Reincarnated with the Country System

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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Captain James Reynolds was enjoying a rare moment of calm in his quarters, sipping coffee as the ship rocked gently on the waves. The peace didn't last long. An officer burst in, delivering the admiral's orders.

"Sir! Admiral Harrington has ordered us to fire a missile at one of the enemy ships. After the hit, we're to advance at full speed and engage with our main guns."

Reynolds set down his coffee cup and nodded. "Understood. Relay the order to the CIC. Tell them to pinpoint the nearest enemy ship and prepare the missile for launch."

"Yes, sir!"

The Combat Information Center (CIC) of the destroyer was a dimly lit room filled with radar screens, sonar displays, and communication equipment. The officers here were the eyes and ears of the ship. The senior officer in charge received the order and immediately began coordinating with the radar team.

"Give me the coordinates of the nearest enemy ship," he ordered.

"Coordinates locked, sir," a radar operator replied.

The coordinates were relayed to the Fire Control System (FCS), which was integrated with the ship's Harpoon missiles. A loud siren blared across the deck, warning the crew of the impending launch.

"Fire in five, four, three, two, one… fire!"

The missile roared out of its launch tube, leaving a trail of smoke in its wake. The supersonic screech of the missile echoed across the sea as it sped toward its target.

"Missile will hit the target in eight minutes," the fire control officer reported.

Meanwhile, in the Latvian Fleet.

The Latvian navy was patrolling its waters, tasked with protecting the Navy Headquarters and the port city of Kuro. Their fleet was a mix of old and new ships, but one vessel stood out: a massive wooden flagship adorned with golden dragon statues and intricate engravings. The ship was unlike anything else in the fleet, its hull gleaming with gold and copper inlays. Even more bizarre were the large, green-scaled beasts tethered to the ship, their spiked backs occasionally breaking the surface of the water.

On the flagship's deck, Admiral Viktor Kuznetsov scanned the horizon. He was a seasoned commander, but something felt off. The sea was too quiet.

"Admiral!" a lookout shouted, pointing toward the sky. "Something's approaching us at incredible speed! It's leaving a trail of smoke!"

Kuznetsov turned his gaze to the horizon. A fiery object was hurtling toward them, growing larger by the second.

"What is that?" Kuznetsov demanded.

"Maybe a meteorite?" one of his officers suggested.

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.