The American In Another World
Chapter 8: The One Sided

12 June 1639

Rodenius Sea

After a few minutes of fighting, the Lourian fleet had been defeated by 300 ships, with no significant progress achieved. In fact, to Sharkun it seemed that the enemy fleet was really getting further away, even though he was trying to attack them. If they could not get close to the enemy ship, its sailors would not even have a chance to fight. How should Sharkun defeat the enemy?

As he thought of the possible strategies to counter this new enemy, a thought flashed through his mind. Should he give up? If he did, he would be branded as one of the most incompetent admirals in Lourian, perhaps even in the history of the world. Losing hundreds of ships to an enemy with only five ships, and not even damaging one of them in turn was a disastrous failure. "Damn it," he murmured.

"Sir?" The captain of the ship asked.

"It's okay…"

"No, I mean: Sir, what is it?" The captain pointed towards the sky.

A group of iron dragons descended on the Lourian ship, spewing hot lead onto their wooden decks. An ominous sound resounded in the ocean as alien projectiles fired rapidly at the speed of thousands of revolutions per minute. Working together, metal ships obliterated the Lourians with one shot, while metal birds tore them apart. Sharkun almost cried; his eyes glazed with anger and despair against the unstoppable current. The scene before him was worse than a nightmare; it was a one-sided battle that could not even be imagined!

The last ten minutes felt like a lifetime to Sharkun. Every minute, more than a hundred of his ships were downed due to combined air and sea attacks by highly advanced enemies. They are crushed like insects. Occasionally, magical attacks from enemy ships are powerful enough to annihilate an entire group of its own, with nearby ships rendered useless by high-speed debris shards. Other times, it seemed like only a few light bullets from the iron dragon were needed to knock down his men, drowning them into the depths of the ocean.

Finally, the fear-inducing leaflets and their demonic weaponry left the scene. Sharkun breathed a sigh of relief. “So their magic can't last forever.”.

The captain spoke behind him, observing the damage done in just ten minutes. “Their magic need not last forever. Even if we face the Parpaldian Empire, they need at least an hour to inflict a great deal of casualties on us.

"Yes ..." Sharkun sighed regretfully. "How strong are these people?"

As he asked this question, he saw a new silhouette appear on the horizon, as if the gods were giving an answer. He staggered backwards, putting a hand on the wall to stabilize himself. Sharkun's heart sank as he saw dozens of metal warships appear on the horizon. He was so engrossed in the implications of this madness that he did not even realize the five metal ships had stopped moving and firing. Only when the captain patted his shoulder did he regain consciousness.

“Metal ships have stopped the action? Are they-"

A loud voice, coming from one of the metal ships, cut him off. “This is the United States Navy! We give you the option to give up! Surrender by flying the white flag, and we will guarantee the safety and dignity of your men as prisoners of war! Resistance is useless!"

——

The USS Barry

"'Resistance is futile!' Really, Captain?”

Captain Winslow chuckled. “Come now, Mr. Chairman. The planet is a goldmine because it can use epic lines from pop culture. They didn't know them, so they couldn't call them cheap and others.

Master Chief David Barnes shrugged. “I think so, Sir. I admit, this is a good time to use that phrase. Although... what will the command say about this? I don't think they want the natives to be afraid of us,” he said.

The two of them stared at the enemy fleet while talking. The Lourian ships had stopped their movements, most likely considering their options. Meanwhile, the remaining Seventh Fleet was getting closer, with the Super Hornet almost ready to be moved.

“Eh, they prefer if these natives give up quickly. I would bet such a line could work, especially when dozens of our ships appeared behind us.

Barnes opened his mouth to say something, but decided not to do it and just nodded. “So... Sir, should we give them another warning? It's been a long time and they're still sitting there..”.

"Hmm, yeah I think we can do that." After Winslow finished his sentence, a white flag was raised on the main ship Lourian. "Huh, that's it then," he said.

——

"Admiral Sharkun, what are your orders?"

Sharkun looked at his slightly trembling hands and was eager to display a strong figure. Already, he had lost over a thousand ships with the strength of just five, along with dozens of their air units. Seeing their numbers double, almost covering the entire ocean in front of him, was extremely debilitating. “I... We must heed their words.” Regrets and disappointment emanated from Sharkun who hesitated to give the order. “Wave the white flag,” he said at the end.

——

The USS Ronald Reagan

Thanks to several UAVs mounted above the battlefield, the Breweye can witness the greatness of the American military in real time. Each flash of light was related to a destroyed enemy ship. As he continued to watch, he began to wonder if the Americans had somehow obtained demonic powers.

Lieutenant Vasquez, noticing Breweye's reaction, walked towards him, his head barely reaching his shoulder. "It really does pump your blood, doesn't it?"

