When passing the nerubian warship, Qianye looked at the burning hull, but until the end, he didn't see anyone crawling out of it. Apparently in the just round of bombardment, all the crew members died inside.
Qianye once again felt powerless, this feeling made him very uncomfortable, so he moved uneasily. If it was on the land battlefield, a nerubian viscount and hundreds of elite fighters were a strong force, and it would take some time to kill them all. But in the Void Fleet battle, they died silently in just a moment, and Qianye didn't even see what they looked like.
Qianye put away his thoughts and turned to observe other directions.
Zhao Yuying's maneuvering of the ship was extremely decisive, constantly accelerating and rushing. Not far away, three Eternal Night battleships quietly appeared, outflanking them. If Zhao Yuying hadn't accelerated to leave in advance, she would be surrounded right now.
Zhao Yuying made a big circle and rushed obliquely towards the area where there were many imperial warships, but the three Eternal Night battleships were still hot on their heels. And Qianye turned the turret, aiming at the opponent from a distance, while observing the opponent's movements.
Among the three warships, there are two blood warships and one nerubian warship. Among them, the nerubian warship's trajectory is the most irregular and erratic. However, in Qianye's real field of vision, the trajectory of the nerubian warship left thick remnants of the original force, slowly drawing a gradually clear pattern.
With a thought in Qianye's heart, he stepped on the pedal vigorously, and with a bang, a three-meter-long crossbow flew into the void with a long roar. It's just that the landing point of this heavy crossbow is completely empty, there is nothing there, it's just relatively closer to the nerubian battleship.
Even Zhao Yuying was a little surprised by the blast, and said to herself, "Did it go off fire?"
However, the nerubian battleship suddenly jumped, and it actually got in front of the heavy crossbow by itself!
The powerful heavy metal crossbow easily pierced through the frontal armor of the nerubian warship, and got in, piercing all the way to the center before stopping. Afterwards, the original force pattern flashed on the crossbow, followed by an earth-shattering explosion.
That nerubian battleship was only a frigate class, and it was hit directly by Qianye's shot, and its speed immediately became sluggish. In such a fierce and chaotic battlefield, it is like a wounded wild animal, and will soon be targeted by people.
Qianye's shot also startled the other two blood destroyers who were chasing after them. They all slowed down in unison, ready to look for another target.
The imperial destroyer was not fond of fighting, and continued to fly to the distance, and quickly opened the distance.
The fierce air fleet battle lasted for a whole day before coming to an end. When the destroyer commanded by Zhao Yuying finally landed, the ship was also full of scars. However, thanks to the superior armor of the empire, it was not too seriously injured.
Zhao Yuying and Qianye walked off the destroyer side by side, she put her paw on Qianye's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wu, it seems that we should really build a battleship for you, and just put a high-power cannon on it. .”
Hearing this, the crew members of the empire and the Zhao faction who followed the two were both ashamed and admired. The imperial officers in charge of ground support and battle record registration had already rushed over. They chatted with the original captain of the destroyer for a while, and then their faces changed, and they kept sneaking glances at Qianye.
In this fierce battle, the destroyer destroyed and seriously damaged two Yongye destroyers and three frigates. The record is brilliant.
Its own losses are minimal, as long as it is repaired, it can be launched into the air again.
In the entire battle, except for Zhao Yuying's command, Qianye's artillery skills were almost at their peak. He was only in charge of one turret, but the number of hits accounted for three quarters, and almost all of the fatal blows came from Qianye's hand. When facing the last opponent, Qianye even created a record of hitting the same wound with three consecutive heavy crossbows.
In the early morning of the next day, the sky had just lit up with a sliver of light when Yang Li, the deputy commander of the Third Fleet, arrived at the command tower. At this moment, the war was over, and the takeoff and landing field was full of all kinds of warships and transport ships, and soldiers had just disembarked from the transport ships. There were maintenance vehicles and fuel delivery vehicles everywhere, which seemed chaotic.
Seeing this scene, Yang Li couldn't help but snorted heavily, and the temperature inside the tower immediately dropped several degrees. An officer who had followed Yang Li for a long time immediately said, "General, most of those transport ships are transport ships from different families, they don't listen to our command at all, they can land wherever they want."
Yang Li's face turned dark again, and he snorted coldly, "These blood-sucking insects lying on the empire!"
He didn't finish his words, but his confidants naturally knew what he meant. Yang Li was born in a poor family and climbed to high positions in the army all the way. He has always believed that aristocratic families are not the pillars of the country, but the silverfish of the country. He hates the nobles of the family.
At this time, Yang Li suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Where is the No. 36 destroyer that was transferred by the Zhao Clan yesterday, how is it doing now?"
