The navy of the Empire of Brilles had finally arrived, and the governor was so happy that he escaped from the courtyard where he had been watched, and met the two marshals of the army. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The marshals showed great interest in the Governor's colorful description, but the Governor soon discovered that the two of them were merely listening to stories. Seeing off the governor, the two men convened a joint meeting to arrange the deployment for the attack. The two analyzed that although they were far away in Europa, they could not rule out that the Empire's old enemy, Frans, was secretly in contact with the rebels who were fighting against the Empire, so the top priority was to send a vigilance ship to monitor the Frans naval fleet that was not to be underestimated from the sea. The Admiral, stroking the ribbon on his spotless uniform, laughed and said, "Don't look at the fact that the territory has been transformed by Breth for many years, they still believe in some so-called legends, and it is clear that the stupid fellow of the Governor also believes in this legend. The Field Marshal frowned, thought about it, and then spoke, Your Excellency, don't you think that the non-humans spoken by the Governor are somewhat like the demons in the Europa mythology that we have heard? The admiral looked at the other party's serious face, and slowly put down his wine glass, who knew that the field marshal laughed, what age is it, and some people believe that the devil really exists. As it was, the two raised their glasses again, wishing the repression that was about to begin to be over, and a speedy return to Breez.

After dodging the naval guard ships of the Noble Empire a few days ago, he was finally able to take a break while the sponge was calm. Although the task has not yet been completed, Warman is in a hurry, but it does not prevent him from enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of him. The boatswain told Warman that this was just a superficial phenomenon of the sea, and that the beauty would not last long, and that it would change dramatically at any moment. Otherwise, this sea would not be called the Devil's Sea. While the two were chatting against the side of the ship, the boatswain exclaimed that the devil had appeared. In the direction where the boatswain pointed to the place where the sea and the sky met, a towering wave appeared, and the speed was fast towards this direction. The boatswain summoned the sailors, adjusted the direction of the canvas, and used the wind to speed up, intending to escape from danger. The devilish waves didn't give Warman much time for them, and even the best sailing boats in the world couldn't escape. The speed of the boat slowed down, but the wind did not stop. Directly behind the ship, a huge whirlpool appeared, and Warman's ship was just at the edge of the whirlpool. It is the whirlpool that drives the air movement above the sea surface, creating local sea winds. When Warman turned back to tell the people to continue trying to get out of the whirlpool, he found that most of the people on the deck had begun to get down on their knees, with crosses drawn on their chests, and muttering to their mouths, praying for God's blessing. Wolman cursed fiercely, fool, and at that moment a sailor went mad, jumped over the side of the ship and jumped into the sea, and was swallowed up in the blink of an eye. The ship was slowly swirled by the whirlpool towards the low depression in the center, the sea around the hull was already higher than the height of the mast, and Warman felt as if they were being loaded into a funnel, about to be lowered down the tip of the funnel to an unknown place.

Curris was constantly receiving information about the militia's surveillance of the Imperial army of Breth, and as he received more and more information, he couldn't help but get a little nervous. The manufacture of weapons is intensifying, and the number of the Continental Army is steadily expanding, but the construction of a huge naval fleet is a matter of overnight. If the battle with Bules goes smoothly and can take advantage, it will inevitably suffer losses on the sea, and Breez can give full play to his strengths and block every inch of the territory. At that time, even if the province becomes independent, it will be unable to trade with other places overseas, and it will be economically difficult. At this time, he had to consider a Frans who had been very abruptly obtained a few days ago. During his travels to the countries of Europa, Curis, as the younger brother of the Prime Minister of the British Empire, was warmly welcomed by many Europa nobles. It was then that Curris learned that Frans and Breez, while seemingly peaceful, actually harbored evil intentions for each other. How could the arrogant Frans Sun King, who considered himself the greatest king in the history of the Empire, accept Frans' defeat at the hands of Bules not long ago. The Sun King worked hard to squeeze almost all the wealth that could be squeezed out of the empire's territory and developed the military. All the nobles of Europa believed that another attack between the two empires was a certainty, and that the Sun King might just be waiting for a golden opportunity. Curris realized that the Sunlord saw the independence of Amric's overseas territories as a good opportunity to defeat Bules. Thinking of this, Curris decided not to snub the messenger who claimed to be the Sun King.