"Why yes. I believe it to be true, though... How? How is this possible?" Breweye asked in disbelief.

The sound of cannon fire continued as Vasquez began his explanation. “I'm not the most familiar with guns here, because I'm not an engineer or a gun operator; you might want to see the decks below if you want to know. But I can tell you a little. The cannon on the front of our ship measures 5 inches, meaning it shoots a 5-inch bullet.” He used his finger to show his size, making Breweye feel a little nervous.

Vasquez laughed, "I hope it's not very accurate."

"Oh," said Breweye with an awkward smile, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Please continue."

“Well, the shells are faster than the speed of sound, but I'm not sure how fast they go. And let me tell you, those cannons are not even our main weapons. I don't know if I'm allowed to tell you about the specifications of our ship and how we fight, but know that this cannon is not everything.

Breweye nodded, wondering what other weapons the American ships had. Analyzing the ship in the UAV decoy, he found no obvious weapons other than cannons and several other small weapons scattered throughout the ship. There's some tubes, pretty weird.

“Say, Lieutenant. What is this tube for?” He pointed at the device on the screen.

“Involving hostile air units!” A voice called.

Lieutenant Vasquez smiled. "It looks like you're gonna find out."

On the sail, American ships were shrouded in smoke. Breweye wondered if there had been an accident, but then she saw a trail of light streaking upwards. The UAV operator zooms in on the missile, providing a more detailed view of the engagement. Breweye watched as the guided light arrows impacted the several Lourian wyvern knights and exterminated them, leaving nothing but charred parts. The remaining Wyverns were then cleaned by '5-inches' with unparalleled accuracy, before engaging with the Lourian fleet.

"What ... what in the damned ASE is that?" Breweye.

“Ayy eee?”

“Ancient magic empire. It's not a name we call often, but the stories depict similar weapons. Magic guided light arrows, weapons that move faster than sound, and so on. ”

"The ancient magic empire?" Lieutenant Vasquez is really confused.

“They call themselves the Ravernal Empire. Everyone in this world knows their story, ”he said, looking at Vasquez curiously. “I think the rumors are true then.. You really came from a different world.”.

“Interesting..” murmured Lieutenant Vasquez. He decided to change the subject. “In an hour or so we will reach the position of Destroyer Squadron 15. We should have appeared on the horizon, from their point of view, sometimes in half an hour.”

"So fast?" Breweye asked.

"Yes. It will take a long time, so just enjoy the show, ” he replied, pointing towards the descending Super Hornet.

Breweye watched the next battle, almost at a loss for words. Every now and then, he glanced at Lieutenant Vasquez, both to admire her beauty and to determine her reaction. He was also invested in watching the bait, but did not show a confused reaction like him. Instead, the lieutenant was seen watching the video happily, giving his hair goosebumps. 'What the fuck is this, ' he thought to himself. ' Are all hot girls crazy?'

He exerted strength to satisfy his curiosity. "Eh, Lieutenant."

"Yes?"

"Do you .. enjoy this?"

"Err, yes," said Breweye as he scratched the back of his head.

“Well, it's not every day you get to see epic fireworks shows like this. What, I think all men love explosions?

"I think so," said Breweye. “I've never seen an explosion like this before.”.

Vasquez clasped his hands on his back. “Don't worry, Mr. Breweye. Maybe I can take you to a movie sometime, and I can show you some cool explosions.”

Breweye once again felt the heat rise to her cheeks. "Nh ..." His brain seemed to lack the blood necessary for decision-making, and instead it was his lower body that replied. Despite not knowing what a 'movie' was, he immediately complied. “Yes, Lieutenant. I'd be happy to do that."

"Cool," Vasquez said with a grin. "Oh, hey, will you see that, the Louria people gave up!" He pointed to the only ship among the Lourian formation, a white flag fluttering on it.

"God…"

——

“Wah, wow, wow. If it's not Silver Baron.”

Richthofen had just returned from a surprise attack carried out on the enemy fleet, and the first person he met was Colonel Henson.

"Master," he said, saluting lazily.

“Tsk, I'm sure you have fun there ..”

Richthofen grinning. “Of course, Henson. A small part of me felt sorry for the poor people on that ship. It was like shooting fish in a barrel!”

“I'm sure,” replied Henson. “And now, I have to clean up your fucking mess. Well, I guess it's better than nothing.”

"Oh? You guys finally gonna do something?”

“Yes, Admiral Hawthorne wants to help round up the survivors and make sure no natives act. Shit, after seeing that Michael Bay crap, I'm sure they'll pee in their pants even thinking of fighting back. And if they for some reason that God left behind did so, they would fight the best bastard on the high seas.

Richthofen. "Alright, then I'll leave you to it." He walked away, then turned around again. "Oh, you still bought me that beer once we got back to Maihark, right?"

