Summoning the Great Union: A new front

Chapter 3- The Naval Battle of Rodenius

{ Central Calendar year 1639, April 25th, Port of Myhak }

In response to the 4,000-ship fleet dispatched by the Kingdom of Lauria, at the naval base in Myhak’s port, Qua Toyne’s 2nd fleet was finally sending off its warships. Each ship folded its sails and gathered in the port. Sailors double-checked the ladders they would be using to board enemy ships. Unlit fire arrows were soaked in oil and stored away. Wooden shields to protect against the enemy’s arrows were affixed at regular intervals. Ballistae were installed on each ship. In total, there were about fifty ships.

“Isn’t this a magnificent sight…,” Admiral Pancarre murmured to himself while watching the sea. “But they’ve got more than four thousand ships… I wonder how many men I can keep alive…”

He chided himself for voicing his true thoughts. There was no sense in giving up early, even in the face of impossible odds.

“Admiral, we’ve received a message from navy headquarters,” reported executive officer Breweye.

“Read it.”

“Yes sir!

Tonight the 2nd Carrier Task Force, a total of  12 ships with 3 Carriers, from the nation of Vespecha will arrive at Myhak as reinforcements. They request an observer to join them and witness the commencement of hostilities with the Kingdom of Lauria.

End message.”

“What?! Only fifteen ships??!! Are you sure there isn’t some mistake? Shouldn’t it be a hundred and fifteen or a hundred and fifteen thousand?”

“There were no mistakes, sir.”

“I appreciate all offers of support, but… they want an observer? If they only have Fifteen ships, I’m just sending that person to die with them! They’re clearly off their rocker. I can’t possibly send one of my subordinates over! And what the hell is a Carrier?"

There was an awkward silence.

“…then send me,” Breweye stated.

“But…”

“I’m the best fighter you’ve got, so I’ve got the best chance of surviving out of all your officers. But you forget, that monster of a ship was from The Union. Maybe they’re not as crazy as you think.”

“I’m sorry… I’ll leave it to you.”

“Yes sir!”

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Same day, evening

Breweye could not believe his eyes. The size of the ship was completely beyond his common sense. When they had first established contact with The Union, the First Navy reported a 200+ meter ship, but he thought they were just exaggerating. But now, even though the ships were stopping offshore in the distance, he could tell that they were ridiculously huge. They didn't even have sails. There were three that had hundreds of metal dragons on it. A short time later, a metal-looking object with something spinning on top lifted off from atop the humongous ship.

He received notice of it beforehand, so he knew it was some kind of vehicle. When it got close, it kicked up strong winds. He boarded the unfathomable vehicle and was taken offshore. The seat was a soft and there was a little shaking as they flew through the air. It was slower than a wyvern, but far more comfortable, and it could carry a small number of people. Soon, their destination, a Battleship, came into view. Seeing its size up close, Breweye’s jaw dropped.