‘Bang, bang, bang’…

Three balls of white smoke rose into the air at the No. 1 New Fortress on the Golden Wool Headland.

Accompanied by the shrill sound of horns, a small clutch hung sails. With the sea breeze, it flew quickly to the No. 3 new pier like a lively swift.

"They are here!" The Clippers drew a huge arc in front of the new Pier 3. On the bow, a middle-aged man held a horn in his hand and shouted at the people of Tulun Port on the pier: "They are here!"

Between the Golden Wool Headland and the Silver Cow Poker Headland, there are several miles long and less than one mile wide waterways, white sails are blown up by the sea breeze, driving the huge hull tore through the sea surface and breaking into the inland sea of ​​the port of Tulun Port.

One...two...three...

According to the general standards of the Medland Continent, the length of the first-class battleship is between 200 and 250 feet...

The giant ships, which were nearly two hundred and fifty feet long and almost reached the limit standard of the first-class battleship, broke into the inland sea area of ​​Tulun Port. They were like hills, slowly and firmly sailing straight towards the No. 3 new pier.

Compared with the first-class battleships made by the Dren Empire, these intruded warships are longer, taller, wider, more masts and more sails, representing more complex handling, as well as higher maneuverability and dexterity.

The heads of these warships were raised high like narwhals on the bows of the battleships. Below the corners of the collisions, the mighty and ferocious bronze heads shone with dazzling cold light in the sun.

The sea breeze blew the sails, and the white sails made a loud "huh" sound.

The square mainsail in the middle of these battleships is so eye-catching in the sun.

In the entire Medland continent, only the royal fleet of the Kingdom of St. Shea embroidered the golden oak icon representing the Golden Oak Church in the middle of the sails - this means that the Kingdom of St. Shea is the most devout believer of "Mu" and the most loyal lackey of the Golden Oak Church!

Twelve first-class battleships, twelve second-class battleships, eighteen third-class battleships, twenty-four new battle cruisers, and thirty-six large fast frigates...

The fleets that entered were huge in size, lined up on the sea, almost filling the entire port inland sea of ​​Toulun Port.

The Kasica Island Squadron and the Tulum Port Squadron were overshadowed in front of this invading fleet.

Qiao held his hands behind his back and swept quickly over the two squadrons lined up in front of the No. 3 New Pier, and couldn't help but gasp.

The two squadrons combined have only four first-class battleships, six second-class battleships, ten third-class battleships... and more than 30 frigates of all sizes.

As for the first proposed and first put into practice, the battle cruiser that represents the most advanced naval tactics and shipbuilding skills today... In the Deren Empire, it is still being argued and discussed, and it only exists on paper...

The fleet of the Saint-Shia Kingdom in front of us can wipe out two squadrons in Tulum Port only if they dispatch eighteen third-level battleships.

The naval gap between the Deron Empire and the Kingdom of Saint-Shia is so huge!

"Shadow your power... Damn Saint-Shia." Hesen muttered with his hands behind his back, with a gloomy face: "Do you remember Yanan's confession? They have a special fleet hidden in the southwest of Jiasica Island."

"In addition to the special fleet consisting of all new warships, the six squadrons of the Saint-Shia Empire in the northern territory of the Storm Ocean have also arrived... However, this is Tulun Port, our territory."

On the No. 3 new pier, field guns with a hundred-meter caliber lined up in a row made roars one after another.

The unloaded salute sounded, and in the distance, the long horn sounded on the fierce Kingdom fleet of the San Sia, accompanied by a light rhythm, the gun door on the top floor of the first-class battleship opened.

‘Boom, boom, boom’, the Saint-Shia Kingdom fleet also sounded a salute.

However, the caliber of the naval gun was obviously much larger than that of the 100-inch army field gun. The salute of the Kingdom of San Sia was louder. The naked eye could see the sea surface below the cannon position, and the shock wave from the muzzle made a large area of ​​obvious water traces.

The moment the salute stopped, a large piece of white sails of the Kingdom of Saint-Shia slowly fell down, only a third-level battleship bulged the white sails, and slowly drove into the direction of the No. 1 piercing bridge under the guidance of two small speedboats of the Tulum Port fleet.

The military band played the cheerful and grand "Welcome Song". Duke Ross gently shook the small folding fan in his hand and walked towards the red carpet with a smile.

The third-level battleship slowly leaned onto the trestle. A gangway was placed off the deck and placed on the trestle. A group of men wearing noble dresses and light golden wigs and serious expressions walked along the gangway and slowly came to the trestle.

In the Port of Tulum, a ritual officer wearing a triangular hat, wearing a full set of large dresses and holding a ritual scepter pestled the scepter to the ground and said in a deep voice: "God bless the Queen, the Governor of the Southern District of the Derren Empire, the Province of Storm, the Province of Winders, the Province of Claude, the asylum of the Freeport Tulum, the Lord of the Island of Gassica, the Queen's Duke of Gassica, and the Lord of Ross von Gassica Huntingburg."

