Dalue, the headquarters of Rock Castle.

"Against the war!"

"Foreigners get out!"

A large number of people would gather outside the station every day, holding slogans and banners, and some people would paint anti-war words on their bodies and clothes.

The situation is becoming increasingly clear, and the residents of Dalue also realize that there may be a conflict between two foreign armies on their own country's land. The once neat land will turn into a scorched earth at some point.

Posen stood on a sentry post, observing the sea of ​​​​people with his binoculars, listening to the calls for peace everywhere in the air.

There was a whole company of soldiers confronting the local residents in front of the station.

The deputy captain climbed up to the sentry post with gauze wrapped around his head and wiped his face with a towel after coming up.

"No, we can't get out at all. They threw stones and eggs at us."

"Then don't go out."

Pousin listened to the report without changing his expression. He put down the telescope and leaned against the wooden stake with his eyes closed to relax.

The noise outside ended before noon, and the anti-war people also complained that they were tired and ate and rested in place.

The soldiers at the garrison must be on alert. As the conflict becomes increasingly intensified, the residents of Da Le may attack the garrison at some point. This is something that the senior officials of both sides do not want to see.

Da Le's side tried to mediate the relationship between the two big countries, but unfortunately, it was of no use at all. No one would listen to the suggestions of a weak country like them.

Dalue's top management has already made harsh words. If both sides really intend to go to war in their own countries, then their own military can only choose to defend their own country.

Poussen hadn't received a letter from Bella for a long time. He was also worried about the safety of his wife and children. Little did he know that Bella was the same.

The latest intelligence shows that Taihui is not using its army except for daily exercises. They have sent fifteen warships in an attempt to control Da Le's territorial waters. A fleet of fifteen warships has already set sail.

Calculated based on the distance, the fleet can be seen on the sea level on the day the intelligence is delivered, or two days at the latest.

From the initial killing of King Taihui to today, there has been constant friction between the two sides, but neither side has officially declared war. It is estimated that they are still in the stage of gathering intelligence.

Taihui's confidentiality work is very good, and very little information has been circulated.

"Boss! Boss!"

The veteran held his ears and shouted at the sentry post.

Pusen opened his eyes and looked down. The veteran opened his palms and waved them wildly.

"Boss, come quickly, it's on the west side."

Seeing the panic on the veteran's face, Pusen realized that something was wrong. He quickly rushed off the guard post and sped towards the west of the station as fast as he could.

The deputy captain slowly climbed down and asked the veteran: "What's going on?"

The veteran gasped in panic, pointed to the west direction of the station and said: "To the west, on the sea, warships, fleets, a fleet I have never seen before."

The vice-captain pulled the veteran to follow Pusen. On the way, the vice-captain thought about this mysterious fleet.

"Isn't that right? Tai Hui's fleet should appear in the east? When did they come to the west? Did they go in a circle? How many ships are there in total?"

"There are only four ships that can be seen, which is quite a few."

We trotted all the way to the west of the station. There were already many people here. The commander of the station grabbed his telescope and observed the four blurry shadows on the sea level.

The ships have the same appearance and size, but the flags flying on them are temporarily unrecognizable.

While watching, the commander ordered his officers: "Send our ships out and tell them that this is a controlled area."

The four ships in the distance are switching sides, lined up in a row, with all bows facing the west.

The veteran asked blankly: "What are you doing? Are they leaving?"

The commander immediately put down his telescope, pointed at the inside of the station and shouted: "Retreat! Leave the shore!"

Many people did not respond to this order. Poussen had already seen thick smoke appearing on a ship.

On fire?

he thought.

But what happened next disrupted his thoughts. A shell flew past with a scream and exploded on a house in the station. Half of the house was gone in an instant, causing flying sand all over the sky.

, the remainder of the house cannot support the structure and is collapsing.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Someone yelled in panic, and the soldiers who gathered here quickly retreated.

Continuous smoke rose from the ships, and shells destroyed buildings everywhere.

Pusen retreated with the other soldiers. He ran a few steps and jumped into a sunken area, pulling the deputy captain in by the way.

