Dalton stepped on the top of the blood-soaked city wall and moved forward slowly.
The Yage defenders felt that what they were facing was a war knife coming from their faces. This knife had only a blade and no back, so it would only move forward, either cutting off the enemy or breaking itself. The sharp edge stung everyone's eyes and crushed all their courage.
They retreated crazily, and for a while no one dared to step forward to stop the young black-haired officer.
Dalton tore off the Jager flag on the city wall and threw it into the vast sea. With his left hand, he took out the military flag stuffed into his arms, and with a flick of his wrist, the dark red cross sword and rose flag replaced Jager's white double sword flag and unfolded on the city wall.
The sea wind was blowing, and the Roland soldiers on the warship and the flying bridge clearly saw the sacred imperial flag.
After a short period of stagnation, Roland's soldiers reacted earlier than the Yagers. The moment the imperial flag was planted on the enemy's position, the Roland people on the battlefield cheered and their morale was boosted. The shaking of the flying bridge and the attack of the enemy suddenly became less scary.
Shouting "God Save the Queen", the soldiers surged forward and began a fierce battle with the enemy for control of the sea wall.
"General, retreat first!"
More and more Roland people rushed from the flying bridge to the sea wall, and the Jager knights gathered around Andret, saying anxiously.
Andrett's face was ugly, and he raised his gun to aim at the unstoppable black-haired officer.
The sound of gunfire was drowned out by the roar of the battlefield, and the choking smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood erupted at the same time. Amid the exclamation of the surrounding guards, Andrete lost all color on his face, clenched his back molars, and endured the intense pain. He pinched his right arm in pain.
Across most of the city wall, the adjutant who had just climbed up the wall moved his gun and aimed at the next person.
"Walk!"
Andrete gave the order unwillingly.
Dalton's best musketeers joined the fray, and their last hope was lost. The retreat horn sounded on the triangular fort, and Yager's soldiers retreated in a hurry, pushing and squeezing through the suspension bridge connecting the triangular fort with the inner city.
Dalton, who was walking on the city wall stepping on blood and corpses, raised his gun and shot precisely the Yager soldiers who controlled the winch at the gate of the Triangle Fort.
The control of the city gate fell into Roland's control.
Accompanied by the sound of the iron chain turning, the triangular fort faced the front of the land, and the city gate slowly rose upwards.
The long-awaited Roland Army screamed and swarmed into the most important military building of Fort Saint-Cyr.
In the deafening roar, a goshawk hovering in the sky folded its wings and swooped down. Dalton stood in the sea breeze and raised his arms. The goshawk stopped on his arm, and he tied a concise battle report written before the start of the battle to the eagle's talons.
"Go ahead and tell her."
Dalton sent the goshawk off and watched it fly into the sky.
"The Battle of Senglai Island is over."
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War is a quagmire.
As Andréte's appeal letters continued to spread, the people in the free commercial city became more and more convinced of this.
The consuls gathered on the "San Marco" command ship, and John VI made a request, hoping that the free commercial city would deploy a fleet to cooperate with Jager to break through the naval blockade of the Root Empire and go to rescue Senglai Island Andret.
Hearing that John VI opened his mouth as a matter of course, and was about to row more than 30 warships from the free commercial fleet at once, the faces of the consuls almost twisted on the spot.
Shit!
The besieged Senglai Island is not the territory of their free commercial city!
Suppressing the curse in their hearts with the utmost patience, the consuls negotiated with John VI tactfully. In view of the alliance between the two parties and the importance of Senglei Island, the Alliance of Commercial Cities is willing to cooperate with Yager to support Senglei Island, but the free commercial city is now under the pressure of the Root Empire Navy. Once too many warships are transferred, It is likely to give the Root Empire a chance to sneak attack...
The most important point is that the consuls did not say it.
—Who can guarantee that these 30 warships will not be used as cannon fodder to attract firepower when they break through the blockade of Roland and Root with the Yager fleet
With John VI's character so bad that the devils in hell would bow down, he can definitely do this kind of thing.
John VI became gloomy for a moment, and just as he was about to interrupt the prevarications of the consuls, a messenger quickly walked in.
This is a letter from Sengley Island.
After hastily browsing through the letters, John VI kicked over the table in front of him in a rage, and cursed in the room, not only scolding Queen Roland and her lowly officers, but also scolding Andréte as well. .
The consuls exchanged glances quickly, guessing what was going on.
They don't need to feel sorry for the thirty warships anymore, but they can't feel relaxed about it. because-
Sengley Island is lost.
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There was no smile on the queen's beautiful and delicate face, and there was a letter and a stack of secret reports just sent from Sengley Island on the left.
"You all know?"
She asked in a low and calm voice, without any emotion.
The faces of the officials in this room became paler and paler. Except for a few, the rest of them bowed their heads deeply, not daring to meet the queen's gaze.
