The American In Another World
Chapter 6: The Battle of Rodenius Sea (1)
12 June 1639
Washington DC
"Oh my God, that's terrible!" President Lee exclaimed as he watched the live broadcast of the UAV from the Gym. On the screen in front of him, several civilians, including children, were being lined up and fed to the beasts.
“Operator UAV should be replaced pack, who previously hurt watch all that,” said Steven.
President Lee rubbed his eyes and returned the tablet to Steven. “The poor people are.. Please don't tell me this fucking planet is just a war crime that abounds everywhere.”
“I hope not, Sir. It may only be limited to this so-called uncivilized area, where its culture and technological era is medieval. I wish the industrial areas we found via satellite were more humane, but we won't know for sure until we establish contact.
“Fucking monster. Are there any survivors in the Gym?”
“In the city, Sir?”
President Lee nodded.
Steven lowered his head slightly. “No, I doubt it. Our UAV has identified several refugee caravans fleeing towards Ejei, and several caravans moving west; possible slaves.”
"Damn it," President Lee clenched his fists. “If only we built our headquarters there faster! Damn HHS and CDC actually took the time to try to verify the safety of travel, but I guess I prefer this over our people who suffer from unknown diseases.
"Sagely wise, sir."
Lee shook his head. “OK, so we will probably have some dissidents who are against our military deployment. I'm sure there are some people on the internet wailing about how the US has not changed, and become imperialist now that we are in a new world.” Then he looked up. “Say, Steven. What if we leaked some of this footage to the public? Love liveleak or something. It will surely make people's blood boil, and any damn communists who continue to complain about US imperialism will surely keep their mouths shut.
"That might work, sir."
"Well fine then. Put that on your list, ”command President Lee. “Oh, and call me Rear Admiral Charleston—we need to talk about the relocation of the Fifth Fleet. I have a hunch we need to worry more about our west than our east.
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U. S. Embassy, Principality of Qua Toyne
In the air-conditioned meeting room, Ambassador Anders spoke on the phone while waiting for his Qua Toynian counterpart, Sir Yagou.
“Do not worry, it's safe. Jesus, the bad guys here use swords and bows! The only alarming factor was magic, but hey, it couldn't cast a spell faster than a speeding bullet.
"But baby, what if they could fire lightning from their hands or something, or.... or...what if they called Godzilla?"
"You're too worried, Maddie," Anders said with a smile. "It looks like there is a technology difference of 500–"
He heard a knock at the door.
“Alright, I have to go now, baby. I love you" she whispered to her phone before ending the call. Then, calling to the door, he said, "Get in."
Master Yagou opened the door, panting. “I came here as soon as possible. Did you bring any good news?”
Anders looked to the left. “Ehh, good and bad. This is information that your leaders want to know. Come, sit down.” He pointed to a sofa.
Yagou complied and sat down, wanting to know what news Anders had for her.
“So the good news is the Seventh Fleet will be arriving soon; they will be off the coast of Maihark in a few hours. We also ask that you send an observer to our fleet.”
Yagou's eyes sparkled at the news of the Seventh Fleet's arrival, but she quickly became confused at the strange request. “Why do you need an observer?”
"You're familiar with the Lourian fleet and its trajectory?" Anders.
Yagou's face darkened when she realized it. “4,000 ships, likely heading to Maihark.”
"Yes. We will help the defense of Maihark, and we want an observer to see.
Target practice? Yagou wonders if the phenomenon of magic automatic translation is somehow mistranslated, but she puts aside her confusion and just nods. "And the bad news?"
“The bad news is that it took us a while to mobilize our troops in the field. We have not completed the construction of the port to facilitate our logistics, we have not developed a road or railway. When do you think the next attack from the Lourian army will take place?
"Oh. For now, it seems that the Lourians are holding Gim back. They were most likely waiting for hundreds of thousands of troops from the many nobles and nobles in the Lourian Kingdom. They were likely to start an attack around the same time that their naval fleet attacked Maihark. I hope this will happen in a few weeks.”
"So so. I will pass this information on to my boss. If there is urgent news, remember to use your phone to contact me.”
"OKAY. Thank you, Ambassador Anders!” Yagou slouches.
