Sir, I see that there are still ships moored at the Crescent City Harbor, so we might as well go there and grab them." Claire suggested.

Naland looked at him with a puzzled look: "Snatch the ship?"

Claire said: "I just saw that there were many ships parked at the port, and I didn't see any army guarding it. It was enough for us to board the ship. As long as we send some troops to closely monitor the movements of the other party on the shore and control the ships before they intercepted, we could rush back to the camp."

This is almost the only way.

However, Naland was already scared by the other party and said suspiciously: "Will they parked there on purpose?"

Claire was silent for a while and smiled bitterly: "Maybe, we have been controlled by each other since the beginning of the war. If they can plan the war to this extent and make such a trap that forces us to jump, I will be convinced."

Naland also sighed with grief, "Yes, we have a choice. As I wait like this, I would rather take a risk as the camp falls into crisis!"

"Please decide!" Claire bent over.

Naland pointed to the crescent moon and ordered: "The whole army took the crescent moon port directly and seized the ship!"

Two elite legions set off again toward Crescent City. Nalander looked back at the fierce battle situation in the Niam River and said secretly: "Sir Gao Shilanden, let's all settle for your destiny!"

The situation went smoother than expected.

The two legions led by Nalander came to the Crescent City again. This time their target was the port, and they had no danger to the port that was only one thousand meters away from Crescent City. There were hundreds of ten-masted wooden ships moored on the river surface. One such ship could plant hundreds of people, and it was more than enough to hold two legions. However, since the appearance of the armored ships, they have gradually withdrawn from the historical stage of the warships and changed to transport ships.

Only a rare sergeant was guarding the port. Seeing Naland leading the cavalry toward the saintly fire, she wanted her parents to have two more legs and run without a trace.

Naland ordered the White Robe Legion to break the rear and let the Blood Robe Legion cavalry board the ship as soon as possible.

It took at least half an hour for these tens of thousands of people to board the ship, and they couldn't come even if they were anxious. Naland let the White-robed Legion occupy the entire port and form a tight line of defense to aim at the Crescent City. He made up his mind if the "ambusters" in the Crescent City came out to attack, he would block them even if he died with the White-robed Legion and gain time for the Golden-robed Legion to board the ship.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Naland stared at the door of the Crescent City. Cold sweat broke out in his palm. Claire said that at least tens of thousands of soldiers were hidden in the other city. If he really came out in full swing, it would be a fierce battle.

He was both nervous and vaguely expecting. Deep down, he actually hoped that the other party would really come out. He had had enough of the war led by the other party by his nose. A bloody fight was more enjoyable than waiting for the other party to take action. He defeated the defeat. At least he was very happy. He was definitely not as frustrated as he is now.

However, this situation has never happened. The black hole is like a black hole that cannot be seen clearly, and the other party’s true intentions cannot be seen clearly.

Up the city tower.

Yang Zheng naturally saw the smoke and dust in the port, rows of solemn cavalry standing in a row.

He was not completely worried. The officials around him were even worse, and they couldn't stop sweating. This was really an extremely risky move. If the other party suddenly changed his attention and led the more than 10,000 elite cavalry to attack the unprepared Crescent City, perhaps history would be rewritten.

In fact, war can really be reversed by just a small factor.

Naland did not attack.

His character determines all this, and in the face of the emergency of the North Shore, it is even more impossible for Naland to launch a blind attack.

It would be hard to say if it was Pariado. Unfortunately, Pariado's head was hung on a high pole by Yang Zheng, looking at all this in front of him sadly.

Yang Zheng saw that there were fewer and fewer cavalrymen on the shore, and his cold smile on the corners of his mouth became stronger and stronger.

All the golden robes were boarding the ship. Naland was struggling for the last time. All of this went smoothly like a living conspiracy. Claire stood on the bow of the ship and waved to him. Nalander took a last look at Crescent City and made the most wrong decision in his life: "Back to the ship!"

The White-robed Legion also boarded the ships at the port one after another.

A total of two hundred ten-masted ships slowly left the shore and headed towards the north shore. Standing on the city tower and watching all this, the official Chaolan breathed a sigh of relief. It was really bad that it could be destroyed at any time.

Yang Zheng waved the glass of wine he had been holding in his hand to the fleet leaving far away, as if he had bid farewell!

He knew that there was no suspense when the war came here.

