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A roaring sound kept getting closer and louder.
"What the hell?" Modo raised his head and looked at the sky.
In the next moment, he saw a small black dot appear above the cloudless blue sky. This little black dot rapidly magnified at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Within a short time, Modo saw it clearly. These black dots were strange objects with wings; their exterior was white. Each was several meters long and had an oval-shaped head. The most obvious feature was the two large wings on either side. It was something he had never seen before, and the most surprising aspect to him was the speed of these objects. In the blink of an eye, one of them sped past the battleship.
"What are those things?" Modo was completely stunned.
He had lived for decades and had broad knowledge, but he had never seen or heard of such things before. It was one of the most outstanding inventions of the Imperium in the past decade, the first generation of fighter jets—the Gloster Meteor—and they had successfully been applied to the military.
From the very beginning, the Astra Militarum did not intend to use tanks or warships as the main force. Since there were fighter jets, they let them take off from the airfield in the Royal Tomb Mountain Range and soar into the sky.
To prepare for this operation, the Astra Militarum was working overtime every day and had made nearly a thousand fighter jets. This first batch of fighters included just 500.
In Modo's eyes, 500 fighter jets swooped toward Jail Island.
According to the plan created by Fleming and other high-level officers to deal with Jail Island, they intended to carry out indiscriminate bombardment with fighter jets to destroy the ships inside, especially the Commander-Class Battleship.
If it was at sea, the speed of the Commander-Class Battleship was so fast that it was hard to aim at. One of the key points was to let the island close the bay, which caused the ships to be stuck and unable to leave.
THWOOOOOOOSH!
A sound rang out in the sky.
On the high observation platform of Jail Island, Ike was thinking about going down to rest when he led the crowd's gaze upward, following the direction of the booming sound.
Immediately, they saw a black dot rushing toward them. As the distance decreased, the clear formation of Gloster Meteor fighter jets became visible to everyone. Everyone's eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.
At first, the crowd thought it was a bird, but after seeing the jets' appearance, it certainly wasn't. What bird looked like this?
"W-what is it?" Ike had a bad feeling in his mind and immediately asked aloud.
"No... I don't know." One lieutenant beside him shook his head, as did the others.
"Alarm! Quickly send out an alarm! The whole island raises its defenses! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Ike calmed down a little. Despite not knowing what these unidentified objects were, he quickly issued the order.
The surrounding officers became busy, but the speed of the Gloster Meteor was too fast. They hadn't gone very far before, but within no time, 500 fighter jets crossed the sea outside the island.
A huge roar attracted the attention of everyone on the island, including the people locked up in the prison cells. They crowded in front of the narrow windows, looking at the situation in the sky.
In the next moment, the crowd saw a black dot dropped from the unidentified object. The target was the mouth of the bay below. The mouth of the bay was blocked due to Ike's earlier order, preventing any ships from entering or leaving, including the Commander-Class Battleship, so they remained stationary in the bay.
The fighter jets were divided into several groups. The first group dropped a large amount of ammunition concentrated on the bay's range. Bombing from the sky had lower accuracy than artillery, but it did not matter—the target range was large, and the number of fighter jets dispatched was numerous. The rest of the fighter jets followed behind and were also prepared, so they were not short of ammo.
They didn't know how much they had stored, but according to Fleming, all that was needed was indiscriminate bombardment.
When the shells landed on a battleship, there was a loud explosion as its hull erupted. The shells that followed fell one after another: some landed on the battleship, some into the water, and others outside the bay, but without exception, all exploded.
In a short moment...
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...
Explosions resounded throughout the entire island all at once. All around the prison island, there were rumbling explosions. Groups of fighter jets came one after another, with shells falling nonstop.
They had docked their ships in the bay, making them living targets. Some battleships were not so lucky and received dozens of shells. Amid the violent rumbling, the battleships were blown apart and disintegrated on the spot. The other ships didn't fare well either—there were many ships in the bay, making it hard not to hit one.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...
Endless explosions filled everyone's ears. They had to wait until the fighter jets flew by for the first round of barrages to finish.
Ike and the others on the observation deck were dumbfounded. They looked toward the bay with wide eyes; it was a mess by now. Hundreds of ships were affected; a dozen had broken apart and sunk into the water while other ships were also somewhat impacted by the ripples. Smoke filled the air around the remaining ships, and flames blazed.
The light of the fire lit up the surrounding water and instilled panic in everyone's minds.
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Locked in his room, Modo's eyes widened even more. He could not believe what he saw.
In less than 10 minutes, Jail Island's fleet was nearly destroyed. Although about half of the ships were still intact, most of them were badly damaged and unable to move at all. A fleet with half of the ships heavily damaged could certainly be said to have been wiped out.
At that moment, Modo heard that terrifying howl in the sky again. He looked up and saw the unknown objects fly over again.
The Gloster Meteor began a second round of bombardment, and their goal was clearly to destroy the island's fleet.
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"The plan is going well," Ewart, who was watching the fighter jet's actions with binoculars from the ship, sighed in relief.