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Maihark, Principality of Qua Toyne
The dark-haired elf stood near the port of Maihark, looking out to the sea. Breweye grinned with excitement at his upcoming goal: to represent the military Qua Toyne as an observer on the USS Ronald Reagan. The majestic steel ship came into sight as it moved towards the harbor. The size of the ship easily dwarfed the Toynian Qua ships, making them look like ants compared to the giant steel ships. Moving in formation around the supercarrier are several escorts, equally made of steel and brandishing their cannons proudly. From the deck of the aircraft carrier, one of the American flying machines takes off; this one is called a helicopter. Unlike the iron dragon, this one moved at a speed similar to wyvern.
The helicopter approached an open square along the harbor, where Breweye was waiting. As he got closer, he heard a thumping sound, as if someone was quickly hitting the air. The sound grew louder until finally, he could no longer focus on the sound; the wind generated by this machine upon landing defeated him like a burst as he braced himself.
The side door of the machine opened and a woman stepped out. "Are you an observer?"
Breweye nodded, shouting against the wind. “Yes, it's me! Sir Breweye, Second Fleet Qua Toyne!”
"alright. I'm Lieutenant Vasquez of the United States Navy, I'll be uh. your guide or liaison for this mission. Please, get on this vehicle, ” said the woman as she extended her hand.
Breweye boarded the helicopter, admiring the sophistication of its engine. Looking at advanced technology, he felt reassured in his initial assumption that America's superior technology would rule over a far superior number of Lourian navies. As he sat, he noticed the relative comfort of the small cabin, recognizing its usefulness for passenger and cargo transportation.
Breweye received the headset and put it on, following Vasquez's example. Lieutenant Vasquez adjusted the headgear, and showed Breweye how to talk through it.
"Can you hear me?"
Vasquez gave a thumbs up. "Hard and clear! You learn fast; I understand why you were chosen to represent Qua Toyne!”
"Thank you, Lieutenant," said Breweye, blushing.
The helicopter's blades began to spin faster, and Breweye felt the sensation of pressing down on her seat during takeoff. Surprisingly, the takeoff of the land is relatively smooth; there is no wild jerking motion, generally associated with wyvern takeoff. He looked out the window and down into the city; another crowd lined up along the pier, cheering and waving towards the helicopter. He waved back, then looked towards the front. Up ahead, a huge metal ship came into sight, its deck filled with iron dragons of various shapes, and surrounded by dozens of steel forts.
"This ... is huge!" Breweye was at a loss for words. He had only heard rumors about a large operator dedicated to wyverns, owned by the Parpaldian Empire, but seeing such a ship up close was incredible. What's more, this particular wyvern bearer is host to a horde of iron dragons — much stronger than a regular wyvern, according to some lucky souls who have traveled to the United States. Indeed, he even thought that the existence of such a super weapon meant that the United States possessed the strength of a superpower, perhaps even surpassing the strength of Mu, a mechanical superpower.
After the helicopter landed, he was taken to the bridge by Lieutenant Vasquez, where he met the captain and admiral of the ship.
Clad in mottled blue uniforms similar to the other men and women who worked on the ship, the captain and admiral were rather difficult to distinguish. The main distinguishing factor, for Breweye, was how they restrained themselves and coordinated the sailors under their command. The two men who were busy discussing the upcoming battle turned around, introducing themselves.
It must be an observer from Qua Toyne, one of them said. Then, saluting firmly, he introduced himself. “I Vice Admiral William Hawthorne, Seventh Fleet of the United States Navy.”
The other, a shorter but larger man, stepped forward. "Captain Richard Vaughn," he saluted. “Welcome to Ronald Reagan.”
Breweye. “I'm Observation Officer Breweye. Thank you for giving us help. We are very grateful for your help.
Hawthorne's attitude darkened as he replied, somewhat commenting on the video he saw just a moment ago. “Don't say it again, Son. We saw what that bastard did to the people of Gim, and we are ready to punish them.”
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Rodenius Sea, Eastern Subjugation Navy of Lourian Kingdom
Vice Admiral Sharkun, a Lourian in his late 40s, analyzed the large fleet of warships in the vicinity. It was an incredible sight that made him swell with pride. He smiled as he commented on the resounding movements of the fleet, “This is definitely the greatest naval power in the history of the Rodenius continent, perhaps in the Third Civilization Region! I dare say we might even be able to challenge the Parpaldian Empire itself!
