This is only the Tang Army's third round of volley fire! How could they shoot so accurately? The commander aboard the South Island Battleship felt there must be a traitor on his warship, signaling the enemy with some kind of guiding device!
Yet, he knew this was impossible. He had never heard of such a device, and even if something like it existed, using it would be stupid—who would guide enemy fire onto themselves?
But why were the enemy's strikes so precise? This was a question he desperately wanted answered.
As his mind spiraled into chaos, a Styx Anti-ship Missile was screaming toward his warship. In the dim dawn light, as the sky began to brighten, the missile crashed directly into the bridge of the South Island Battleship!
Yes! It was that precise, not deviating in the slightest! The anti-ship missile pierced through the South Island's command tower, leaving a hole larger than a basin on its surface.