Duke Rose, wearing a long red dress with a fur flame, and a wide-brimmed hat, and decorated with a large number of blood-colored mountain azaleas, smiled and slightly raised his chin and stood on the red carpet.

Her fiery eyes swept over the Saint-Shia battleships that had lowered their white sails from time to time.

On the pier, among the Saint-Shia nobles wearing light golden wigs, the same etiquette official walked out with steady steps.

"May the glory of the great Mu shine upon Medelland, the most devout servant of our Lord Mu, the eternal guardian of the province of St. Melanth, the asylum of the Josia Islands, the first deputy ambassador of the Kingdom of St. Melanth to the Delun Empire, the Consul General of the Consulate General of the Kingdom of St. Melanth to the Port of Tulum, the Marquis of the Kingdom of Kingdom of St. Melanth to the Kingdom of St. Melanth to the Lord."

A tall and burly man with a little white pink on his long face and a wig on his head was brighter than his companions. He wore a white inside and a red dress on his outside. He was wearing a row of golden breasts with a particularly dazzling top and bottom. He stepped forward slowly and stood solemnly about ten feet in front of Duke Ross.

"His Excellency Tulando Don Saint Melansi, welcome you in Port Tulun, and the Derren Empire welcome you!" Duke Ross looked at Tulamdo with a smile on his face.

"The Delun Empire is a great country, and the Port of Tulun is a great city. I hope that in my next term, I can make due contributions to the friendship between the Kingdom of Saint-Shia and the Delun Empire. I wish the friendship between the two countries will last forever."

The dough is white and looks more greasy after applying powder, and Marquis Tulandol, who has a slight and no smile on his face, said that no one present would take it seriously.

The smell of gunfire smoke spreads on the pier, the sea breeze blows, and the ropes on the battleship make a "whirr" sound.

Duke Ross and Marquis Tulandone looked at each other and found that the other party had such an abominable and boring face. They also believed that the welcome ceremony in front of them was a waste of life.

"Do your business." Duke Ross directly terminated the hypocritical ceremony that made both sides uncomfortable, and directly revealed his true face and true nature.

"This is the sales document in our country."

A tall small square table was placed between Duke Ross and Marquis Tulandol. Marquis Tulandol walked forward, took a thick document from the hand of a escort behind him, and slapped it heavily on the small square table.

"After friendly consultation between the two countries, the Delun Empire invested to purchase two new first-class battleships, four new second-class battleships, six new third-class battleships, and eight new battleships... The funds have been paid through the Royal Bank of the Delun Empire. Today I am ordered to hand over the purchased battleships to you, and the payment will be cleared at this point."

"I like this word," Duke Ross walked to the high-legged table and quickly flipped through the documents in front of her. At the same time, she lowered her voice: "What we want is a new ship."

"No less than half a year after the professional commissioning of our sailors, it was the peak of combat power." Marquis Tulandol lowered his voice. He suppressed the anger in his heart and roared in a low voice: "Of course, this is shameless blackmail and blackmail... This time, the Kingdom of Saint-Shia was robbed brutally. This is a shameless robbery. You know the truth of the matter!"

Duke Rose rolled his eyes and glanced at Marquis Tulandone with a slanted look: "Calm, calm, Marquis, don't act like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. That's right, I admit that you were blackmailed, blackmailed, robbed, and even I tolerate you to use more rude and more obscene words, for example, our rude and strong force this time - have you brutally abused?"

"So what? That's the result. We don't have to spend a golden mark to get these most advanced warships. The power of my Gassica squadron will soar a lot, that's it."

"As for any dissatisfaction, St. Heard's Cathedral is there, you see, here, you can see the top of the bell tower of the cathedral. You can go to Archbishop Loren, who will comfort you."

Shrugging his shoulders, Duke Ross opened the folding fan with a smile: "Start the handover, I can't wait to touch my little cuties."

"Oh, you can see that you are angry, but I would like to advise you not to do anything detrimental during your tenure at Tulun Port. Who knows what will happen?"

"After all, you made a mistake this time, didn't you? You made a mistake too. It was your first move, and we were the victims." Duke Ross sighed leisurely: "You have only paid a little gold coins and a few broken ships, and we have killed and injured so many innocent people. This is your fault..."

Yanan walked over to this side, following several officials in San Sia in black uniforms.

Marquis Tulandone looked at Yanan, and his face suddenly looked much better. He walked to Yanan, reached out to pat Yanan on the shoulder, and whispered a few words.

Yanan's pale face had a few more blood. He nodded and surrounded by the several Saint-Shia officials, he walked along the pier to the battleship.

On the No. 2 pier at New Pier 3, a traffic boat was leaning against the pier. Yanan's wife and daughter were slowly walking through the gangway and onto the traffic boat.

The family finally ended their nightmare in Tulum Port and was able to return to their familiar St. Xiya.
Chapter completed!