Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 2 Chapter 11

"Captain, how’s the field trip?" I asked as the ship’s 127mm cannons were already firing toward the city of Marjorie, smoke rising in the distance.

"The central battery ships of Norvoga are trying to sortie. We’re pummeling them with shells, but most are sitting ducks. Eight kilometers out is a safe distance—none of their coastal batteries can reach that far," Captain Thorne said with a grin. "Your Excellency, I heard you were pretty reckless out there. Fearlessly provoking and attacking them while surrounded and outnumbered deep in enemy lines."

"Yeah, I’ll have to reflect on that," I replied with a shrug, earning sighs from Leo and the others at my risky decisions.

Then, one of Captain Thorne’s CIC officers approached, requesting a salvo of Hellfire strikes on the central battery ships currently attempting to leave port.

"Permission to fire Hellfire missiles, sir?" the officer asked.

Captain Thorne, with a quick glance at the tactical display, nodded. "Granted."

A few seconds later, the command went out, and the operator fired the missiles. Plumes of smoke billowed from the Mk. 151 64 Vertical Launch System (VLS) cells on our ship, and navalized Hellfire missiles streaked through the air, leaving trails of fire behind them.

We watched the live feed from the targeting systems on the main screen, eyes glued to the black-and-white thermal images of the enemy ships. The central battery vessels, clueless about the impending barrage, slowly moved out of port. Then, mere seconds before impact, the feed blinked off, cutting abruptly as several missiles struck amidships and turret emplacements.

"Direct hits," the operator called out.

From our vantage point on the Monsoon, I saw the distant explosions ripple through the enemy formation. Thick, black smoke curled into the air, and a small mushroom cloud appeared in the distance—clear evidence of a munitions detonation. The Hellfire missiles had done their job.

"Looks like a guarantee — one of them won't be making it to sea," Captain Thorne said with a smirk, his eyes not leaving the plumes of smoke in the distance.

"Good riddance," Leo muttered beside me. He looked impressed but kept his usual calm expression.

I nodded, taking in the aftermath. "That should keep from thinking—escaping a good option. Now, what's the situation on the ground?"

"Gunships reports significant damage to the enemy’s logistical infrastructure," Captain Thorne replied. "We’ve knocked out several key points in the city, but they’re trying to reinforce."

Another officer from the CIC handed the captain a tablet. "We’ve detected more air activity from Norvoga and Marjorie. Enemy falcons are scrambling.”

"Shot them down," I ordered.

"Yes, sir," the officer responded promptly, sending the command down the chain of command.

The sound of the ship’s main 127mm guns continued to roar in the background, firing at land targets in Marjorie. Shell after shell soared through the air, aimed at what remained of the city’s port and surrounding location. The smoke rising was a clear indication that our bombardment doing its job splendidly.

"Captain, do we have confirmation on the port’s destruction?" I asked.

Thorne nodded. "Yes, sir. Our ships have completed their bombardment run. The port is essentially neutralized. We've turned most of their facilities lines into rubble. It'll be out of commission for few weeks, just for cleaning the rubble."

"Good," I said, taking a deep breath as I watched the tactical display.

Then, one of the crew reported more incoming targets. "Bandits inbound," bandits — no longer designated as bogeys, the operator called out. These weren’t just unidentified contacts anymore—they were confirmed hostiles—rather straight out classified as hostile.