Realm of Power

The white surrender flag hung lifelessly on the top of the highest tower in the calm Barola Port, indicating that the city had changed hands. A transport ship full of soldiers entered the port under the escort of thirty Dragon Tooth warships and took over. Port facilities, all port soldiers are concentrated, in Realizing that the resistance was hopeless, the city's top leader, the Marquis of Palouse, chose to surrender. The imperial fleet parked on the sea and showed off its momentum, quickly dispatched marine infantry to take over the city, suppress the chaos caused by the riots in the city, and control the entire city. By the time everything calmed down, it was already afternoon.

The Marquis of Palouse, who was waiting for his resignation, squatted alone in the office where he was imprisoned. With a calm expression, he took out some letters and carefully threw them into the stove in front of him. He watched the letters quickly turn black, crack, and turn into Gray, Palus's eyes revealed a hint of relaxation,

These letters are all private letters, and the valuable documents have long been taken away by the Falcon Army.

The other party wanted information about the city's ports, and Palus had already prepared it in advance. As expected, the other party did not attach much importance to the personal letters in the office drawer. Palus expressed his gratitude for this.

The Imperial Military Affairs Ministry has already sealed off the affairs of the Imperial Navy, so no substantive secret documents have been issued. On the contrary, the private letters of some colleagues who are still working hard for the restoration of the Imperial Navy can better reflect the situation on the solid ice. Gang Fei, who still didn't choose to give up, showed the movements of the navy!

For example, in one of the recent letters, one of his colleagues excitedly mentioned the Strand Sea Kingdom's assistance in the reconstruction of the Imperial Navy, and also proposed the reconstruction steps in more detail. The Strand Sea Council would first allocate thirty large warships to the Empire as a basis. Within one to two years, in the inland sea area controlled by the Strand people. The Imperial Navy can get assistance from the inland sea countries. In order to avoid the harassment of the Falcon Empire, the empire's 110 warships will be delivered to these inland sea countries for construction, involving a sum of up to 17 million, which is also impossible for other inland sea countries. The rejected order was also one of the sudden changes in attitude of the Inland Sea countries. Although the prospect of trading with the Falcon Empire was good, it was not better to get money directly. And there is no need to offend the Strand people, the overlords of the Inland Sea. As for who will win the final victory in this war, it will not have a great impact on the Inland Sea countries.

Throwing the last letter in his hand into the stove, Palus secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up calmly, and adjusted his navy uniform up and down. With an extremely serious look on his face, the figure who was over fifty years old slightly performed a naval military salute towards the burning stove. This may be the last time he saluted as a non-naval officer.

The Falcon Empire is famous for its brutality. I heard that most of the captured officers will be executed.

"I hope they can keep their promise and basically do what they promised." He agreed to surrender in order to save the city. The other party readily agreed. The number of troops entering the city was not large, about four thousand, and there was no sign of disturbance. The reputation that he had cherished his whole life was ruined. But the base camp of the Imperial Navy was saved,

port. dock. Shipyard, when Palus thought of this, his eyes sparkled,

As long as these are still there, there is still hope for the Imperial Navy. I only hope that one day, the flag of the Imperial Navy will be raised from here again. At that time, even if you can't see it, you will still smile!

The last salute is to the country that is suffering from disaster, to the young and tenacious little emperor, to the colleagues who are still working hard in the difficult situation, and to the Imperial Navy in the darkness waiting for the rebirth of flames!

"Tata!" There was a burst of messy footsteps outside. A Falcon Navy officer opened his door with a team of soldiers

"Is it Mr. Palouse?" The young officer looked at him with an unfriendly expression.

"Yes! I am Parus!" Parus looked at all the letters burned to ashes, made final preparations, turned around and nodded and said,

"What are you doing?" The officer looked at the flames in the stove with cold eyes and frowned slightly.

"Some personal letters!" Palus said without blinking.

"This is suspected of violating the rules! Your Excellency!" The young officer's tone was a little angry. Regarding the negligence of the previous search, he finally chose to remain silent. He hoped that this was some ordinary letter! The young officer withdrew his gaze and waved his hand behind him, "Come here, please come with us!"

"Where to go? If it's an execution, there won't be so much trouble. Let's handle it here!" Palus added a few more dry firewood to the fireplace without saying a word, and patted the ashes on his body. Very good, they were all burned out. , you can go on the road with peace of mind! You might be able to see something delightful in the heaven above!

"Execution? We don't have such a tradition! Someone from above wants to see you!"

The Falcon Navy officer was not interested in Parus' indifference. He made a gesture, and the soldiers behind him immediately came over with murderous intent. Under the escort of more than a dozen Falcon Empire soldiers, Parus walked towards the dock. There is a huge fleet in the port, and the entire port is lined with soldiers, wearing black armor. Carrying the rumored curved crossbow on his back, wooden barrels filled with clean water, grain, and vegetables were lifted from the port warehouse onto the ship deck by large wheeled cranes like long-armed giants, and the ships entered the port. There are more than 50 ships in the group, and on the sea, there are still some Falcon Empire warships that have not moved.

"My Port Barora! Your enemies are plundering!"

