Munitions Empire

At that time, he was already a captain, but he was just a captain of a sailing ship. He was 24 years older than the Dorne Navy Commander Strauss at the time, and he was almost fifty then. Now, he is still a captain, but of Dorne's largest aircraft carrier.

Despite rising through the ranks and becoming an aircraft carrier commander over the years, he still cherished those days when he was alongside Strauss.

Unfortunately, that young man later left Dorne, and the Dorne duo became a thing of the past. Many people reminisce about that era, the era when Dorne Kingdom was invincible.

Everything is over now, as time slowly passes by, with the sound of jet engines roaring overhead, the bridge of the Dorne Empire Valiant aircraft carrier gradually sinks into the not-so-cold sea water.

The sea is right in front of his eyes, yet it has never seemed so hideously terrifying. John Cleves quietly watches the seawater outside the porthole, allowing the water seeping through the gaps to submerge his feet.

He felt his socks completely soaked, followed by his pant legs. The sea water mercilessly swallowed the bridge, leaving only the mast above the water. The radar at the mast's middle had stopped spinning, and the flag above had ceased to fly.

The last bit of air in the bridge was squeezed out by the sea water, plunging John Cleves's view into darkness. This commander of the joint fleet, the commander of the Dorne fleet, reached the end of his life.

"Report! The Dorne Empire Valiant has sunk..." In the bridge of the temporary flagship Winterless Port aircraft carrier, someone was reporting the event to Mike Ravel.

Because they hadn't sailed very far, the communications were still intermittent. A destroyer confirmed the sinking of the Dorne Empire Valiant and conveyed the news to the Winterless Port.

"They finally sent a telegram, wishing all warships to escape this sea area... May the gods bless the Dorne Empire..." An officer stood by Mike Ravel's side, reading aloud the telegram sent by the Dorne Empire Valiant an hour ago.

He just confirmed this telegram from a message received from another warship; the Winterless Port hadn't received it when the Dorne Empire Valiant had sent it previously.

This intermittent communication was frustrating. Mike Ravel took off his military cap and looked in the direction where the Dorne Empire Valiant aircraft carrier once was.

"Wuyang sent a telegram... They have lost all power, and the aircraft carrier is sinking. They wish us luck." Another officer came over, reporting very bad news for Mike Ravel.

All 10 aircraft carriers of the joint fleet were done for, and the 10 battleships had lost their combat capability. The remaining cruisers and destroyers had suffered heavy losses, with only a few destroyers escaping in disarray.

The control of the southern sea area was completely lost, and Dorne's transport fleets might struggle to navigate the southern seas in the future.

More terrifyingly, if the Tang Country Navy fleet resupplies and heads south, wreaking havoc along Dorne's coast... things could spiral out of control.

Winterless Port... the entire Taren Region, alongside the Gobur coastline... Dorne's coastal regions... numerous developed areas, and wealthy cities would turn to ruins!

Dorne is finished! If the Tang Country wishes to act, Dorne could regress by decades in an instant! In Mike Ravel's mind, countless thoughts flashed, filled with despair.

In Qingluan Port, Sun Guang paced around the commander's office, his palms sweaty. He still didn't know what had happened to the joint fleet. It was like receiving notice of a family member in an accident, but unable to get through on the phone...

"Any news from the aircraft dispatched?" This was the third time he asked this question today since early morning. At daybreak, he ordered planes to be sent out to search for the fleeing sea areas of the joint fleet.

However, communication interference remained strong, and none of the dispatched aircraft reported back. Sun Guang dispatched over twenty aircraft, including 17 bombers and fighter jets; he even requested the air force to deploy two fast 183s.

These aircraft returned no news, nor did they return themselves. Nobody knew what had happened, so everyone could only wait anxiously.

"Report, sir!" A military officer approached Sun Guang with what he believed was good news, "General Zhang Xuan agreed to support us. This morning, 20 17 bombers have taken off and are transferring to our Qingluan Port airport... they should arrive by noon."

"What damn use is that! Sending dozens of crummy planes now, what damn use is that?" Sun Guang cursed in frustration. Sending 20 bombers like squeezing toothpaste at a time like this is too late!

It had already been a night. If the Tang Army acted during the night, the joint fleet was in dire straits; what use were aircraft arriving in the afternoon? For search and rescue?

"Strengthen the vigilance of the garrison on the artillery battery!" As the port commander, defending the port was Sun Guang's responsibility. With the fleet's cover potentially lost, he could only rely on himself now.

"Yes!" The officer promptly left at the command, ignoring the fact that his superior had just cursed General Zhang Xuan — pretending he hadn't heard it.

"Report!" Another officer hurried over, holding a telegram: "A telegram from Hammerhead Shark Submarine, very intermittent, but they mentioned the joint fleet..."

Reaching out to grab the telegram, Sun Guang looked down at the telegram's content. It read: "Our sub saw... burning... joint fleet... sinking."

In reality, the telegram stated, "Our sub saw the battleship Valiant Warship burning, multiple warships of the joint fleet had sunk."

Unfortunately, the message was intermittent and only partially received. Sun Guang almost exploded with rage. What the hell did this mean? How had the battle turned out this way, and what the hell should be done?

The unsettling, anxious state with no way to respond drove Sun Guang mad. He had enough of these vague reports — could someone provide a clear piece of information?

"Keep sending to Hammerhead Shark! Aren't they returning? They should be getting closer! Confirm with them! Find out what exactly they saw!" Sun Guang roared the orders almost in a fury: "Increase the power! Whatever it takes, I need to know what's happening!"

"Yes, sir!" The officer quickly ran to the communications room, unaware that death had quietly descended, and disaster had already begun.