Location: Kilbini, Balkan seas
22nd July, 1633, 8:00 AM
It the fresh morning of the day, the day where they will start their plan. The entire fleet move out of the port and toward the designated location, the fleets made out of iron move through the seas as the biggest one there is. Aircraft was sent out toward Milishian line, the attack has start.
Middle of Balkan seas, 10:00 AM
The storm start approaching, it just as they expected. It the day that the storm will come but something is also out of their expectations, during their time that settle at small island around here. Most of the detecting equipment start to malfunction, though not entirely unusable.
"It seem like we lost contact with our sentinel 2 hours prior, we speculated that they were shot down by Gra Valkans"
"How scary, the storm is also moving in.. how should we deal with this?"
"I don't know either admiral"
One man rush into the operation room to deliver a devastating news.
"Sir! The flanking party had been attacked by unknown sources! No further detail said!"
"What!? But those guy.."
Flanking party, 1 hour before
The flanking party that is consisted of 46 ships and was supposed to attacked the Gra Valkans from behind once they engage with the main fleet, however. This never happened. All 46 ships was in ruined even the modern ships did not survived this devastating attacks. The cause of all this is down under the seas.
"All targets destroyed"
"As expected, they were unawared of us. Those guys actually don't have any mean of detecting submarines..!"
Fishes scatters as the submarine moves through, they still cherishing their completion on destroying the Milishian ships. They are moving toward the main fleets with no hesitation.
Balkan seas, 1:00 PM
Gra Valkans aircraft has reach the island where the world alliance fleets is, the skies is grey when the attack happen and it interfere with the detection system of Milishian. They fires off a missiles at the important targets, the ruckus unfold as the Milishian scramble to get into the air and intercept them. Flying mage rush head first into the frontline unknowing that they're no match for jet fighter's speed and weaponry.
Bunch of fighters and flying beasts from various nation take off into the air once they know again Gra Valkans aircrafts is already nowhere to be seen.
"Don't chase them!" Lettal shout out loud.
"It a surprise attack! Quick, put out the fire!" Muish East blue fleet admiral orders.
The surprise attack left off quite the impression and after this they couldn't stay still anymore so they start to move out. The fleet seperate from each other in the storm and this is the first mistake they will make.
Northern Balkan seas, 3:00 PM
Mithril-class battleship, Nonmagus. With the other Muish ship, and some from first civilized area and one Rodeus-class aircraft carrier, they strayed off to the north in hope of finding the coast but instead they are heading right into enemie's territories.
"This storm.. it the worst one I have ever seen in my life"
The skies is now almost entirely black with a huge amount of rain falling down, the waves rock against their ships aggressively, even the slightest of turbulence would turn their ships upside down instantly. A faint dot appear on radar screen and send off a beeping sound. The enemies is right in front of them.
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