Colonel Henson shook his head, smiling. "Damn, I almost thought you forgot."

Richthofen laughed and waved before leaving Colonel Henson to carry out his duties. He sighed, appreciating the slight silence until he was interrupted by the transmission sent through the intercom.

"Colonel Henson, please report to the bridge."

He walked up to the bridge, muttering a serf oath along the way. He wondered why they needed it. Is Louria really trying to fight her marines? He put away those thoughts as he entered the bridge. There, he discovers why he is needed.

“Sial, we get their admiral? Who's that?" He looked at the mysterious individual wearing a robe, very different from the other Lourian uniforms.

Admiral Hawthorne held up a strange device, similar to the communications of any Toynian Qua, except that it looked more concise and sophisticated. “I don't know anything, Colonel. That's why you're responsible for removing Intel from this guy until we move it to the CIA. Hopefully, we can find enough information to hold it.”

“Well, fine then sir. Let's just say it's settled." A wild look flashed across his eyes, leaving the cloaked man terrified. "I've been dying to see some action" Henson said as he rang his knuckles.

——

Government Conference Area (Latus Park)

The Principality of Qua Toyne

“Dan... it concludes its report.” Breweye looked up from her note with a nervous smile.

"What?" Asked Foreign Minister Matara, dumbfounded.

"That concludes the report," said Breweye.

“No, that's not what I mean,” Matara shook her head angrily. “I mean, what in this ASE....this totally absurd report? We send you to observe Americans, not write fantasy stories!”

Prime Minister Kanata extended her hand. “Please calm yourself, Minister of Foreign Affairs. Let the man explain himself.

A general of Qua Toynian raised his hand. “I'm sorry, but how does he explain this?” He took a paper and read. “'Five United States Navy ships, equipped with their four fighter jet squadrons, destroy the enemy fleet. Within about ten minutes, a thousand Lourian ships were annihilated.' Surely, this might be believable if we consider the decisive battle between, say, the Sacred Mirishial Kingdom and the Lourian Kingdom, but to state that only five ships are capable of inflicting this damage is ridiculous! Especially in just TEN minutes!”

Kanata let out a rant, then returned to the Breweye. "Observational Officer Breweye, you got our attention."

Breweye. “Yes, Prime Minister, Sir! I believe Matara was right, when she said 'What in this ASE!'”

"Wow!" exciting Matara. "Are you suggesting ..."

“The weapons used by Americans are very similar to the weapons described in our ancient fairy tale,” explains Breweye.

“But then.. that means we are already in the hands of the main enemy!” Matara wailing.

“Please, Matara. Cool out! If they were the Ancient Sorcerous Kingdom, we would have already died or been enslaved. It seems like a coincidence, maybe even a very lucky coincidence, that they were called, ” Kanata said wisely.

“Oh,” Matara bent over, hiding her embarrassed face. “I'm sorry, Prime Minister. I think your analysis is correct ... "

“Now,” says Kanata, “Breweye, please continue.”

"Yes. The U. S. Navy was able to sink at least one Lourian ship per cannon fire, with a rate of fire approaching 20 shots per minute. Their plane spewed a quick light bullet, tearing Lourian's ship apart with every passing shot.”

“OK, maybe they can do that and we might go to sea to find the remains of this battle, but what about the American casualties? You list here that they appear unscathed!”General claims.

“Ah, I actually wrote that they did suffer damage ..” Braveye replied obediently.

"Are you kidding me?" He glanced at the report. “Paint damage caused by fire arrows?! This is not a local tavern where you can enjoy fairy tales!”

Brewey sighed. Before the meeting, he considered reporting that Americans had no damage at all, but that might seem too unbelievable. Only now, when he protected himself from the general's insults, did he realize that the claim of 'paint damage' could be seen as a joke. "General, if you do not believe the report, you can visit the port at Maihark to inspect their own ship."

The general opened his mouth, ready to reprimand Breweye, but was cut off by Kanata. Kanata folded her hands. “But, what about the validity of this claim? We cannot verify it, as only you are present.”

“Oh, Prime Minister. Upon request, Americans will send something known as a video to their embassy here. We can go there to watch the events that happened, which were recorded by some kind of magic. Alternatively, we can ask Ambassador Sanders here, so he can show us all his videos.”

Kanata tilted her head. “Hmm, it's done then. We will ask Ambassador Anders; I want to see this 'video' myself. What is America's next plan?”

Master Yagou spoke up. “Prime Minister, America has informed us that they will set up several bases, from the naval base near Maihark to their latest construction project: the base located on Daidar Plain, Daihark, about 10 kilometers east of Ejei. They want to ask permission before starting construction.”

“Daidar Land? There is almost nothing there.” Kanata raised an eyebrow. "All right then. Give them access to the Daidar Plain.”

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