Black Sail
Chapter 554: CLXXXIII. Heaven Port has its own bomber

Chapter 554: CLXXXIII. Heaven Port has its own bomber

Due to the development of Magic Energy Industry and the technological revolution of the Great Navigation Era, the form of warfare on the Western Continent had already changed before the arrival of the Outer Heaven Visitors led by Lagrange.

Apart from special operations like Magic Rune Heavy Cavalry and Heavy Soldiers, knight battles had evolved into positional warfare. Weapons such as muskets or magic-guided rifles became mainstream, as no one wanted to have a direct shootout with the enemy; soldiers would dig foxholes to gain an advantage.

Gradually, it directly evolved into trench warfare.

The vast area between Silver Moon City and Drifting City was filled with barbed wire, chevaux de frise, and complex trenches.

No one knew what Crocodile Island and the Eternal Sect were up to. For the past few days, they had been eerily quiet, hiding behind Silver Moon City.

Black Sail could only stay on high alert, preventing them from breaking through to Drifting City. Even if surrounded, they could still be starved to death.

The current primary military objective was to act as the overseer army for Uborio.

Fen was in charge of the left-wing defense, while Liszt was responsible for the right-wing defense. They operated separately, forming a flanking position.

Liszt was grateful that Fen brought some intellectuals from Heaven Port this time. Swan’s mind was outdated, and those pirates he picked would be shot to pieces here.

As an old political prisoner, Fen’s civil engineering skills were maxed out. The people he brought were also smart, and there were no problems with the field fortifications.

Although Fen wasn’t on Liszt’s side, he had some of his own followers working on the military constructions here.

In the winding trench bunkers,

There were semi-automatic rifles, magic-guided rifles, and telescopes placed on the stone-built gaps for mounting guns.

The decor of a mere 20 to 30 square meter bunker was extremely simple. The most valuable item was only a radio transceiver.

"Just let Sharon and the Princess stay together. Don’t come to Earth; stay on Mars. Come quickly once the supplies arrive. Over."

Liszt ended the transmission, took a drag from his cigarette, and went to the bunker gap to observe through the telescope. There wasn’t a single ghostly shadow in the vast wilderness, the calm before the storm.

"How many people have died these days?"

Liszt promoted a tattooed Beastman with a large build to a temporary officer. As the East Sea Brother One, he naturally had an international vision and kept an eye on international news. This Beastman had some background in his homeland and found the Northern Realm too shabby, so he brought his brothers to Heaven Port to have fun.

Originally, he was in a low-key business group, yet in the Doringger era, their annual performance was always in the top twenty. But with Black Sail rising, they were naturally recruited.

Beastmen averaged a much taller height than humans, starting at around two meters.

The Beastman named Ang Shan was 2.7 meters tall, it wouldn’t be right not to have him hold a stick.

"Just a few hit by stray bullets; any real trouble and Lao Da would handle it. What casualties?"

Ang Shan was also a retired military man from the Northern Realm Beastman Tribal Alliance, who had fought with Aran. He had seen many formations, but never one like this.

He had never seen such a badass. He even suspected his two thousand pirates were just here to mess around. Liszt personally led the charge, slaughtering anyone in his way. Bullets and bombs were ineffective against him. The first generation of magic puppets from the Aran Army were hand-ripped like Gundam.

Last week, some Vice Admiral showed up, got killed before realizing what happened, looking like a space jump, flashing by with a sword, and everything, even the Magic Rune Armor, was instantly incinerated.

Stats, mechanics, overpowered settings.

Really, Liszt was playing on cheat mode. If Liszt said he was taking brothers to kill the Emperor, Ang Shan was willing to follow.

All they needed to do was cover him; the right wing was so tightly defended, not even a mosquito could get through.

"Damn, but we can’t be careless. Take care of yourselves. When this is over... I’ll lead you to traverse the Four Seas, taking down every damn Giant Whale Guest, Diaz, Gate of Truth, and any consortium that stands in our way."