The envoy met Curis for the second time, but in fact the envoy had already come to Emerik, and with half of his Brethian blood, he disguised himself as a well-behaved Brethese merchant, and his standard Breusan accent made no one doubt his identity. After Frans's intelligence officers had the foresight to send the information back to Frans for the integration of the system, His Majesty the Sun King made a decision to give his most trusted person, Pierre, a mission to infiltrate Emerik on his behalf and make the right decision when any powerful time came for the Frans Empire. That's how Pierre came to Emerik, in fact, a few years ago. What he didn't expect was that Pierre met Curris for the first time, but he hit the nail fiercely. When he revealed his identity, Curris didn't believe it at all. Although there was no harsh reprimand, Pierre sensed Curris's disrespect. Curis didn't listen to Pierre at all and told him to go down. Pierre was not in a hurry, as the Sun King's most trusted person, he could not ruin his mission because of this. He waited patiently for Curis to be met for a second time. Pierre was full of confidence this time, he knew that more than a dozen territories of Emmerik under the leadership of Curris were about to bear huge pressure.

At the second meeting, Pierre took out a solid gold cross that symbolized the Sun King's noble authority, and the Sun King's seal on the bottom gave Curris a reason to trust. It is not obvious that this ordinary merchant with whom Curris once dealt would be the plenipotentiary envoy of the Sun King of the Frans Empire, whose power in Europa is second only to that of Bres. Curris apologized for the past rudeness, but the other party said he didn't care, and the two of them stepped back and discussed. Frans of the Sun King, willing to provide full fleet support on the vast seas to help Curris contain the power of Bules, and according to Pierre, the navy of the Empire of Breez will soon find that they will confront the territorial forces without follow-up supplies. Pierre smiled and said to Curis that we Frans would show our neutrality in clever ways. The small gave Curris confidence, and the Sun King's ambition dictated that Frans would do everything in his power to give Breez the maximum consumption in his promise. The two quickly agreed, and when Frans proposed that a piece of the northwest of the Emerik continent be developed as a condition for this joint confrontation, Curris hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. Curris arranged for someone to secretly sail to send Pierre away from Emerik to return to China, but who knows, Pierre politely refused. He told Curris that if he really came here alone, he would never be able to complete the task given by the king. He had a fast sailing ship departing, and agreed that within a month, the Frans naval fleet, which was cruising covertly in the oceans beyond Europa, would intervene in the war and give Curris the greatest help. It turned out that with the arrival of Pierre in Emerik, Frans's navy's long-term uninterrupted cruises began, including the large-scale sorties of the Bleesian navy, and did not escape the surveillance of Frans's navy. Judging by the present, it seems that Britles has not yet realized this, what a favorable condition it is. Sending Pierre away, Curis re-enshrined on the map receives a report that the Empire of Blees has begun to attack.

The army sent by Britles this time was mainly light infantry, after all, ocean transportation was not an easy task, and the two imperial marshals believed that only the number was sufficient to have more chances of victory, and they did not carry heavy long-range artillery. Ordinary solid mortars became the army's most powerful weapons of destruction, and were first placed at the forefront of the military formation. According to the code of conduct of the Breethian infantry, the mortar approached by a musket phalanx. A limited number of cavalry received the task of passing orders back and forth and reconnoitring the enemy. When necessary, the cavalry will use its fast characteristics to directly attack the opponent's command organ, and capture the thief first. The Field Marshal hesitantly invited the Admiral to ride at the end of the phalanx, watching the advance of the Imperial Army. Legends, after all, are just legends, the Imperial Army, armed with hot weapons, has become the most powerful army in Europa and even in the world, and there are no overseas territories with strong industrial production, and the Field Marshal does not think so. What makes people anxious is that on the wide town streets, there is no one on the opposite side for a long time, and the other side has not lined up in a battle formation to fight. The field marshal couldn't understand what the territorial militia led by Kuris was trying to do. The scouts were sent out to no avail, and the Brethian army was faced with an empty town. The field marshal was not so annoyed that he ordered the army to form a marching column and advance slowly. There is no indication that Curris has retreated.

