Reincarnated with the Country System

Chapter 145 The Fall of the Latvian Fleet

A few days ago

Date: 21—11—1560 WC

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The third fleet of the Bernard Empire, under the command of Admiral Harrington, had just entered the territorial waters of Latvia. Their mission was clear: invade the Kingdom of Latvia. The fleet consists of 42 naval vessels and many transport vessels. At its heart was the USS Independence, a light aircraft carrier, surrounded by destroyers, battleships, and support ships. Leading the vanguard was the mighty Musashi, a Yamato-class battleship, its massive 18.1-inch guns ready for action.

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Admiral Harrington stood on the bridge of the Independence, his eyes scanning the horizon. The tension was palpable. His subordinates waited anxiously for his orders, their faces a mix of determination and unease. Harrington's patience was wearing thin. They had been sailing for hours, and yet, there was no sign of the Latvian navy.

"Have we detected any enemy ships?" Harrington barked, his voice sharp.

"No, sir!" replied one of his officers, standing at attention. Harrington clenched his fists. The lack of contact was unnerving. He turned to his communications officer, who was monitoring incoming messages. Suddenly, the officer's console lit up.

"Admiral!" the communications officer called out. "One of our Fubuki-class destroyers has detected multiple enemy ships approximately 108 nautical miles away."

Harrington's eyes narrowed. "How many?"

"Exactly 198 ships, sir."@@@@

"Are they within range of our missiles?" he asked.

"They are within range, but we could get closer for maximum impact," the officer replied.

Harrington thought for a moment, his mind racing. He then looked at his subordinates, who were eagerly awaiting his orders.

"Tell the destroyers to fire one missile as a distraction. Once it hits, the fleet will advance at full speed and engage the enemy with their main guns," Harrington ordered.

"Yes, sir!" the officers shouted in unison.

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Before anyone could respond, the object struck one of the Latvian ships with a deafening explosion. The ship was obliterated, its wreckage flung into the air. The shockwave rocked the nearby vessels, sending sailors tumbling to the decks.

"Enemy ships ahead!" the lookout screamed.

Kuznetsov's heart sank as he saw the Bernard Empire's fleet emerging from the horizon. The ships were unlike anything he had ever seen—massive steel hulls, towering superstructures, and guns that looked like they could level a city.

"Which country's navy is this?" Kuznetsov muttered, his voice trembling.

"Sir, they're coming from the direction of the Monstrous Sea," an officer replied.

"The Monstrous Sea? But how? No one sails those waters!"

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Admiral Harrington received the report of the missile strike. The tension on the bridge eased slightly as the crew realized the enemy had been caught off guard.

"Enemy ships spotted, Admiral!" an officer announced.

Harrington nodded. "Tell the destroyers and battleships to engage with their main guns. Reduce their numbers so the transport group can pass without any problems. Let's show them what the Bernard Empire is made of."

The fleet surged forward, their guns roaring to life. The Musashi's massive 18.1-inch guns fired first, their shells arcing through the sky before crashing into the Latvian fleet. The wooden ships stood no chance. Explosions ripped through the enemy lines, sending splinters and debris flying in all directions.

The Latvian flagship, with its golden dragons and green-scaled beasts, tried to rally its forces. Kuznetsov shouted orders, but his voice was drowned out by the thunder of the Bernard Empire's guns. One of the green-scaled beasts broke free of its tether, roaring in defiance as it charged toward the enemy fleet. But even its thick hide was no match for the Bernard Empire's missiles. A Harpoon missile struck the beast mid-charge, reducing it to a smouldering heap.

The Latvian fleet was in disarray. Ships burned, sailors jumped into the sea, and the once-proud flagship was reduced to a floating wreck. Kuznetsov watched in horror as his navy was decimated in a matter of minutes.

After several minutes.

The Bernard Empire's fleet advanced unopposed. The transport ships moved in, carrying troops and supplies for the invasion. Admiral Harrington stood on the bridge of the Independence, a satisfied smile on his face.

"The Latvian navy is no more," he said. "Prepare the landing parties."

The invasion had begun.