The general stared incredulously at the naval harbor, the territory that once belonged to him, with his hands on the window. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Countless red fires turned this supposed quiet night into a purgatory full of wails.

I don't know who blew the horn, the long horn sound hovered over the ground under the night sky, the well-trained naval port soldiers heard this familiar sound, and their hearts suddenly felt a little comforted, and gradually they became less frightened and panicked, and spontaneously formed a charging formation and shouted in unison and rushed to the berthing area, and their shouts even overshadowed the explosion and the horn, resounding all over the world.

However, it is a pity that the fire of encouragement that had just risen in their hearts was extinguished in an instant.

Rumble!

With this sound, the earth shook. Accompanied by sparks, the giant cannon spews out a visually stunning cannonball, carved and polished from hard granite with a diameter as wide as a man's shoulder.

The violent whistling sound, even from a distance of hundreds of meters, seemed to be able to feel its powerful impact, and under the night lit by firelight, it flew straight ahead in a posture that tore through everything.

Bang!

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the soldiers' charging formation froze for a moment, standing in place.

It happened...... What the?

It was as if something was flying from the ground just now, and then the companion next to him disappeared with a swish, and disappeared without a trace.

After a brief moment of consternation, they quickly came back to their senses and turned their heads to look, only to see that the charging formation was knocked out of a passage alive, and under the unparalleled impact of the granite shells, countless soldiers were instantly knocked away, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

The cannon of Urban, known as the monster cannon, easily broke the walls of Constantinople, which was recognized as "impregnable" at the time, more than ten years ago, and helped the Ottoman Empire capture this important city in history and take the Byzantine Empire, which was once glorious Europe.

As an improved version of it, Christine designed a giant cannon that was not only larger and longer in barrel, but also added rifled elements, which increased its power many times, when the human body encountered such a granite cannonball......

"A giant cannon, it's a giant cannon!" the soldier shouted, looking at his companions who had fallen in a pool of blood and no longer human, and couldn't help but shiver, his legs seemed to be welded to the ground, and he couldn't move forward even half a step.

"Charge... Is it?"

Some of them began to slowly retreat timidly, their eyes full of fear, with a hint of humiliation in their unwilling to be deserters, but soon overshadowed by the desire to survive.

They hesitated, and before they could decide whether to continue charging or fleeing, the giant cannon of destruction, opened fire again.

There was no doubt that the huge granite shells swept away the crowd again in an instant, leaving only a few broken arms and legs.

The soldiers could no longer suppress their fears, and with the absence of a general present to take command, they unanimously made a decision.

"Brothers... Retreat!" I don't know who shouted, and everyone immediately agreed.

They fled much faster than they had charged, and they did not dare to delay for a moment without looking back, as if they were surrounded by a tsunami that would open their bloody jaws and devour them mercilessly.

No one would call them cowards, because whoever saw this scene with their own eyes would be shocked by the extremely tragic scene and would not have the courage to resist at all.

This is a group of good soldiers with ambition and faith, they are selected from the army, each of them has vigorous skills and endless courage, eager to go into battle to kill the enemy, and never afraid to confront the enemy head-on.

However, in extreme cases, everything can change.

When a person's faith is shattered, all he has left is the instinct to survive, he doesn't want to die silently, the only thought in his heart is to survive, even if he doesn't know why he lives, he must do so, because one day he will know.

What was the belief of the soldiers? It was an expedition, an expedition to the battlefields of southern Europe to compete with the Turks, and to use their own strength to push the Kingdom of Denmark to the light.

Now, their faith has long been shattered, and all the sail warships in the berthing area, the eight years of hard work of the dynasty, were all burned in an instant, and they were reduced to ruins that were engulfed in fire.

They understood that the expedition seemed to have been aborted, so there was no need to risk their lives for it.

Another group of companions were killed, and they didn't even have time to scream.

They were scurrying around like crazy, some of them were still sane and wanted to organize a counterattack, but the cannons in the warehouse had been transported away by Zheng Fei's convoy, and the only hope was the two large turrets in the center of the naval port, which strangely did not move.

They staggered up to the turret, only to find that the artillerymen guarding there were all dead, lying to the ground.

Fortunately, the cannon was still intact, and they couldn't help but rejoice in their hearts, wanting to fight back fiercely.

However, the flame of hope that had just been ignited was ruthlessly extinguished before it could burn for a while.

Because they found that all the gunpowder stored here had been splashed with water, and no matter what, it could not be ignited.

"Damn!

They cursed indignantly, staring wide-eyed at the burning moorings, the ships that would bring Denmark glory, burning and burning in the fire, and before long they would be reduced to ashes, never to be repaired.

At the same time, the craftsmen of the shipyard were happy, and although the ships were the work of their hard work, they did not give up in the slightest, and they had no sympathy for the ships that were about to be burned, after all, they were forced, and for eight years they were almost imprisoned in the naval port, doing repetitive things all day under the whip of the officers.

This round of explosions, this fire, and this wave of routs helped them breathe out their bad breath.

Just as they were clapping their hands and applauding for a good show, they suddenly saw a large crowd of people pouring out of the berthing area and rushing towards the shipyard.

Sensing danger, they subconsciously clenched the hammer and axe in their hands, for them, no matter what, saving their lives was the most important thing, and many of them were looking forward to returning home.

The group of people who came were Spartan warriors, and they rushed out to take the shipyard craftsmen away after the soldiers fled and retreated.

Zheng Fei needed this group of craftsmen.

......

The general's fingers were tightly pressed against the window edge, and there was deep regret and shock in his eyes.

"It's over, I'm done, the expeditionary force is over—" he muttered to himself in distraction, repeating over and over again.

"Take care of him. Zheng Fei told the Spartan warriors, then turned and stepped onto the deck, standing at the stern of the ship looking at the fading firelight, taking a deep breath and sighing. (To be continued.) )