The outline of islands faintly emerged in the distance, but the images shown on the electronic devices displayed nothing of prosperity, only a barren island.
The deck was cleared, all combat personnel were in position.
After sending the last text message, Minkler bowed his head, lit the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and took a deep breath.
Relishing this last moment of leisure and ease.
Such joy.
He said, "Fire."
At that instant, the command was conveyed down the command sequence, confirmed at each level, and the coordinates adjusted the angle of the gun barrel, loading and arming.
Finally…
Boom!!!
In the blink of an eye, the firepower roared.
The unfathomable firepower, unmatched since the establishment of the United Defense Fleet, wildly erupted, like a waterfall, six main cannons and eleven secondary cannons fired simultaneously.