"It's amazing, gentlemen." The queen pointed her fingers at the table and made a light "tuk-tuk-tuk" sound like an owl knocking on wood, and the sound fell to the ears of others like thunder, "When our soldiers are on the front line What are you doing when you are living and dying? Obstructing the transportation of food, obstructing the dispatch of gunpowder? You are not small, are you?"
No one dared to speak.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer was one of the few who dared to hold his head up. He looked coldly at the sweat on the foreheads of other colleagues, not only did he not sympathize, he even wanted to take a big sip.
It's all these idiots messing around, which doubles the work he has to do.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer probably knows what these people think.
Most of them were thinking that His Majesty was just a woman, and what could she know about men's affairs like war, so they felt that the Queen was stupid and easy to bully in these matters. Some of them took advantage of the East Berkeley merchants and wanted to use the war to put pressure on the queen to make concessions—the reason why the East Berkeley merchants are so powerful is that there are some big families behind them. Others are people from military families. They are afraid of Dalton's lock, and fear that their status will be replaced by civilians.
Both are trying to delay the war on Sengle Island through some shady means. It is best to replace the two coaches, Dalton and Abigail.
Prior to this, all the letters of intercession for the East Berkeley businessman fell into the sea from the queen, and there was no response. Overt or covert opposition to the pressure of the two coaches, Dalton and Abigail, did not achieve the expected results.
The queen's silent attitude caused some people to cross the line that should not be crossed.
It's just that the chancellor can't be sure, is the Queen actually waiting for them to cross the line
After the official who crossed the line the most was politely invited out by the attendants, the Queen picked up a stack of secret reports and flipped through them under the terrified gaze of the officials.
She let go of her hand, and threw the stack of papers filled with these small movements behind the scenes into the fireplace.
"This is the last time and the only time."
The queen said calmly, not waiting for the people in the room to breathe a sigh of relief, and then gently reminded them.
"I may forget, but some will surely remember them—you know how much is watching you, don't you?"
The chancellor lowered his eyes cautiously, thinking about the reason.
His majesty's forbearance before and the attack at this moment are probably for the upcoming naval battle.
Once Senglei Island is recaptured and there is an offensive springboard, the guys who were sitting on the fence will change their attitudes and scramble to join the war. But sea battles have more variables than land wars. These people will not let go of their contempt for the two main generals, Dalton and Abigail, and they may refuse to obey their commands, which may lead to the failure of the entire war.
His Majesty has been waiting for Dalton to send back the news of his victory in the first battle these days, so as to beat him.
The noble who crossed the line the most was deprived of his title, and the family was banished from the center of power. For the rest, the families that competed with them got the news from the queen, and they were eyeing them. If they don't want to be replaced, no matter how much they look down on the two humble coaches, they have to hold back and make up for it first.
After thinking it over clearly, the Minister of Finance was quite envious.
Dalton and Abigail, from the very beginning of their positions, countless nobles put all their strength on pressure, and all these pressures were resisted by His Majesty.
And him
In view of the fact that Archbishop Rodri is so capable, in order not to be replaced by Mr. Bishop, he worked desperately these days, and his hairline moved back crazily.
"Please remember, now, the interests of the empire are paramount."
The queen concluded the conversation, which was not made public.
The officials, drenched in cold sweat, got up and saluted, and retreated out with their own thoughts.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer walked a little slower, and when he went out, he caught a glimpse of Heinrich not far away from the corner of his eye. There was a slight pause in his steps.
It is a little surprising that the Heinrich family did not participate in these small actions.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer always felt that if Heinrich had the opportunity, he would not hesitate to send Dalton to hell. No matter how you look at it, Heinrich doesn't look like someone who would sit back and watch his rival win.
With this kind of surprise and a little bit of nosy curiosity, the Chancellor of the Exchequer slowed down, wanting to observe Heinrich's face.
The head of the two-headed snake family didn't intend to communicate with anyone, and walked along the corridor alone.
The chancellor stared at him for a while, vaguely feeling that there was something wrong with Heinrich these days. After standing still and thinking hard for a while, the chancellor happened to see the torch stuck on the wall when he passed the corner of the corridor, and the light of the fire was printed on him. At that moment, the shadow of Heinrich, who always abides by noble etiquette, was cast on the wall.
As the flame danced, Heinrich merged with his own shadow for a moment.
As thin as paper, trapped in darkness.
At that moment, the Chancellor of the Exchequer suddenly realized that something was wrong with Heinrich these days.
Heinrich was not a person who would make people feel friendly, but these days, he feels more and more cold. It seems that the coldness is not people's instinctive aversion to people who are skilled in conspiracy, but another kind... a kind of coldness like staring at the swamp in the forest at night.
Slowly, endlessly sinking.