The officer flipped through the brochure in his hand and said: "I returned safely after the battle yesterday, with only minor damage. It is expected to be re-listed after simple repairs and maintenance. This is the military record of the No. 36 ship..."
Yang Li clearly saw the officer's hesitation, stared, and shouted: "Show me, it's still hidden under the armpit."
The officer had no choice but to pass the booklet over, and Yang Li snatched it away. After only a few glances, his expression changed, which was indescribably wonderful. He turned it over several times before looking at the officer again.
The officer hurriedly said: "I have checked with the personnel on the ship at that time, and the record is correct."
Yang Li snorted, threw the brochure on the table, and said, "Fortunately, that's it."
"Where is General Lu?"
Yang Li pondered for a moment, and said, "Send this achievement together, Mr. Lu doesn't like to hide anything."
An officer came out in response, and when he stepped out of the room, the other asked: "General, wouldn't it be possible to catch them in this way?"
"With the call-up order, there is no reason to speak of it. However, if they think that they can do whatever they want by making military achievements, they are wrong. This is a battlefield, a battlefield where millions of troops have gathered. A few rampant little guys, very It's easy to get into trouble." Yang Li said lightly.
Not far from the take-off and landing field, there is an airship base. Although this base was built temporarily, it has a large scale and complete facilities, and it has already become a small city. This is the temporary base of the Third Fleet of the Empire, and also the base camp during the entire war.
At this moment, in the central command building of the camp, a middle-aged general with short stature and short hair as hard as a needle is sitting at the dining table, enjoying a breakfast that is not hearty at all. Compared with his dazzling general rank, this breakfast is simply crude, not much better than that of lower-ranking officers.
While destroying food at a constant speed, he listened to the adjutant reading the battle report. Soon he heard the record of No. 36 ship, and he stopped for a while.
The adjutant stopped winkingly, for fear of interrupting the general's thinking.
After a while, the admiral stuffed the potato hanging in mid-air into his mouth, and said slowly: "It's really a good fight, but it makes me hate them even more. Keep reading."
The adjutant breathed a sigh of relief, turned to the next page of the battle report, and continued reading. He also came from a poor family, and worked beside Lu Boyuan, the commander of the Third Fleet of the Empire. Although he had a great future, he would not be deprived of military merits, and he had opportunities to advance that were not available elsewhere, but he always walked on thin ice.
At this moment, Qianye and Zhao Yuying had already left the take-off and landing field, and went to report to the Imperial Camp not far away. With Zhao Yuying's status, she easily obtained a batch of military vehicles, and carried herself, Qianye and the accompanying Zhao clan soldiers to the imperial camp.
On the way, Zhao Yuying asked again: "Qianye, are you really not with us?"
Qianye shook his head and said, "Free hunting is more suitable for me."
Zhao Yuying frowned and said: "But this time it's not a bloody battle, nor is it a sleep of giant beasts, this is a real war, without any restrictions, do you understand? On a battlefield of this scale, it is possible to meet the Marquis at any time, Even the Duke. Even if I run into them, I will run away, let alone you. If you follow the army, it seems that the chances are less, but it will be much safer."
This was already the number of times Zhao Yuying had tirelessly persuaded her, so Qianye had no choice but to tell the truth: "I don't need safety, I just need military merit."
"Why? What do you want so much military merit for?"
When it comes to military achievements, for some reason, Qianye feels a little uneasy again, as if something is about to happen. This made his face look a little unnatural, Zhao Yuying saw it, of course she refused to let it go, and continued to ask.
"I need military merit, the more the better. I always think it will be useful in the future."
Zhao Yuying glared at Qianye, and said: "Military merit is nothing more than exchange for status and wealth. What else can it be used for? No matter what you need, what does our Zhao Clan have? Even if it is a bit difficult to be a knight, it is still worth it. It can be operated. Besides, you are not a person who is on the battlefield for the first time, so you should know that the dead have no military merit."
Facing Zhao Yuying's endless verbal offensive, Qianye could only raise his hand in surrender: "Okay, I understand, if there is any danger, I will come to you, okay?"
Zhao Yuying reluctantly accepted, but couldn't help admonishing Qianye a few words: "Little Wu, even Xiao Si will act obediently with the big army this time, you must know that he is still stronger than you now."
Qianye only nodded to express his conviction. Just like that, while Zhao Yuying was talking endlessly, the off-road vehicle drove into the imperial camp.
Qianye and Zhao Yuying were separated in the camp area. For a strong man like him who chooses to hunt and kill freely, the Imperial Army has other arrangements.
Led by a female major specially sent by the military, Qianye came to a tent. The large tent is full of various supplies, and several military officers are busy at a temporary workbench.
A lieutenant colonel picked up the booklet, glanced at Qianye, and asked, "General Qianye?"
"it's me."