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A few bulls, with the hoarse scolding of the coachman and the squeak of the wheels, dragged their loads with difficulty down the road leading to the beach.

Heroic cavalry patrolled in groups of three, protecting the convoys that traveled between the town and the coast.

The vehicle was followed by a group of ragged refugees.

Carrying heavy packages or pulling carts, they followed the advancing cavalry to the waiting ships.

"If it weren't for the wrong timing, I'd like to cut open the head of the head of the guard here and see what it contains!"

Leaving Town Boulevard, Perru stared at the ruined scene in front of him, the bright silver fighting spirit flickering in front of him.

The once-thriving town of Sirno is now overshadowed by a haze of bitterness and depression.

The morning air was no longer filled with the sweetness of fruit milk and ale, replaced by the distracting sound of maces and saws.

No one was angry at the disturbing noise, and the workers, like the soldiers, were doing their best to mend the damage caused by the attack on the town, and they, like the soldiers, had not had a good rest for days.

The fish-men, maybe the Naga, or some hybrid sea monster, but who cares!

Except for orcs and elves, there is no race on the material continent that is worthy of in-depth understanding by humans, even dwarves and gnomes, who are only known for their unique racial knowledge and engineering skills.

Humanity doesn't need to know what the losers of tens of thousands of years ago are doing now, and the vast majority of people can't tell the difference between fish-men, naga, krakens, and krakens except for scholars who specialize in these obscure knowledge.

But that doesn't make a difference, as long as they know that they're going to slaughter the damn minus as soon as they meet.

The fish-men (perhaps) attacked here at sunset two days ago, destroying the entire town.

A few of the guards who were at their posts had no time to resist until the frightened women, the elderly, and children sounded the alarm.

"I'm really curious, don't the guards here even do the most basic training, why do I only see scattered enemy corpses, while the dead soldiers are several times more than the other party!"

Perru dismounted, and re-embarked with his two men along the route of the alien attack.

The various miserable images he saw in front of him made him more and more angry, especially after seeing that the weapon in the hand of the short, ugly monster was stone, and the cavalry captain, who had already entered middle age, was on the verge of exploding.

"They're not even as good as a farmer!"

Perru pointed to the corpse of a fish-man and scolded.

It's no wonder he's so angry, veterans with a little battlefield experience can see that the fatal wound of this corpse is a gap in the back of the head, it is not a wound that can be caused by the guard's standard long sword, it is more like a ...... Marks left by a plough hoe after a blow.

Originally, the battle loss ratio between Sirno's guards and the invaders was very high, and if you remove some of the fishmen who were killed by the frightened townspeople, it can be said that this group of fools has no value at all.

Seeing the angry appearance of the commander, his subordinates did not dare to persuade him, they had already heard of what the garrison officer was here, and the incompetence of the soldiers under him was not something that could not be understood.

After scolding for a while, the cavalry captain, who had vented a lot of anger, continued to move forward with his subordinates.

They needed more information to make a detailed attack report and post-battle analysis, and the task was not as easy as it had been.

Originally, this kind of thing could be handed over to the local garrison officer, after all, he who was on the front line of the "battle" should have a better understanding of the situation at that time.

"Give it to him?"

Perru's nose let out a cold snort of disdain, he had no doubt that if the report was handed over to that idiot to write, in order to shirk responsibility, that guy would definitely exaggerate the strength of the attacker as much as possible, and dare not say that it was Pegasus, the "god of the sea" who had just risen from the depths of the Ririura Sea.

Walking on the blood-stained and muddy road, smelling the stench in the air that had not yet dissipated, the blood and mutilated corpses everywhere kept Perru and his party silent.

The Fish-Man's initial attack was a small pier a few kilometers away, a privately owned pier in the town of Sirno, which was mainly used for fishermen to dock.

The attackers disarmed their forces at the pier, some of them attacked the town of Sirno, and some of them attacked the harbor not too far from the pier.

The garrison of the harbor does not belong to Sirno (it is the blessing of His Highness Io), and the guards there are not all elite, but they are much better than the group of people here who are not even as good as farmers.

As a result, the fish-men who attacked the harbor suffered a different fate than their companions - they were almost wiped out, and the result was nothing more than setting fire to three ships and severely damaging two.

Most of the injured ships had now been repaired, and the undamaged ships in the harbor had sailed to their current temporary refuge, north of the Trade Winds Cliffs.

Compared to this, the fish-men who attacked the town of Sirno can be said to be "brilliant".

They threw torches at the buildings near the towers, and the flames stretched to the center of the town, where they caused huge damage.

The auditorium of Versa, two taverns, and dozens of smaller buildings are now nothing but heavid ruins, with only blackened wood, broken roof tiles, and charred stones marking their former location.

A full third of Sernoh was burned before the fire could be brought under control.

"Damn fish-people!"

Perru's right fist slammed into the ash-covered wall, and blood flowed down his fingers as he didn't use his fighting spirit, outlining the meandering marks of the road on the wall.

"Captain—"

The subordinates behind him stepped forward quickly, trying to help, but were pushed away by Peru.

"Go back," the knight staggered and steadied himself, and instructed his two men, "first report the details of this place to your lordship."

"Besides, order to go down and conduct a meticulous search along the coast, this kind of thing must not happen a second time!"

......

While Perru and his men were busy, Tyne, the garrison of Sirno, was hiding in a large tent and drinking with a few of his cronies.

"My lord, that guy Peru can't rub sand in his eyes, we ......"

"Can't rub the sand?" Tyne snorted, "That's right!"

"If he could rub sand in his eyes, wouldn't he become a clam?"

With that, Mr. Garrison laughed, but no one agreed.

Although the house is full of Tyne's cronies, they are not die-hard, and they follow Tyne only because he can bring benefits to them.

Groups built for gold will inevitably disband for gold, and no one wants to fight Perlu for a small profit.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't know that he would not be able to get Perru's forgiveness for what he had done, he probably wouldn't have been able to gather half of the people in this party.