Naland led two hundred ten-masted ships to break the wind and cut the waves, increasing the speed

At the limit, the red clouds over the north shore kept reminding them: "Accelerate!"

"Report to the master, we found that there was a lot of tinder oil at the bottom of the bilge!" A crew member who inspected the ship came up to report.

"Tube oil!" Naland didn't care much. Tube oil is a living thing and is used by ordinary people at home. It is not surprising that lit tincture oil is as big as a city in Crescent City.

But he didn't know that people in every ship found bulwark oil at the bottom of the bilge, and the number was not large or small. However, the officers on each ship also held this mentality and didn't care much, and they didn't expect to inform Naland that if Naland knew that there were bulwark oil on two hundred ships, he might have thought of more.

The fleet reached the center of the river.

Suddenly, three hundred black saxony monsters rushed out of the thick fog around the river, which were three hundred armored ships.

As soon as he saw these monsters on the water, Naland felt a little cold and was still trapped. He stepped into the almost obvious trap of the other party, but he couldn't blame others.

Claire said right: From the beginning of the war, we were controlled by the other party. If they could plan the war to this level and make such a trap that forces us to jump, I will be convinced!

Naland was convinced.

The only thing he dissatisfied with and hated was why the intelligence was so inaccurate and what bullshit data were provided by the intelligence officials!

There are tens of thousands of ambushers in Crescent City, a large number of armored ships that can hold up Gao Shilanden on the Niam River, and mysterious troops that are incredible enough to defeat the North Shore Camp to send the highest level of helping signal. Of course, there are hundreds of malicious armored ships in front of you.

How could such a huge army miss the eyes of the group of people in the intelligence department of the Holy Fire Army?

Brando, who had the same doubts as Naland, made the two of them gritted their teeth at the same time take the biggest blame, because the information that Duy did not collect in this serial planner was just Yule's surprise soldier!

In the middle of the Niam River, those armored ships that were eyeing each other did not approach. They were wandering around the periphery. Suddenly, a rocket shot into the river and a fire dragon hovered up.

The head of an iron-armored ship was sent from the beginning, Basda, the commander of the Chaolan Shui Army, looked at the two hundred ten-masted ships surrounded by fire dragons, and bowed devoutly to the direction of Crescent City, sighing: "Mr. Supervisor is a god! Everything is in his control, and the children of the Holy Fire Army are indeed here!"

Suddenly, countless hurricanes rolled up with water waves, and even broke the fire dragons made of countless tincture oil, and ten mast ships rushed in.

"Good guy, I'll let you rush over today. Basda is ashamed of the tens of millions of people in Chaolan!"

Basda ordered everyone to use the Rockets!

This rocket was a secret weapon specially made by Yang Zheng for this ambush. The javelin with a thick arm was placed on an iron-frame bow that required ten strong men to pull. The head of the javelin was placed with a gunpowder tank and took the bottom cabin of the ten-masted ship.

Swallow!

The thick javelin came and thundered the outer body of the ten-masted ship and was deeply embedded in the cabin.

Of course, Basdad and others had known in advance which part of the bottom cabin of the ten-mast ship had tinder oil. These ships were from their way to Languo, and every soldier was more familiar with the structure of this ship than the Holy Fire Army.

The gunpowder tank on the javelin head exploded after a violent impact, quickly igniting the turbulence in the bottom cabin.

With a series of muffled sounds, dozens of winning ten-masted ships ignited a bellow to light up. The wooden ship was blew by the strong wind on the river and burned faster. In the blink of an eye, the ship was filled with the officers and soldiers of the Holy Fire crying for their parents.

Since Basda became the commander of Chaolan, he has never been so happy!

He yelled, shot, and shot the bitch to death.

More rockets shot out, and more arrows burned in ten-mast ships. These most elite soldiers of the Holy Fire Army had only one skill in the vast river surface, but could not play it out, and struggled to die between fire and water.

Only then did Naland realize that all the ships were harboring tinctures and were plotted again, so he should have known it long ago!

He smiled suddenly, watched a rocket shoot towards him, piercing through the ship under his feet, and then the flames soaring into the sky.

The boat was running and shouting, full of despair: "Sir, we...we can't escape!"

Naland gently pulled out the sword from his waist and gently stroked Yinliang's sword body. This silver sword has accompanied him for thirty years. There have been many ups and downs, and today has finally come to an end...

Goodbye, brother!
Chapter completed!