If There's a Frame, Attack; If There's a Cheat, Use It

If There's a Lock-On, Shoot; If There's a Cheat, Use It

Suddenly, cannon fire roared!

Amid the thunderous blasts from afar, shells howled through the air and rained down like a storm.

When Renut's fleet came under bombardment, no one had even reacted in time to figure out where the enemy had come from...

After Minkler reached the designated location, Seven Cities Allied Defense entered radio silence across all channels, cutting off communication inside and out. At the same time, they shut down all equipment, bobbing on the sea surface as though drifting with the waves, reducing the chance of being spotted to the greatest extent possible.

Even the enemy's shipborne radar was operated by their own people. Camping in the bushes like this was downright comfortable.

The instant Ji Jue's signal arrived, the vast fleet sprang back into motion from the deathly stillness, as though waking from a long slumber—swift as a startled hare.

Equipment that used to malfunction and explode at the drop of a hat seemed to have regained its youth overnight. Systems that had once clashed and interfered with one another now worked hand in hand without the slightest gap, operating at a jaw-dropping speed. With just the slightest push, the entire chain unfolded smoothly downward, flowing like clouds and water, so silky smooth that sailors accustomed to the old efficiency nearly wept.

Even more outrageous was their effective bombardment range of over fifty thousand yards—more than fifty kilometers... That alone was fantastical enough to grind every conventional naval warfare theory and gunnery manual on the Endless Sea beneath its heel like wastepaper.

While ordinary sailors were still thinking, Damn, those shots were accurate, the personnel in ranging, enemy detection, and radar had already begun to see black. Everyone stood up in shock, stopping themselves from