The torrential rain pounded on the bulkheads, and little Goodwin, who was hiding in his cabin, was startled again and again by the sound of footsteps and horns overhead, and the knocked over inkwell stained half of the table black, and he had to wipe it clean again and again, and then take out a new parchment and lightly knock the mouth of the bottle twice with a quill pen. couldn't help but hesitate, but still wrote down.

"Lord Edward Witwood succeeded—perhaps because of the death of the Marquis Holard Minest, or perhaps because of his perseverance or extraordinary spirit that moved the Minest family so that they had to break with Berrion Marcherus once and for all and fall to the side of His Highness Anson. Become an important ally of His Highness.

With it, the entire royal fleet - even in the battle of the expedition to Bright Star City, I have never seen so many warships appear on the surface of the sea at the same time, sails and flags cover the sky, like countless wooden fortresses floating on the sea. In fact, they are the sea fortresses of the Kingdom of Turin, which have protected the city from war countless times over the past three hundred years.

Now, they were marching towards Turin, with an army of five thousand men, an equally large number of sailors, trebuchets, and oil that could burn "half of Turin".

And now, in the flagship of this great fleet, in a small inconspicuous cabin, listening to the sound of the rain outside, I kept myself as calm as I could, and pretended that I had no fear.

But I was actually scared, and everyone on this ship had fear in their hearts, and I saw the fearful and helpless ones. The faces of the sailors. They all knew what they were doing - marching on the city of Turin. Not to mention the people of Turine, not even a Dominica, or any state, no barbarian tribe could have imagined that they could be capable of challenging this ancient and great city.

It's hard to describe the feeling – you see a tower hundreds of feet high, a wall that encompasses five hills, a wall that stretches endlessly, and a palace that is innumerable. Don't you think you can take the city of people with unknown numbers?

I'm afraid that only those who are true kings, like His Majesty Levi Marcherus, would have that kind of thought, and we, ordinary people, can only have a sense of powerlessness and confusion about the future.

But Lord Edward was as determined as ever, not to mention fear, and I could not even see a hint of excitement in him, as if the 'march to Turin' was to him as much thought as what he would eat tomorrow, just as he was going to do it step by step.

The goal is clear. Detailed steps, full of confidence - this is what I saw in Master Edward Witwood. I can't even bear to wonder if there is anything else in this world that can really make him excited, really arouse his impulses, and his blood is pumping.

I don't know when, but it's definitely not in front of us - it's definitely not what we're about to fight, the harbor fleet of Port Kings, and although there is a solemn atmosphere on the whole flagship, I believe that this man, who has been bought by the gold of Berion, will never be able to defeat the glorious royal fleet.

God bless Turin. ”

.................. "They are completely surrounded—now there is sea fog and rain around them, and they can't see anything clearly, and the advantage is on our side." ”

Standing on the bridge, Lusen showed a cruel smile on his face, casually threw his sword to the squire behind him, and glanced at Edward Witwood beside him with a somewhat smug gaze: "Do you want to destroy them, or do you want to hide from them?"

Edward could certainly understand what he was saying - confronting the fleet head-on would be a reminder to Turin that the planned surprise attack would no longer exist, and if they were allowed to go around, they might find out the whereabouts of the royal fleet, which would be equally risky.

"Can you wipe them all out?"

"No problem, now the First Fleet of the Vanguard has been assembled and is ready to attack. Lusen nodded, pointed to the right side of the ship, and said, "It's only a matter of a morning to sink them all." ”

"No, I'm talking about 'total annihilation' in the true sense of the word - no one should be left alive. Edward stared at him coldly, "I'm going to keep them all shut." ”

"......" Lusen was silent for a while, and the heir of the Minest family stared at Edward beside him as if he had made up his mind: "Yes, but I also have a condition - the entire fleet, including you, must obey my orders." ”

"If we want to leave no one alive, then we must dispel the idea of using trebuchets and ballistas, and destroy the enemy by broadside battles - there is no more terrible way to fight on the seas than broadside battles. ”

"Either kill them all, or don't go to war - or keep the news from leaking out, or completely shock Barrion and his doglegs. Edward looked at him solemnly.

"Can you guarantee that they won't be able to escape?"

"Unless their ships have wings - then we'll knock them down from the sky!" Lusen raised the corners of his mouth and glared at the herald behind him, "First Fleet, full speed, raise the one-horned flag-!"

"Young Master Lusen, you just said that the unicorn flag was raised?!" The herald was cold, and looked at the scholar-thin young master in front of him dumbfounded: "You, are you planning to ......?"

"Prepare for the broadside battle!" Lu Sien stared at him and read out word by word: "The flagship takes the lead in the charge, full speed ahead, don't you understand?!"

"Clear, understood!"

A blood-red swallowtail unicorn was raised, and a rapid horn suddenly sounded on the sea that had just been silent, and the flagship, which was hung with full sails, no longer returned to its original calm, cleaving the waves on a misty sea, and charging forward like a roaring monster.

The sailors, on the other hand, were all excited, singing excitedly, pulling the reins with all their might, pulling out their scimitars at their waists and assembling them on the deck, staring at the equally blood-red swallowtail flag with red eyes.

There is not a single sailor in the kingdom of Turin who does not know the meaning of this flag - when it is raised, it is time to engage in hand-to-hand combat, when it is time to wash the deck with the blood of the enemy, to sink the enemy's ship into the sea!

The Minestes seldom did such a thing - a ship on the sea was often worth more than the cargo it carried, and the captives were a great fortune.

But because of this, every time this flag is raised for the same reason: revenge.

In the Dominica War, Holard Minest hoisted the blood-colored unicorn flag in the face of the Dominicans who destroyed the Minestrians' fleet - and today, the sailors of the entire royal fleet are for the same reason.

They want revenge, they want to make that self-righteous Berion pay the price, so that he understands that the vengeful wrath of the Mineste family can burn him to ashes completely!

On the sea level shrouded in sea fog, a whole nine huge ships roared and tore through the boiling sea like monsters lurking in the depths of the sea, and launched an attack on the escort fleet of King's Port in a diagonal formation with goose wings.

There was no pause, no signal, not even a declaration of war - the excited sailors widened their scarlet eyes, and even the ballistas on the deck withdrew, turning the huge sea slurry with all their might, and moving at full speed.

The rain was falling in front of his eyes, and Edward couldn't even tell how much distance was left between the two sides, but Lu Sien, who was roaring angrily, had already rushed to the position where the helmsman was standing, clutching the cable next to him, watching the sailors raise their ramming horns, watching the enemy get closer and closer, and the right hand holding the cable even oozed blood.

"Leave no one behind, kill them all-!!!" (To be continued.) )