It’s widely known the Four Heavenly Kings are actually five.

Currently, Black Sail was not yet qualified as a top-tier profitable organization, but once this deal with Mulong was completed, they would be well on their way to competing, heading straight to the peak of the world!

"Alright! Lao Da, just give your orders. I have some pull in the Northern Realm."

Ang Shan wasn’t slacking either. Although he didn’t participate in the Doringger battle’s Angel Round, Liszt was too legendary. Here’s another Angel Round opportunity; he had to seize it.

Mainly, Liszt was indeed one of the Silver Wings.

Liszt nodded.

Fafna and Garscek had also come. Liszt could understand Fafna, she was a pure kid who needed to see the world.

But Big Car was arrogant. What was she doing here?

Damn, Dreya had a seductive vibe. She couldn’t be underestimated. Was she here because of Dreya’s influence?

Liszt peeked out from the bunker gun gap, observing the pirates playing cards in the trenches. Their thick skin baffled him. Compared to soldiers on Earth trained in shooting faith, these pirates had god-like mental fortitude.

The Western Continent was indeed strange.

Others who transmigrated were adventuring, leveling up with companions, enjoying different world sceneries. His damn luck had him fight trench battles.

Upon further reflection, he felt relieved. Once the two dragons arrived, Black Sail would have its B2 bombers, and it would be a dimensional reduction attack.

"Any wine left?"

Archer was truly stubborn.

Uborio had provided Liszt with many helmets for protection against stray bullets. With Mulong’s backward technology, the precision of making curved helmets was difficult, so they appeared rough but were manageable. It was better than having none.

Liszt was also wearing one, although he didn’t tie the straps, letting the strings dangle at the back of his head.

Shadi beside him did the same.

But Archer, acting like an elementary schooler on a field trip, refused to wear the helmet, portraying a rebellious youth.

"Done so soon? No more. We have to wait for Wolman to bring supplies."

Liszt wished Archer would die.

In his careful review, surprisingly the least observant was not Rein but this dude. Old Man, who used to be a cook on the ship, was a very sought-after profession. These boneheads from the East Sea rarely saw salt or a drop of oil before fleeing, so they couldn’t cook. Being a cook was once valuable.

But now as Black Sail upgraded its industries, Old Man was no longer in high demand, constantly on the periphery. Incompetence allowed him to become a founding shareholder, truly a fool’s luck.

When they return, he must devise a plan to trick him out of his shares.

The core right-wing members were just the three of them.

Morison had stayed there for a while but felt it was too easy with Liszt making everything effortless, so he went to Fen’s side.

Fen was very interested in Mika’s Star Crossbow Carrie, but without the help of Mika’s Annihilation Energy, he couldn’t control it well. Mika stayed on the left wing, along with the mercenary corps Nashano had hired at a high price.

Archer had a sudden illness, his withdrawal symptoms causing him to pace back and forth, occasionally doing push-ups while mumbling incoherent words, "Maybe once channeled, I won’t long."

Liszt was speechless, hoping Wolman would arrive soon.

It was just a few days.

The plan to stall until the end of the year was shelved. The current plan was to help the Princess restore her country, smash the army and Zote by September 9th, take over the entire railway, and blow up all the tunnels.

The resources should remain within their circle, and no gratitude to Kai Deng, only to Saleret.

The Emperor hearing of Alicia, an Overlord Descendant, would certainly react with thunderous means. But by then, Liszt would have executed the Deputy Director of Old Aran Witch Hunting Secret Place, benefiting Aran and eliminating this scourge, surely making him famous across the Four Seas, trending hotly. Riding the popularity of the Continent Martial Arts Competition, he wouldn’t be on Nether Star anymore; by then he would be at a heavenly king level, avoiding lightning strikes, perhaps catching Qili’s attention. How would Your Excellency respond?

"Didn’t they say Zahak was coming? Call Duguli and let’s handle it together."

Liszt still felt overwhelmed. Fighting a regular army was a different league from dealing with dog pirates.