His mind was interrupted by a buzzing sound that grew louder and more disturbing. The buzz was initially faint, then it developed into a loud bang as a strange object approached from the horizon. "Wyvernin?" Sharkun pulled his telescope. “No.... what is it?!”
His sailors began to shout and point at the strange object, which stopped just beyond the reach of the arrow. Several archers rushed to the deck, burning their arrows as they prepared to fire. The arrow missed its target, fell into the sea.
With an inhumane loud voice, the strange tool declared its identity. “This is the United States Navy! Back now, you're breaching the waters of Qua Toynian. If you do not comply, we will fire on your ship!”
After repeating the same message a few times, it came back. Sharkun had a bad feeling and a lot of questions. He looked back at his own fleet, reassuring himself with the superiority of his fleet numbers. "All ships, we're going all the way to Maihark!"
The fleet sailed forward, unaffected by helicopter warnings. After sailing for an hour, one of Sharkun's men noticed some strange figures along the horizon. Sharkun analyzed the objects in the distance, making a puzzled face as he tried to understand them. “Five ships... What is it? A fortress? This should be a perspective trick; there's no way a ship can be that big!”
His doubts were quelled as the ships approached. One of them took the lead, announcing himself with a thunderous voice, similar to the one in the flying tool before. “This is the United States Navy! Back now! This is your last warning!”
Sharkun looked at the ship in shock. “I can't believe..” his murmur is shaking. Then, regaining his composure, he issued orders to his men. “There are only five ships; we are a force of more than four thousand! We're NOT going to be deterred. All units, we will fight with the enemy!”
The Lourian ship approached the tin metal ship, and once they were within range of the bow, hundreds of archers rained down on the metal ship with fire arrows. It was indeed a frightening sight, but the Lourians were shocked to see the arrows bouncing off the metal ship. "What the hell is this, is the entire ship covered in metal armor?" one of the Lourian sailors asked.
"No problem" replied his partner. "Look," he said, pointing to the ship. "That's backwards!"
Sharkun observed the man's chatter, and inevitably felt fear. Why is only one ship retreating? The others maintained their positions in the line; it seemed like the ship was returning to its formation. While his soldiers cheered the strange ship's retreat, Sharkun single-handedly pondered the implications of such an action.
"No problem" replied his partner. "Look," he said, pointing to the ship. "That's backwards!"
Sharkun observed the man's chatter, and inevitably felt fear. Why is only one ship retreating? The others maintained their positions in the line; it seemed like the ship was returning to its formation. While his soldiers cheered the strange ship's retreat, Sharkun single-handedly pondered the implications of such an action.
When the ship returned to the lineup formation, her question was answered in a rumble of light. A spectacular light flashed from the five ships, and before he realized it, he was made deaf by the sound of the surrounding ships exploding into pieces. A ship to his right was struck directly from the enemy's magical cannon, nearly annihilated. The only sign of its existence was a storm of wood debris and body parts that fell onto the deck of a nearby ship. In quick succession, the five ships continued their attacks, barely giving any time to think or even react.
In a panic, Sharkun froze. As his subordinates requested orders from him, all he could do was watch his ships being obliterated, one after another. A piece of wood rubble scraping his arm brought him back to the real world.
"What the fuck?"
By the time Sharkun's surprise faded, the enemy ship had stopped firing. “Why did they stop?”
——
Rodenius Sea, US Seventh Fleet
The USS Barry
"Report for damage!" shouted Captain Winslow.
“Master, no damage to the hull. Although the paint looks peeling in some places.” replied an officer.
Winslow looked ahead. "That's it? In that case, ”he said, thinking about their next move. “Deliver the information back to Admiral Hawthorne.”
"Yes sir!"
Officers contacted the USS Ronald Reagan and provided updated information on the current situation. He sat down, listening to further instructions. “Captain, Admiral has information for us! Command detected many incoming flyers, 250 of them. Wyvern class!”
"Our orders?"
Officers are waiting for additional orders. “Master, they sent two Super Hornet squadrons to fight the enemy. They connect the targeting data to the CIC now, and allow the use of anti-air missiles!”
"It's a shame they didn't back down" murmured Winslow. "It sucks to be them" he said, before relaying the admiral's orders.
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