A more than month-long blockade of the island republic's coastline has been lifted. When the Island Republic sent the navy stationed in the capital to encircle the fleet of Aulus, the generals of the Mercian Field Army made the immediate decision to cross the sea and launch an attack on the capital of the Island Republic.
However, with the defeat of Aulus, the Navy of the Island Republic, which had returned from the victory, blocked the retreat of the siege troops, causing the Mercian Field Army to lose many soldiers.
Although the Mercian Field Army of more than 17,500 people still maintains a blockade on the island republic on land, in the absence of naval support, it is absolutely impossible for them to cross the strait and break through the solid city wall of the island republic.
It is meaningless to block land routes. The Island Republic is a country that attaches great importance to maritime transportation. As long as the sea and land are open, its soldiers can hold on until they die.
The capital city is already celebrating the victory of this war. Contarini, the naval admiral of the island republic, was like a hero returning from victory. After enjoying the applause of the citizens, he went to the Governor's Palace with a red face to report the news of the victory to Patisipaccio.
To the left of Partisipaccio stood Giovanni, and to the right stood Impolita. Contarini walked in, and as soon as he finished his salute, Patisipaccio asked: "Contarini, tell me how you fought this battle?" Contarini nodded excitedly. : "Thanks to the governor's plan, the war went very smoothly..."
"The Governor doesn't want to hear this." Giovanni interrupted Contarini at the side.
"He wants to know, what was the result of your battle?"
"The results of the battle? That's so rich. We sunk 20% of the Qiqiu Empire's ships, and another 30% were captured. The remaining ships were defeated and fled in panic..."
"That means that a full 50% of the enemies escaped?" Contarini finally felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
He looked at Patisipaccio carefully and found that his face was gloomy and did not look happy at all.
"Contarini, I don't know what you are happy about?" Giovanni said from the side,
"It was Yinbolita who made the plan, it was the citizens of the Island Republic who rushed to build the aircraft, it was the teachers and students of the Alchemy University who created the ocean fire, I was the one who chose the time for the decisive battle, and it was the soldiers on the aircraft who defeated the Imperial Fleet of the Seven Hills. , and all you have to do is harvest the defeated enemy army. In this way, you have allowed 50% of the enemy to escape, and you still think that this is your credit?" Contarini broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly knelt down. In front of Patisipachio, he begged for mercy.
"Originally, after this battle, the Qiqiu Empire will completely lose its ability to counterattack at sea, and its coastline will be completely open to us. But now, we have to consider the enemy's navy in the plan. Because of your incompetence, the entire All subsequent plans have been disrupted." Patisipaccio looked at Contarini coldly.
"General, what on earth did you do to let half of the enemies escape in such an extremely advantageous encirclement? You'd better give a good reason!"
"Lord Governor, it's not my fault! It's Apollo - yes, it's Apollo! When the enemy was about to be wiped out by us, the sun god Apollo sent an envoy. She gathered all the burning flames into her own body On my body, I rescued the enemy from a desperate situation!"
"Messenger of Apollo? Do you mean the protection of Apollo?" Yinpolita took a step towards Contarini,
"What's the name of that messenger?"
"I remember it was...Scipio? Yes! The envoy called himself Scipio, and he was a member of the royal family of the Seven Hills Empire!" Before he finished speaking, Contarini suddenly let out a wail-Impolita cut a small knife into pieces. He inserted it mercilessly into the back of his left hand.
In anger, Contarini waved his right hand and tried to slap Impolita hard.
But Yinpolita did not dodge, and actually grabbed Contarini's finger in the air, and used the strength of Contarini's wave to twist his finger in the direction of his wrist - Contarini suddenly shouted again There was a scream.
His hands were severely injured in a short period of time, and the back of his left hand was penetrated directly by a knife and nailed to the ground. If it were an ordinary person, he would have fainted from the pain on the spot.
"Do you know what you are talking about?" Yin Bolita stared, filled with anger,
"Apollo's protection? Scipio? Even if Apollo gave his protection to a beggar, it would never be Scipio's turn!" But after all, Contarini was a general on the battlefield. His hands were crippled, and he was red. With a face on his face, he bit the knife with his teeth and pulled it out from the back of his hand, and then shouted angrily at Yin Bolita: "You bitch, I am the naval admiral of the island republic! How dare you...how dare!" "
With a "pop" sound, Patisipachio threw the teacup in his hand towards Yinpolita and cursed: "Yinpolita, you soiled my carpet again! Did I let you do it? Even if you achieved something You deserve credit, but don't forget your own identity!" Yin Bolita touched the blood on her forehead, feeling happy instead of angry.
She got down on all fours and crawled to Patisipachio's feet like a kitten. She rubbed her smooth face against the thick black leg hair on Patisipachio's thighs and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Governor, how dare I overstep my bounds? It's just that when I heard that this so-called general wanted to deceive the Governor, I couldn't help but do it when I got angry." Patisipaccio frowned: "Liar? What is going on? Scipio is the royal family of the Seven Hills Empire, and the level of magic in every generation is not weak. Is it any wonder that he is protected by Apollo?"
"Governor, have you forgotten?" Impolita said softly while stroking Patisipaccio's thigh.
"Apollo is not the god of fire. How could he have the power to control fire?"
"Isn't Apollo the sun god?" Giovanni said,
"Doesn't it make sense that the sun god can control fire?" Impolita ignored Giovanni and continued to say to Partisipaccio: "You don't know something, Mr. Governor. Apollo is the sun god. It's just a mistake of later generations. Legend. The name Apollo means 'the shining one'. Apollo is the god of light, art, medicine, and sometimes the patron saint of shooters. He is not a sun god, and has nothing to do with fire. .”
"Is there such a statement?" Patisipaccio pondered for a while,
"Yin Bolita is the strongest magician in our island republic. Since she said so, that's probably true."
"I...I really didn't lie." Contarini shouted sadly,
"Many, many soldiers have heard that the woman who controls the flame calls herself the Messenger of Apollo, and her last name is Scipio!"
"Are the words of the enemy true? Do you really believe that she is the messenger of Apollo?" Giovanni scolded Contarini, then lowered his head and said to Patisipaccio: "Since there is someone who controls the flames among the enemies. A magician, General Contarini's failure cannot be entirely blamed on him. After all, he returned victorious, so it is not appropriate to add guilt at this time."
"Giovanni, if you want to intercede for others, you must first achieve results." Yinpolita said coldly,
"Where are the allies you promised the Governor? Where are the people? Where are they?"
"Of course it's on the way." Giovanni smiled confidently.
"The military journey costs thousands of dollars every day. What the governor should worry about now is how to prepare as much goods as possible and make a good profit."