Palus's face became very solemn. Such a large number of fleets must be the main force of the Falcon Empire's navy. According to the Strand people's understanding of this sea area, it is impossible for them to be completely ignorant of this, but from the beginning Tail, the Strand Navy seems to have evaporated from the world. Why is this happening? Could it be that the entire southern coast of Congo and Africa has become a strategic abandonment? But this is Barola. Barola has enough supplies and all the equipment to support the enemy's continued march north. The Falcon Empire's acquisition of this place is equivalent to opening the door to the southern coast of Congo. It's really abominable. Who are the Strand people? What's the plan? "As Palus walked, he clenched his hands into fists. His fingers dug into his palms, and it hurt so much!

Just then. The person in front suddenly stopped, and the escorting officer saluted another officer in front who seemed to have a higher status, "Sir, I've brought you here!"

"Well, thank you for your hard work. Come on down!" The officer nodded.

At the stage entrance of the huge Dragon-class battleship, a Falcon Navy officer who seemed to have a higher status took over the task of escorting Parus, leading four guards to send him to the deck above the battleship, where he was. General Paluska, a young man wearing the uniform of a Falcon Empire navy general, was saying something to an adjutant next to him.

The young man looks very handsome. He wears a straight black navy uniform. He has an aristocratic temperament and a toughness that is tempered by years of life at sea. This is it! Commander-in-Chief of the Falcon Empire Navy, Dustrun Kai! Palus's pupils tightened unnaturally. As a senior officer of the Gangfei Navy, how could he forget to cut off the strength of the entire Gangfei Navy. The enemy naval commander who was driven into endless hell with one blow,

The Empire's North Sea Navy was almost completely destroyed in his hands, and three-quarters of the Empire's Southern Navy was lost in the battle. His achievements were unbelievably brilliant. He was only thirty years old, and he was already the number one navy in the world. Among the opponents of the Falcon Empire Navy, this good-looking young man has a nickname that makes people laugh.

"Naval Slayer Dustronkai!"

It is said that more than a thousand battleships were destroyed in his hands! A thousand ships,

Even a mature man like Palus felt horrified. What kind of concept was that? A battleship armed to the teeth. It is not a sampan on the sea with a sailor of no more than thirty, nor is it a large merchant ship with fifty people. It is a battleship, and no country will be stingy about stuffing people on it. Even if the smallest assault ship has a full complement of 120 people, 1,000 ships will equal 120,000 people!

In front of him, there is such a demon who sent 120,000 innocent souls into the depths of the sea. Palus raised his eyebrows and had a bad feeling. This demon wants to see me? Trying to suppress his inner confusion, he saw a young man in black uniform walking towards him. Beads of sweat appeared on Parus' forehead.

"Your Excellency is the guardian of Balora?"

Dostronkai stopped, looked up and down, stretched out a hand to him, and said in a solemn voice, "I know it is difficult to make the decision to surrender. Your courage to make sacrifices to protect the city and its residents is amazing." Admiration, I am glad that we can have the same idea. Our goal is to occupy the southern coast, not to destroy it. The bombardment of Barola is not in line with our combat goals! It is not our habit to kill civilians!”

"Killing civilians is not a habit. What an interesting statement. When you say this, the tens of thousands of innocent souls in Kyoto who died under the bombardment of your fleet last year will also cry!" Palus rolled his eyes disdainfully and said calmly.

"Presumptuous! Are you looking for death when you speak in such a tone?" The officer standing behind angrily pulled out the gleaming sword from his waist, and placed the cold and biting blade on Parus' neck. As long as Dus With one look from Trenkai, Parus' head will detach from his body.

"Do it, I don't want to live anymore!"

Palus didn't know where the courage came from, and his eyes widened with anger. As a member of the Imperial Navy, looking at the navy that has almost been expelled, no one would feel good. When the Imperial Southern Navy was ordered to go north, The sails of the battleship covered the sky and the sun, and the young fleet admirals were all so high-spirited.

Palus was left at the base camp because he was too old and unwell. The other admirals were full of longings for going north. At the banquet before the fleet set off, thousands of people raised their glasses in unison and sang the Gangfei Navy military song "Lang Fei". "Son of the Son" shook the ceiling of the hall and lingered in the air. In the battle in the waters of Kyoto, the Southern Navy was in a disadvantageous position and suffered defeat after defeat. Even the Imperial Kyoto was poisoned by the enemy fleet, and the entire Imperial Navy became a laughing stock.

Those cheerful faces have sunk into the depths of the sea, sleeping with their beloved battleships, never to come back again.

