soon as possible, and make a decision that best suits our family's interests. A golden ticket is attached to the letter for your activities in the Admiralty and try to change my position ."

"With the rank of lieutenant colonel in the Navy, the commander of the Dunelker local guard fleet should be quite suitable for me."

At this point, Lieutenant Colonel Neville couldn’t help but smile. Hell, the patrol squadron commander, embarrassedly appointed as the patrol squadron commander with the rank of lieutenant colonel. This is not because he did not satisfy the greedy deputy minister of the Navy. Has a big appetite, so did he let himself into this unlucky position? At this time, the commander of the Dunelker local guard fleet should be in the mansion, with his delicate lover in his arms, drinking hard liquor, smoking a cigar, and at the same time calculating the fleet training plan after the beginning of spring.

That's what an Imperial Navy lieutenant colonel deserves!

Rather than walking around like a dog in the rough seas like him, with the wind and blizzard. Eating frozen, stale beef, nibbling on stored fruits that are frozen like ice cubes, drinking tea like black and ink, all day long facing a rough guy who never bathes during the entire patrol voyage soldier!

"I hope you can bring me good news. The family now needs an officer who holds real power and has a real say in a certain place!"

"Wish you good health, and at the same time please say hello to Vivia, saying that I think about her beautiful face like a goddess every day!"

With a light sigh, Lieutenant Colonel Neville glanced at the undulating sea outside the window, and added a paragraph to the letter.

"Please ask your old friends in the military department to verify the military merits of Lin Qi, Enzo and me as soon as possible. If I now have a considerable medal, it will greatly improve my promotion and family reputation. Help!"

Sighing again, Lieutenant Colonel Neville shook his head, and tied the gold ticket and letter paper that Lin Qi gave him to the blood-pupil iron-winged falcon's claws with a metal cylinder specially made by the Imperial Army.

Opening the window, Lieutenant Colonel Neville released the fierce bird trained by his family.

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