最近更新中文字幕手机版

"Admiral," Captain Brandt reported, his voice laced with urgency, "the Ruthenians are retreating, but they still have firepower. They\'re trying to regroup beyond our range."

Reinhardt lowered his binoculars, his eyes gleaming with determination. "We can\'t let them regroup. If we allow them to slip away, they\'ll return stronger." He turned to the communications officer. "Send a message to all ships: Full pursuit. Focus fire on their damaged vessels. Let\'s finish this."

The Valorian fleet surged forward in unison. The VNS Valeria and VNS Resolute took the lead, their heavy guns thundering as they targeted the retreating Ruthenian cruisers. The destroyers VNS Vanguard, Rapier, and Shadow darted ahead, their torpedo tubes armed, ready to strike at any ship that dared slow down.

"Admiral," Captain Brandt called out, his voice strained. "We\'re picking up increased radio chatter. It seems the Ruthenians are calling for reinforcements."

Reinhardt\'s jaw tightened. "We have to break them before any reinforcements can arrive. Focus all fire on their flagship. Without the RNS Imperator, the rest will fall apart."

Onboard the RNS Imperator, Admiral Orlov\'s face was twisted with fury. The battle had gone disastrously wrong. He had underestimated the Valorian resolve, and now his fleet was paying the price. The bridge was filled with the acrid scent of smoke as alarms blared incessantly.

"Admiral," Captain Sokolov shouted over the din, "the Tsar Alexander is barely afloat, and the Catherine is requesting permission to disengage. They\'re taking on water rapidly."

"No!" Orlov roared, slamming his fist on the command console. "We hold the line! If we retreat now, we\'ll lose everything." He turned to his communications officer. "Signal the Peter the Great and Tsar Alexander. I want a rear guard action. Hold off the Valorians while the rest of our fleet regroups."

As the orders were relayed, the RNS Peter the Great swung around, its guns blazing as it moved to cover the retreat. The ship\'s 8-inch guns barked in defiance, sending shells streaking toward the advancing Valorian cruisers. But the Valorians were relentless, their firepower overwhelming.

"Direct hit on the Peter the Great!" came the report from one of the Valorian cruisers. The Ruthenian heavy cruiser shuddered under the impact, flames licking at its deck as it began to lose speed.

Back on the VNS Titan, Admiral Reinhardt could see the Ruthenian ships slowing, their desperate attempts to hold off the Valorian fleet turning into a rout.

"Admiral, the Peter the Great is taking heavy damage," reported Captain Brandt, a note of triumph in his voice. "The Valeria and Resolute have broken through their line."

"Good," Reinhardt replied, his eyes narrowing. "Deploy the destroyers. I want torpedoes in the water. Cripple their flagship."

The Valorian destroyers surged forward, darting through the chaos like wolves closing in on wounded prey. VNS Vanguard and Rapier launched a spread of torpedoes, the white trails streaking through the dark water toward the RNS Imperator.

"Admiral Orlov, torpedoes inbound!" Captain Sokolov shouted, his voice breaking through the cacophony of alarms. "Evasive maneuvers!"

The Imperator heeled hard to port, but it was too late. Two of the torpedoes struck the stern, sending a massive plume of water and fire into the air. The battleship shuddered violently, its engines stuttering as compartments below deck flooded.

"We\'ve lost propulsion!" Sokolov yelled, panic creeping into his voice. "The damage is severe, Admiral!"

Orlov\'s eyes were wild with rage, but there was nothing he could do. "Signal all ships to retreat," he growled through gritted teeth. "Get us out of here."

As the Ruthenian fleet broke formation, the Valorian Navy pressed the attack. The sky was alight with tracer fire and the distant glow of burning ships. The VNS Titan continued to pound the retreating vessels, its guns spitting fire with relentless precision.

On the bridge, Admiral Reinhardt watched as the RNS Imperator began to fall behind its fleeing comrades. "They\'re in disarray," he said quietly. "This is our chance."

Turning to Brandt, he gave his final order for the night. "Prepare the final assault. We\'ll cut off their escape and end this once and for all."

The Valorian fleet tightened its formation, the cruisers and destroyers encircling the crippled Ruthenian ships like wolves closing in for the kill. Torpedo bombers roared overhead, dropping their deadly payloads into the chaos below.

Back in Volkshalle, Alexander stood in the command center, listening intently to the reports filtering in from the front lines. Julieanne\'s eyes were wide as she relayed the latest updates.

"The RNS Imperator is heavily damaged, sir," she reported. "Admiral Reinhardt is pressing the attack. The Ruthenians are in full retreat."

Alexander\'s lips curved into a cold smile. "Good. Drive them out of our waters. Let this be a lesson to Tsar Ivan and anyone else who dares challenge Valoria."

Julieanne nodded, her fingers tapping out the orders with renewed vigor. The Valorian Navy had seized the advantage, and they would not let it slip away. As the night wore on, the Ruthenian fleet continued to crumble under the relentless assault.

Onboard the RNS Imperator, chaos reigned. The once-mighty flagship was now little more than a burning hulk, its guns silent, its decks awash with seawater.

"Admiral, we can\'t hold on much longer!" Captain Sokolov shouted. "The Valorians are closing in."

Orlov\'s face was ashen, his eyes filled with a mix of rage and despair. "Signal surrender," he finally said, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. "We have no choice."

As the signal was sent, the guns of the Valorian fleet fell silent. The waters between Valoria and Ruthenia, once a cauldron of fire and fury, grew eerily quiet. The battle was over, but the scars it had left behind would linger.

In Volkshalle, the news of Ruthenia\'s surrender reached Alexander. For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of their victory settling in. Then, with a slow, deliberate nod, he turned to Julieanne.

"Prepare a message to the Ruthenian Tsar," he ordered. "Let him know that Valoria stands victorious. And if he wishes to avoid further humiliation, he will think twice before ever challenging us again."

Julieanne smiled, her fingers dancing over the telegraph keys. The message was clear: Valoria would not be intimidated. They had faced the might of Ruthenia and emerged triumphant.

But as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, Alexander knew that this victory, hard-won as it was, would not be the end. The world was watching, and the next challenge would not be far behind.