Tens of thousands of navy elites were killed in battle, not only leaving the navy in name only, but also leaving behind wailing women, children, and children all over the city. The empire gave up on the navy and also gave up on Barola, with only old men like Parus still holding on! The past time disappeared like smoke and could only be seen again when I dreamed back at midnight. The empire issued a sea closure order. The once prosperous port gradually became sparse with ships. The sea with cruising warships became a world of fishing boats. Parus sometimes really wished that Die overnight, die in that dream, never wake up, if you really die like this. Parus might really die with a smile and die in the navy's base camp. Died in the place where he and his colleagues dream about each other

"What are you doing? Put your weapons away!" Dostelenko's warm-faced officer waved his hand and smiled bitterly. "That's what war is like. Sometimes you have to do it! Your Excellency is indeed a strong man. This time I invite you here because of one thing. We just Arriving at the southern coast of Congo, there are many misunderstandings about us here. Moreover, we believe that you have been guarding the Port of Barola for a long time. If you change it temporarily, it will cause unnecessary panic. What we need is a stable Port of Barola, and this Only you can do it"

"Of course, you can refuse, in that case. We will just take other measures!" Dostelenko said with a slightly cold face, "We are soldiers. When necessary, we can only use military means to solve this problem. I believe You don’t want to see this either!”

"You devil!"

Palus's eyes were filled with fine bloodshot eyes as he stared at Dostronkai in front of him, clenching his hands into fists. His body was shaking with anger,

If you choose to surrender, your reputation will be ruined. If you help the Falcon Empire to manage Barola, you will be a true traitor!

But the situation in front of him made him unable to refuse, and the other party's words were not empty threats. Rumors about the cruelty of the Falcon Empire are not uncommon in Obarro, and it is said that in the north of Obarro. The Gallic Empire under the iron heel of the Falcon Empire had tens of millions of people slaughtered. In order to absolutely control the city, the other side would definitely use violent methods.

As a last resort, Palus chose to agree and took the first step towards decadence.

After ordering people to send off the strong-willed Admiral Gangfi, Dostelenko stayed on the deck for a while and then returned to his lounge.

He rubbed his swollen temples with both hands, relaxed his body and leaned on the bench, closed his eyes, and heard the sound of the sea lapping against the side of the ship. For this attack, the Imperial Navy set out from Lombard Island and secretly traveled north for nearly a hundred years. , and then reached the outside of Barola Port in a vertical line. The battle was relatively successful, and control of the city was obtained without a single shot.

Of course, the pirate leader who surrendered was indispensable. It was the pirate leader who provided the fastest route. It was also the pirate leader who explained in detail the defensive weaknesses of Barola Port. The defense officer of Barola was the Marquis of Palus of the Confederate Navy, a The old man who is too cautious and sentimental, lacks decisiveness, is too emotional, and the garrisoned fleet can only There are more than a dozen small warships, but they are still in disrepair for a long time, and the ships are full of holes. On the contrary, the opponent's dock facilities are quite complete. As the base camp of the former Congolese Southern Navy, those idle docks only need to tear off the seals. It can be used immediately. If a certain amount of pressure is exerted, the opponent will definitely choose to surrender according to his character. . . . . . . The success of Barola's surprise attack proved the value of this pirate leader. No admiral of the naval squadron showed dissatisfaction with their regard for this pirate leader.

Then, the next step of the plan can be implemented! Who is the fish? Who is the bait? It won't be long before we find out. Dostelenko stood up from his chair, opened the drawer on the table, glanced at the secret letter inside, hesitated for a moment, and shouted out the door, "Here comes someone!"

"Commander" an attendant pushed the door in from outside.

The sea 20 miles outside Barola Port in the dark night

A small assault ship with round sails was carefully turning out from the side of an island. On the bow of the assault ship was the statue of Poseidon. A young man with a hood was standing there, holding a long tube in his hand. The second-generation lookout glass looks towards the Barora Port in the distance.

"Wow"

The bow of the ship squeezed the water, like a sharp knife cutting through it. White waves rolled to both sides. The assault ship's sails were lowered. The speed was not very fast. It was almost gliding on the sea, silently. The entire assault ship had no lights. , all the outer side decks were dyed black. On the dark sea, it looked like an unnoticed dark ghost. Even if it entered the range of 50 meters, it might not be visible.

"Captain, can this thing in the Falcon Navy really see Barola 20 miles away at a glance?" A sailor curiously asked the young man holding a lookout glass in front of him.

"What do you know, what is this thing called? This is a observation mirror! It's a treasure that you can't buy on the black market! Even in the Falcon Empire's navy, only senior officers above the squadron admiral level have it." The young man looked Dissatisfied, he put down the observation glass. The surface of the observation glass in his hand was decorated with complicated decorative patterns. In some places, there were It is gilded with gold and looks much better as a decoration than a combat tool. In fact, it is indeed a kind of decoration. When the Falcon Empire and the Strand Sea Kingdom entered into an alliance, it was given as a gift at the request of the Strand Sea Kingdom. Three second-generation observation scopes were given to the Strand people. The Strand people regarded these three observation scopes as the highest level combat equipment.

"Captain, look, there seems to be light somewhere."

The sailor suddenly pointed at the dark sea in the distance and shouted, that was the direction of Barola. Sure enough, there were a few faint bright spots. The young man quickly raised the lookout glass and looked in the direction of the sailor's finger. Three items were displayed. The fire in the word lasted for less than ten minutes and then quickly extinguished.

"Sail up, we can go back. The Falcon Navy has arrived at Barola and will soon move north. They will never think that everything is under our control." The young man put down the lookout glass in his hand and smashed it with unfulfilled intentions. Smash your mouth, a sly and fierce light appears in your eyes