"Proceed to the second step of the plan," Hudnall ordered. Hudnall, known for his expertise in naval warfare, was the decision-maker.
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The Gloster Meteor arrived above the island and unleashed another series of shells. Countless explosions rang out, deafening everyone.
Ike and the other officers on the island were shocked, but they had already reacted by now. The enemy was trying to destroy their most powerful fleet, but what could be done? There was no way to fight back; these flying objects were in the air, and they were too fast. No one could handle them.
They watched as the hundreds of ships in the bay were successively hit by the falling shells. Explosions, fractures, and fires blazed, and one by one, the ships sank into the water.
"Commander, we have to call for help from the Navy Headquarters," an aide said.
"No, no." Commander Ike clenched his fist and growled loudly. What kind of joke was this?
Right now, the fleet was almost wiped out. Such a huge loss—the upper echelons would severely reprimand him if they knew. Not to mention promotion and fortune, it would be a miracle if he wasn't sentenced.
"Maximum alert! The highest alert!" Ike shouted almost frantically: "All hands on deck! All guards take up arms to protect our island. We can't let these bastards onto the island, not a single one. If anyone lets in even one enemy, I'll kill them!"
With years of experience, Ike judged that after the enemy bombed the fleet, the next step must be to board the island.
After the order was given, the staff mobilized. Although most of the warships were damaged, there were still 50,000 guards on the island, and not a single one was injured. On land, they were a powerful force.
Under Ike's command, they were all urgently mobilized and quickly went to the bay, laying out a simple defense line.
The bay was the only entrance to the prisoner island; everywhere else was blocked off. Either the terrain was steep, or it was simply difficult to land. They only needed to hold this place, and the enemy wouldn't accomplish anything.
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At the same time, the fleet led by Hudnall and Ewart rushed toward the bay!
A Commander-Class Battleship, plus dozens of ordinary battleships in formation, surrounded the bay entrance!
"Fire the guns!" Hudnall ordered.
At once, shells were shot out one after another. They soared through the air toward the defensive positions behind the bay. The shells landed on the ground with a loud, earth-shattering sound.
The guards had never encountered this type of shell before and were unsure how to respond. They waved the weapons in their hands to block the oncoming fire, but the result was that they were completely unable to stop it and were blown to pieces.
Simultaneously, Hudnall and Ewart saw several lieutenants from the island using their Devil Fruit powers. One of them could summon green vines, and he was deflecting the falling shells with these vines.
"The Devil Fruit Users are a nuisance," Ewart said, frowning slightly.
"Increase the attack! Prepare the jets for a third round of bombardment!" Hudnall understood how tricky these Devil Fruit Users were and immediately gave another order.
This time, the target of the Gloster Meteor wouldn't be the warships inside the bay; rather, it was the guards in the defensive positions.
The battleships underneath them continued to advance, moving closer to the island. However, because the entrance of the bay was blocked, they could not enter and had to remain at the nearest point outside the bay.
The ships were positioned horizontally, and the Astra Militarum set up machine guns, with countless bullets pouring straight toward the bay position.
VRRRRRRT! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!
Just a moment later, hundreds of sailors from the island were shot, falling to the ground and dying. Although there were 50,000 sailors on the prisoner island, almost all of them were ordinary people, including the officers. There were few Devil Fruit Users, and even fewer powerful ones.
When the XM214 Microgun appeared, it suppressed the island's guards on the defensive line at the mouth of the bay, preventing them from raising their heads—even that officer who could summon vines.
"Requesting support!" The officer yelled into the Transponder Snail.
There was no need for him to remind them; Ike on the watchtower had already sensed that things were not good.
"No! We cannot let these people rush onto the island!" Ike clenched his hands, gritting his teeth and growling inwardly. He immediately ordered: "Everyone follows me and intercepts these bastards!"
Ike gripped his longsword and led the remaining officers to the defense position. He had spent several years improving this position to prevent the enemy from boarding the island. In the past, several pirate groups had tried to raid but had never gotten close to the bay, defeated in naval battles.
But he did not expect that not only would the fleet lose more than half today, but even their defensive positions were being decimated. They had no long-range weapons—at most, a small number of archer teams and a few long-range Devil Fruit Users. Not to mention, they were on Jail Island.
In this world, only a few people could achieve long-range strikes, and the vast majority operated under close-range combat. The establishment of the navy was tasked with dealing with these Devil Fruit Users.
Who would have thought that one day, a group of formidable enemies skilled in long-range attacks, able to conduct aerial bombardments, would appear?
However, Ike and others were completely wrong. The Astra Militarum did not even think about landing on the island head-on; such a frenzied attack was primarily a cover for the real plan to board the island.
The Astra Militarum was not there to occupy Jail Island; their sole purpose was to take away the two prisoners on the island, Jonathan and Susanna.
While attacking from one side, the SEAL team also began to move. They jumped into the blocked bay and prepared to open the bay gate from the inside, but it seemed impossible to open. In the end, they used explosives to blow it off.