The army went last with heavy mortars, and the wagons with shells. The marching Imperial army, the hash army, walked unsuspectingly through the streets after a light rain, and the soldiers' boots were covered with mud, and they could not move faster at all. The two marshals accompanied the army and discussed the need to move the command organs to the shore. The conversation between the two was interrupted by shouts of killing behind them, and with the shouts of killing appeared, the cavalry, judging by their attire, it was Amerik's militia. They did not approach the artillery of Breese very closely, but raised the guns in their hands at a distance. With the sound of gunfire, the Imperial soldiers around the mortar fell. The militia captured the mortars and, taking advantage of the situation, headed the Imperial infantry in front of them, reloading the shells. On the streets, which are lined with tall houses, there is nowhere to hide for a very short time. Fortunately, this time, because it was judged that the militia would build a strong barricade, they carried solid bullets, and if they fired flowering shells, the casualties of the Imperial infantry would have increased many times. The soldiers pushed each other to dodge, completely confused, and almost completely lost their combat effectiveness. Rifles with bayonets in their hands seemed to be a burden, and some of the panicked soldiers even threw away their guns and desperately drilled into the houses on both sides. The windows on the second floor of the house were opened at the same time, and the muzzles of the guns protruding from the house were aimed at the panicked Imperial soldiers, and the people on the ground lay down in the smoke of gunfire. Several houses were opened into the soldiers' houses, and a loud explosion was heard, which turned out to be housed with gunpowder. The field marshal had never seen such a miserable appearance of the imperial army, and he was at a loss for a while. He and the Admiral were particularly conspicuously dressed in their splendid attire, and soon several solid squeezing shells flew as if they had eyes, one of which accurately hit the marshal's horse in the neck, and the horse fell to the ground with a neighing. Half of the field marshal's body was crushed under the horse's belly and could not break free, and the admiral did not care about his colleagues, and the pegasus galloped out of the range of the cannonball.

The 1st Landing Detachment of several thousand people was thus reimbursed on that very ordinary street of the town. The marshal fled back to the dock with a small retinue and immediately ordered the warship to leave the dock and anchor in the open sea. The commander of the 2nd Landing Detachment, after seeing the murderous territorial militia following behind, also gave up the idea of going ashore to support the 1st Detachment, and retreated to the open sea with the warships. It was a great shame that the field marshal was actually captured. The Admiral vented his anger at the rebel forces in his realm on the one hand, and cursed his arrogant colleague on the other. Didn't he hear that the Marines, who were wiped out last time, were also inadvertently defeated? There has never been a proud soldier who can die a good death, but may God bless his colleagues from being tortured and killed. At the meeting convened by the marshal, no one spoke, no one knew what to say, no one could have imagined that the most elite landing force of the Reich, a whole detachment, would be easily wiped out. The self-confidence that had been built up in the process of conquering the world in the past has been eroded. There was a dead air in the conference room. Soldiers outside the gate reported a light approaching on the surface of the sea.

The field marshal was put back in this way, and his embarrassed appearance was unforgettable at first sight. The mud on his uniform, which had been dried and covered in pieces, his hair was messy and he walked with a limp, clearly the work of his favorite military horse. Entering the conference room, the admiral handed the colleague a glass of brandy of height, which was considered a shock. The marshal, who had drunk it all, got into a state of excitement and slammed his fist on the table, and he demanded that the second, third, and reserve units all be ready, land overnight, and begin the attack at dawn. Everyone was stunned when they heard this, from the dejected appearance when they first came, to the almost hysterical rage, it was simply two people. The Admiral motioned for everyone to leave the room, and then whispered to his colleagues, "Marshal, you need a good rest." Reluctantly, the Field Marshal was helped away, and the Field Marshal reconvened the senior officers and asked them to be ready for action the next day. Everyone had to be ordered, and the admiral took the place of the marshal in command, and it seemed that it would be better. However, there are also people who doubt this, after all, today's battle is impressive, but the enemy's combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

Warman's ship was swept into a deep whirlpool, the waters around the whirlpool that were higher than the ship's mast but never covered the ship's top. Reaching the bottom of the whirlpool, the people were amazed to find that the bottom of their ship was firmly pierced by the top of a sharp building. Looking at the towering waters overhead, Warman immediately persuaded the group to leave the ship and take refuge in the building under the ship. Things are always easier said than done, when people leave the boat and climb a little lower to the top, they can see clearly the real scene at the bottom of the whirlpool, the sea water drills in through a hole in the building department, drills out from the other side, and under the back and forth circulation, the sea water turns and drives a huge whirlpool. Instead of teaching people to make more stops, Warman told people to try to find a place to enter the building. The building in front of him looked very similar to the Perimides he had seen with Curris in Ephelik, could it be that the people there had come far to the bottom of the sea here to establish a new Parimed? Screams from the crowd were heard, and people noticed that the whirlpool above their heads had become smaller and smaller, and it was clear that once the whirlpool was gone, the water overhead would cover it, and people needed to find the entrance to hide immediately. However, the smooth surface of the building in front of them was touched by hand, and not an inch was abnormal, perhaps this was a solid building at all, and Warman and they could not escape at all this time.