Unlike the "lively" hills of Marcherus, the Port of Kings was so quiet that the garrison commander who stayed here couldn't help but yawn and sat down in his position with a tired face, not even wanting to look up and take a second look.

Everyone knows that today is the triumphal ceremony of His Royal Highness the little prince Anson Marcherus, and the whole city of Turin has gone to watch, and only he and his 5,000-strong garrison soldiers are doing some "important garrison work" in this empty King's Port—just thinking about this makes the garrison commander sigh.

The King's Harbour Watchtower is the largest of the entire garrison. Rebates from merchants, taxes on cargo ships, and even all sorts of tricks to make a lot of money - but today is Triumph, what fool would be in a place where Triumph wouldn't be today?!

Not to mention the fact that the relationship between Lord Berrion and the Minest family has been very bad lately, and many merchant ships are reluctant to take the route of King's Port, making the already somewhat deserted port even more invisible—and today it is even more empty, not even a bird can be seen.

God knows what the damn guy Gaviet Valens who killed his Grand Master had come up with to Lord Berrion, and if he had to put an entire legion of troops in King's Port, a place where no one could see him, couldn't he think of other "good ideas" so that he wouldn't have to suffer here?

With a vicious sigh, the garrison commander turned his gaze to the empty sea level, still shrouded in sea fog, and muttered inside. Humming a well-known tune: "The bell strikes once a ship enters the port." Knock twice for the return of the fleet. Knock three times when the enemy ship is coming...... The glory of the royal fleet, the blessing of the glorious cross, where the flag is, where Turin is, we have never struck three times......"

"Knock knock......" The rough knock on the door interrupted the garrison commander's self-amusement, and he turned around angrily and shouted: "No matter who is standing outside, get out of here for me!"

"Your faithful squire, and your dear nephew. Master Marco!" A rather clever young man walked in and bent down with a grin, "You won't be upset, will you?"

"If you can't explain it to me in one sentence, I'll be very unhappy!" said the garrison commander, who was already complaining, impatiently: "If you don't let me, I'll let you go back to your hometown in the countryside, and you'll never be allowed to go back to Turin again!"

"There's a ship coming into the harbor, it's just outside—you can see it as long as you go out!" Apparently this threat was more effective than anything else, and the half-frightened squire hurriedly said, not forgetting to "shirk responsibility": "It was the lookout who told me, you can go and ask him!"

"You'd better tell the truth!" the garrison commander snorted, pushed away his nephew and attendant, and walked out, stepping on the steps in the direction of the watchtower, and the clever attendant hurriedly followed. Don't dare to go too far from an inch.

The long staircase bypasses the cascading walls and mountains, and the towering watchtower is at the very top—until the garrison chief pants to climb up. Leaning at the mouth of the fence and looking into the distance, you can indeed see the faint shadow of a ship coming out of the clouds.

"Radiant Cross, there really is a ship?" The garrison commander first muttered to himself in surprise, with a hint of ecstasy on his random face, and beckoned desperately to the little squire: "Go down and get them all ready, there is oil and water here, Radiant Cross bless this ship full of wine from the West Coast and silk from Dominica, ohhahahaha!"

There was not much joy on the squire's face, and he was even a little embarrassed: "This...... I don't mean to interrupt you, but I'm guessing it's not a merchant or cargo ship - you'd better look at its flag. ”

"Flag?" the garrison commander squinted his eyes and stared, "Oh...... Damn, it's the warships of the royal fleet, let them ring the bell quickly, remember to ring it twice - otherwise it will make them unhappy, these masters of the royal fleet!"

Watching the attendants run out, the garrison commander breathed a sigh of relief with a little disappointment - he thought that the oil and water in his hand flew away all of a sudden, and no one could be happy.

But why did the royal fleet appear here, and where did all the idiots in the harbor fleet go? After all, if it weren't for them, they wouldn't have been so unlucky to be arranged for this drudgery, they wouldn't have been shipwrecked or something, right?

While he was still thinking nonsense, in the mist of the sea in the distance, the shadows of several more warships appeared—apparently the first one was the flagship of this fleet. This is also characteristic of the people of Turin, because there are too few good old sailors, so they must concentrate as much as possible on the flagship, and then the flagship will command the entire fleet, or even attack first.

Just as the best veterans of a legion were in the First Banner Regiment, and the highest-ranking Sacred Tree Knight under the Knight Commander was the standard-bearer, the extremely bored garrison commander even began to count the number of warships and guess which royal fleet it was.

