The battle meeting lasted until late at night, and the rulers of Parnia racked their brains, but could not think of an effective way to retreat from the enemy. The current situation is both brutal and clear, the shore defense positions can last at most a day, and the next two paths in front of the Parnias are nothing more than two paths: either open the gates and surrender to the commander of the Imperial Navy; Either the whole city will be evacuated, and all the soldiers and civilians will retreat to the inland towns outside the range of the enemy's naval guns to reorganize their defenses, leaving only an empty city for the invaders.

Prince Carroll was not at all bothered to seriously consider the option of surrender, so it was clear what the choice should be. Just as he was about to issue an evacuation announcement to the residents of the city, he suddenly realized that the wind outside the window had changed, and at some point the dark clouds covered the moonlight, and a thunderstorm came.

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Before dawn on 2 May, a low-pressure cyclone drifting from the coral coast over the Golden Horn soaks up the hot and humid air above the sea in early summer and finally brews into a storm.

This sudden summer storm disrupted the battle plan of the Imperial Navy. The turbulent waves in the harbor did not hinder the battleships and cruisers, but the destroyers and frigates of smaller tonnage were violently tossed and turned under the impetus of the waves, and the lightest minesweepers were thrown high and smashed by the waves like toys.

General Lucien stood on the flagship platform and watched through the telescope at the storm, and his mood was as bad as the weather. The mines in the shipping lanes had not yet been cleared, and the Imperial fleet could not risk rushing into that dangerous sea, and the only thing left to do now was to be forced to wait for the weather to improve. However, their opponents did not waste their time, on the opposite shore defense position, the torrential rain washed away the blood that had not yet dried up, and a busy figure could be seen in the ruins, it was the Parnia who were braving the rain to repair the fort.

Summer rainstorms usually come and go quickly, but it is not uncommon for storms to last for several days due to the passage of typhoons from the open sea. Unable to tell when the weather would improve, General Lucien was disgusted by the feeling of the situation getting out of control and resigned to fate, so he called the commander of the flagship Navigator Order, a high-ranking druid, and asked if he could use magic to alter the weather and dispel the storm.

"Your Excellency, the 7-ring spell 'Manipulate the Weather' can bring the storm to a halt temporarily, but I don't recommend it."

"Why?" General Lucien raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"If the current bad weather was created by the enemy spellcaster, then there is nothing wrong with us casting a spell to disperse it, but unfortunately this storm is not man-made, but purely natural. Even if we can cast a spell to temporarily dispel the storm in front of us, the natural factors that cause the storm will still exist, which means that we have just dispersed the storm, and it will not be long before the storm will hit again, and even because we cast the spell to disrupt the inherent balance of the natural world, causing the storm to come more violently, which will not be conducive to your battle plan in the long run. ”

After listening to the analysis of the chief navigator, General Lucien looked at the increasingly violent storm outside the porthole, sighed helplessly, and could only wait patiently for the weather to clear.

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The storm lasted for a day and a night, and on the morning of 3 May, the sky over the Golden Horn was still overcast, and the wild rain of last night had turned to a drizzle.

General Lucien tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, and got up from time to time to look out the window. He finally survived until the wind and rain subsided, and he could not wait for the sky to clear up completely, so he urged the fleet to dispatch and continue to bombard the coastal defense positions of Parnia.

The three main battleships were ordered to sail into the harbor and could not wait to open fire on the coastal defense batteries that had been repaired overnight, and the rumbling of artillery suppressed the sound of wind and rain. In order to regain yesterday's delay, the Imperial Cruiser Squadron also ventured into the harbor and fired at the fort at a closer distance. A quick but futile fire was fired at all the fortresses on the opposite shore, and the Imperial fleet responded with a salvo of heavy artillery, with a ferocity that was overwhelming.

Except for the gray sky and the drizzle, the scene in the harbor seemed to be repeated without modification in the offensive and defensive battles of May 1. The Imperial fleet bombarded the shore defense batteries, uprooting them one by one, while the minesweeping squadrons braved artillery fire to rush into the depths of the harbor to clear the mines scattered in the narrow sections.

Fierce exchanges of fire continued into the afternoon, and the sound of artillery from the Palnia shore positions gradually faded and large areas of the ruined positions fell silent. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lieutenant General Vernav reported to the flagship on the situation of the battle: "The positions of the Parnias are mostly paralyzed, the situation is very favorable, and the time is ripe for a beach-grabbing landing. ”

At the same time that General Verneuve sent this battle report, the Combined Far Eastern Fleet, which had come all the way from the North Bay, finally arrived at the Golden Horn at the very moment when the port of Parnia was about to fall.

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In the drizzle of the Golden Horn, a fleet of two heavy cruisers, four light cruisers, six destroyers, and six frigates was sailing at full speed.

The Far Eastern flagship, the Sea Palace, galloped at the front of the fleet, and in the bridge hall, Roland and Lyubov stood in front of the porthole of the force field, gazing out the window at the raging waves. At the end of the horizon, the complex of the Palace of Parnia, and the silhouette cast by the towers of the Cathedral of Vijeuse, look so far away that it is heart-wrenching.

"Don't worry, we'll be in time." Lyubov took Roland's hand and said in a gentle voice, "There are just two of us idlers on the ship, instead of thinking nonsense here, it is better to go to the deck to relax." ”

Parnia was being ravaged by the artillery fire of the Imperial fleet, and Roland couldn't handle it calmly, but he also knew that there was no point in worrying about it here, so he accepted Lyubov's suggestion and took her slender hand and went to the deck.

The deck was drenched in rain, and the waves crashed against the ship's side, and sometimes splashes over the railings. Fortunately, Roland and Lyubov are both quasi-legendary powerhouses, and they can be saved from the wind and rain by using a magic trick at will.

Sailors can be seen busy everywhere on the deck, and in order to maintain the top speed in bad weather, the entire crew members have worked hard to not slack off.

Roland and Lyubov walked near the mainmast, and suddenly there was a long roar in the air, first two giant eagles descended, and then a flock of bipedal wyverns, which descended on the deck under the guidance of the giant eagle, gathered their wings, twisted their slender necks, and shook off the rain from their bodies. At the same time, the cavalry on the back of the wyvern also jumped down one after another.

"Fanny!" Roland waved at a petite girl who had just jumped off the dragon's back, "It's really hard for you, you just flew all the way from Cold Creek Town yesterday, and you have to patrol today." ”