Dozens of explosions happened in midair like a large fireworks show.
That was the perfect distraction for the Stalkers and Barracudas. They had surrounded them, and the Strike
Cruisers were completely blinded by the chaff. Their sonar’s were blinded by underwater flares and chaffs, and
they were quickly destroyed by torpedoes.
“
Do Draconians have submarines?”
Just then, one of the Barracudas lost contact.
“
Sonar detects Draconian Spectre submarines!”
“
Firing Depth Charge rockets!”
But as explosions started to erupt around them, there was panic.
“
Requesting reinforcements!”
The submarines down below were having a huge fight. They circled around each other, like boxers dancing
around in the ring.
“
Get the depth charges and chaff up. Try to distract them.”
The ships steered clear of the submarines.
“
Fire!”
The Depth Charge rockets flew up, then headed back down and splashed into the water.
The range of Draconian submarines blew into pieces. The remaining Draconian submarines, now retreated.
That left the Draconian turrets.
Using communications, they created a plan to finish off the turrets. The group would split into two, and
attack on both sides. Since the Draconians occupied only a small portion of the wall, as it was huge, it would be
easy.
The 1st group attacked 3 hours later. As the Draconian missiles came flying down in a graceful curve, the
Forsaken fired their CIWS, flares and missiles. The Draconian missiles were gunned down, and the turrets were
damaged. But the Draconians still had a lot of turrets. Some of the close-range ships decided to fire their
cannons, and some of the turrets exploded.
A few of the Forsaken ships blew up. Ships came to surround them, firing their guns at the remaining turrets.
“
Enemy missiles!”
Just as the 2nd group attacked some of the Draconian turrets had their missile systems destroyed. But the
job was not done.
The Draconians didn’t expect such an attack. The remaining turrets were finished.
As some of the ships stopped, some of the men jumped onto the life rafts and sped to the wall. They quickly
landed on the mountain and climbed on the wall. A cheer rose as they manned the gun towers on the Great Wall.
Although it was made of bricks, the situation was as if it was even more powerful.
Admiral Dredge grinned back in the outpost.
5,000
miles away, someone looked at the report, pondering. He used a golden pistol which had been handed
down by his grandfather and shot the person who had given him the report. “Get me that wall back!”
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