The veteran ran past their depression. Pusen stood up and caught up with the veteran and dragged him back forcefully.

Posen yelled at the others: "Get down!"

The shells poured down, and a soldier was hit head-on. The soldier instantly turned into a red mist.

Pu Sen was lying on the concave ground, grabbing randomly with both hands, trying to save a few more.

The firepower density of these four warships is frighteningly high. Judging from the sound, there are at least six artillery pieces on each warship.

Under the endless bombing, the station is slowly changing, and the terrain here is also changing, and Pusen knows through calculations that the opponent's fire gap is less than thirty seconds.

When a shell exploded, giving them a rare moment of respite. This time they looked up and saw that no one was standing here anymore.

The veteran asked at the top of his lungs: "What should we do?"

"wait!"

After replying one word, Pusen observed the situation keenly. The four ships in the distance were half covered by smoke. The ground around him was full of craters. The outer wall of the station was also collapsed. A certain soldier lay wailing in the ruins.

more than.

Pusen rushed out of the depression and rushed towards the helpless and shouting soldiers, trying every means to push away the wall that was pressing the soldiers' legs.

The surrounding area was covered with falling dust, and wherever it was hit by cannonballs, black marks would be left, mixed with rising flames.

Many people who were hiding like Posen slowly came out at this moment, searching for survivors around them.

Pousin propped up the wall and carried the soldier with blurred legs out of the wall, and got him to a safe area.

"Do we have cannons here?"

Poussin asked the officers at the station.

Before getting an answer, smoke appeared on those ships again.

"Avoid the gun! Avoid the gun!"

He waved his arms, beckoning others to avoid the artillery fire, but he himself had already jumped into a crater first.

The shelling started again. The Guards had only used artillery to hit others, and this was the first time they were bombed. The feeling was quite unpleasant.

The continued bombardment stirred up people's fragile nerves, and some soldiers were already screaming heart-rendingly because they couldn't bear the torture. There were always those who were unlucky, and even if they hid in the sunken ground, they would not be able to survive.

The station commander mistakenly placed the main force to the east. He just wanted to go there to deal with the ground threat and showed himself to Tai Hui as if he was ready.

Unexpectedly, Taihui's army did not play tricks at all and started fighting without declaring it. They attacked from behind with warships as soon as they came up.

After the fourth round of shelling, Pusen's body was covered with dust. As soon as he stood up, he saw several artillery pieces being slowly pushed out from the dust and mist leading to the station.

The leading officer shouted: "Sink those broken boats for me!"

Posen cleared a depression and called to the gunner: "Get the gun here."

The gunner did not listen to Poussen's words, and the leading officer did not pay attention at all. He directed the artillery team to fire.

After all, we are not on our own territory, and we are not artillerymen ourselves, so it is normal for us to be ignored.

He could only treat the cleared area as his own shelter, lie down inside, and observe with his eyes exposed.

A gunner looked at his commander in embarrassment.

"The distance is too far, beyond the range."

He received a scolding from the officer: "Why do you care about the range? Use the longest range to shoot!"

The artilleryman worked hard to adjust the muzzle, and the officer raised his arm.

"Get ready! Fire!"

Several neat roars made people's ears numb.

Pusen stared at the sea. In front of the four enemy ships, there were a lot of waves and ripples. A salvo of fire did not cause any damage to the opponent.

"Reload!"

The loader took a few steps to bring in the shells, and the next step was to reload the artillery.

Before the new shells were loaded, the shells from the enemy ships had already flown over the sea and hit the rear of the artillery team.

The flying rocks hit the two gunners, causing them to fall to the ground.

The officer reacted immediately and made adjustments immediately.

"They're testing fire! Move! Move!"

It was obviously too late to move. The opponent's artillery shells seemed to have eyes. More than twenty shells fell on the small artillery position at the same time.

Three artillery pieces were disabled, a few shells were detonated, and after the horrifying sonic boom, none of the nearby gunners survived.
Chapter completed!