As the fleets of the foreign powers closed in like a dark cloud, the coast of the Great Qing instantly became shrouded in the drums of war. Across the churning seas, the enemy armadas advanced like ferocious, clawing behemoths. The vanguard's artillery roared first, tongues of fire leaping from their muzzle as shells trailing long black smoke smashed like shooting stars into the coastal fortifications of the Great Qing. In an instant, flames lit up the coastline, massive explosions made the sea churn, and smoke rapidly filled the air, blanketing the entire waters in gloom.
In the Command Center in the Capital, Su Ran stared intently at the frontline dispatches, every single word striking his heart like a heavy hammer. Seeing the soldiers fighting with valor yet facing immense pressure, his heart filled with both sorrow and raging anger toward the foreign powers. Yet he knew deep down that he must not panic at a time like this; the fate of the Great Qing rested in his hands. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and swiftly pondered countermeasures. Every decision concerned the lives of countless soldiers and the future of the Great Qing; he had to remain cool-headed and decisive. He quickly issued his orders, and the Great Qing Navy fleet surged forward against the gunfire, cutting through the waves to take the initiative.
On the flagship, the naval admiral stood on the observation deck, the sea wind howling past his resolute face. Holding a pair of binoculars…
Chapter 36