"It seems like you are getting better now?"
Seleu pushed open the door, his little face was dirty, as if he had just crawled out of a mine.
The miner was fully equipped, with a folding knife and a dagger hanging around her waist and dried meat in her hands to quickly satisfy her hunger. Her voice was a little unclear, and it seemed that she was eating while walking. There was also a thermite rifle hanging on her back and a bullet belt wrapped around her shoulder.
"Wait a minute, this isn't right!"
Lorenzo rubbed his eyes hard, finding it hard to believe what he saw.
The dignified Duke of Stuart, as if stranded on a desert island, every part of his body exudes a strong desire to survive, no... Compared to surviving on a desert island, she is more like a war veteran.
Seleuco's trench killer outfit really scared Lorenzo. Lorenzo guessed that if her physical fitness and body shape were not limiting her, she might even wear armor or something.
"What happened? They are all dead. Do you need to go to the battlefield in person?"
Lorenzo's words were trembling. From what the ship's doctor said, he hadn't been unconscious for long. What had happened during this time
"What's wrong? We are now being chased by the enemy's ironclad ship. Although we have the advantage in speed, there are many damages on the hull. If we accelerate too fast, the damage will easily worsen, so the exchange of fire is still going on." Seleu said to Lorenzo.
Another cannon shot was heard, followed by a slight vibration, reminding Lorenzo that the war was continuing.
Seleu seemed to be accustomed to this. Her mentality was very good and she easily accepted this terrible situation. She was much better than Hebode who was still confused. After escaping from danger, this Viking wailed towards the direction of the Prismatic Bay.
Well, you can’t blame him. If anyone’s hometown was attacked by surprise at an important port, they would probably be in the same situation as him.
"The demons attacked the Morning Glory Advance. The remaining erosion affects observation and communication. No one knows whether the demons will take advantage of this to climb up again. Shrike ordered each of us to wear equipment." Seleu's voice was somewhat helpless. "This place is like a closed island. You never know where a demon will jump out. With the current forces, we cannot provide timely rescue. We can only step up our defenses."
Seleu opened the hatch completely, allowing the light behind him to fully penetrate.
"So... how long are you going to sleep?"
…
"Are you ready?"
Seleu stood in the corridor and shouted boredly. After a while, Lorenzo's response came from the cabin.
"Right away, wait a minute!"
Shaking his head, Seleu didn't ask any more questions. He just stood there obediently, humming a strange song, and walked back and forth in the quiet corridor.
The condition of the Morning Advance was not good. Although it was the most advanced ironclad ship of Inglvig, it had never had the opportunity to receive adequate maintenance after experiencing so many wars, and it continued to fight to this day with scars all over its body.
According to Notar, judging by the number of ships sunk by the Morning Advance, with such a record in just a few days, it can be regarded as a legendary ironclad ship. Of course, this is largely due to its technological advantages, solid armor, terrifying Ascalon, and burning lacquer and antimony fireworks...