One, two, three, four, five...... The garrison commander's eyes were getting bigger and bigger, his pupils contracted violently, he kept trembling, and his body even took several steps back very unnaturally, until he leaned against the wall and did not fall.

On the surface of King's Harbor, warships occupy almost the entire sea level, and the sea breeze passing through the sky seems to be able to hear the flapping of the battle flag.

It's not just one of them, it's the entire royal fleet!

What was it that made the royal fleet suddenly appear in King's Harbor?!

The heavy bell ringing overhead, which made the garrison commander shake all over, swallowed his saliva fiercely and lay on his stomach in advance, his eyes widened, looking at the gathered ships, this is definitely a grand occasion that is rare to see in a lifetime.

It was only during the last Dominica War that the royal fleet was assembled at the same time - it was definitely a scene beyond everyone's imagination, the garrison commander heard his father say more than once, when the left side of the entire fleet was facing the enemy, dozens of warships let out a deafening roar, smoke and fire covered the entire sky, the flames falling from the sky set the sea on fire, and one after another huge ships, like giants, fell down like giants, and then were submerged by the sea, and everything was reduced to nothingness.

And now the scene of the past has actually appeared again...... The trembling garrison commander listened to the bell in his ears, and his eyes widened as he watched as the warships on the sea gave way to the side and were aiming in the direction of King's Harbor!

There was no deafening roar or any terrible vision, only countless flames rose into the air, and half of the sea was covered with billowing smoke, swooping in the direction of the King's Port Fortress!

The loud cracking noise, the soaring water column, the crash of tearing the eardrums, the vibration from the feet - it was like the end of the world, and you could hear the alarming bells!

The flames of death covered the entire King's Harbor, thick smoke and debris filled everywhere, and the garrison commander standing at the top of the watchtower even felt that the whole world was about to collapse, and in not even half an hour, the entire outer fortress of King's Harbor was already in a sea of fire, as if the entire fortress was about to collapse, and the fear was almost from head to toe, and he did not even have the courage to stand up slightly.

When he almost instinctively leaned against the wall and looked at the battleship that was still approaching in the distance, the wide-eyed garrison commander's lips trembled, and he opened his mouth as if he suddenly remembered something.

"The enemy ship is coming! The enemy ship is coming——! ring the bell three times!!!"

Roaring, roaring hoarsely, but finally completely muffled by the billowing smoke and the surrounding explosions, the whole mentally abnormal garrison commander was about to continue shouting, but was dragged out of the top of the watchtower by the attendants who rushed up at the risk of death.

Before they could run far, more than a dozen all-metal heavy crossbow arrows hit the position just now almost simultaneously, smashing the entire watchtower to smithereens in an instant!

"The fortress of the port is garrisoned by at least a whole legion. Lu Sien on the flagship frowned: "We just caught them off guard, and when they reacted, we will start to fight back." ”

"Then attack before they counterattack, and then take King's Port. Edward slowly pulled out the bright star on his waist: "How is it, Your Excellency the Commander of the Royal Fleet." ”

"If you attack it, the casualties will be very heavy - this is not a commercial port like Bright Star City or Seahorse Harbor, King's Harbor has been a coastal fortress to resist attacks since the day it was built!" Lu Sien's expression was ugly: "Not to mention a ballista, even if hundreds of barrels of ignition agent explode at the same time, it can only hurt its skin!"

"So ......"

"Even if it's just a tentative attack, it's not surprising that hundreds of people are killed or injured at once. ”

"What if a thousand people die? It is everyone's mission to survive, and our mission is to win!" Edward's expression became solemn for the first time: "Have confidence?"

"King's Port is impregnable. Lu Sien seemed to be talking to himself, and his eyes must be firm: "But the royal fleet is invincible!"

"Blow the trumpet of attack, the First Fleet is ready to attack, ready to land!" the black-haired knight shouted with his sword raised, "For the Radiant Cross, for Anson Marcherus ——!"

On the sea, on deck...... The shouts of the mountains and the tsunami resounded, and the heavily armed knights roared feverishly, so that only their voices were left over the whole King's Port, and only their shouts remained:

"Take the ——!!!! of King's Port" (To be continued.) )

PS: Because I was addicted to Black Souls 3, I hung up thousands of times and couldn't extricate myself, so much so that I forgot to update it yesterday. The repentant empty space is here to remind all good boys with excellent character and learning and good uncles with successful careers, as well as all the cute girls and royal sisters who read this book, want to be rich, play less games and read more books