Chapter 1330: Chapter 245: The Fall of Port of Santis_3
On the contrary, the proposal from the Minister of Defense is more feasible. If even we ourselves did not think of it, naturally, the enemy will find it hard to predict.
At this mont, the main forces of the Clergy are mostly tied up with the Intervention Coalition Force, leaving their interior at its most empty. On top of that, the main naval forces guarding the seas were completely wiped out in the Misty Marine Region years ago and are still in the process of recovering.
With the navy not up to par, there’s naturally no stopping Frank’s Army from landing. As long as the army appears on the peninsula, regardless of whether or not it can overthrow the Clergy, the political objective would have been achieved.
For the safety of their own lair, the Clergy must, willing or not, pull their troops back from the front lines to reinforce headquarters.
With the absence of the Clergy, the formidable foe, the battles that follow would be much easier. Facing off against Iberia Kingdom and a bunch of fence-sitters, the scales of war have already tipped in our favor.
“Good!
Speed is of the essence in warfare; the Military Departnt must imdiately dispatch a detachnt to launch a surprise attack on the Clergy by sea.
It would be best to take the Holy Mountain. Even if we can’t take it, I want to give Shelter VII a good scare,”
declared Charles III without hesitation.
He has found the Clergy displeasing for more than just a day or two. However, both being top forces, with other countries in between, initiating a war with a faraway expedition held unpredictable outcos.
He could never have imagined that upon his coronation, the Clergy would react so violently, sending out their main forces.
There is no question—the enemy has delivered the opportunity right to our doorstep, so this battle must be fought.
What better way to make an example than killing the monkey to scare the chicken?
The legitimacy for ascending to power by stepping over the Clergy would be established. If no legal precedent can be found, then we will create our own.
The main the here is: survival of the fittest!
…
“Boom Boom!”
“Boom Boom!”
The roaring of cannon fire echoed through Port of Santis.
The port, peaceful for countless years and never attacked by foreign enemies for a millennium, showed an unusually slow response.
The warships anchored at the port beca the first victims. Countless officers and soldiers were still in their sleep when their own ships sank amidst the enemy’s cannon fire.
“Enemy attack!”
By the ti the alarm was sounded, the enemy’s artillery barrage had already continued for half an hour. The port’s infrastructure faced its severest test since construction.
The belatedly alerted guards of Port of Santis rubbed their eyes awake from their dreams, only to hear a burst of battle cries next to their ears.
“The enemy has landed!”
Upon receiving this news, the already disordered guards beca even more frantic.
“Guards, quickly send the order down, have the garrison organize a counterattack!”
The commander issued the order in a panic.
Unfortunately, Port of Santis, peaceful for countless years, had long beco a cradle for the gold-plated connections, with truly capable individuals being few and far between.
Faced with such sudden crisis, these hereditary nobles were already in chaos, wishing they had more legs to run away with, let alone organize a counterattack!
The more capable officers, at this mont, were the fastest to flee. It wasn’t that they lacked spirit, but rather, they understood their “comrades-in-arms” all too well.
The more they knew, the less confidence they had in winning.
Running away could indeed lead to being held accountable after the war, but that’s a concern only if the war is won.
If they foolishly stay in their positions to resist, they might not wait for the Clergy’s purge, but instead, get betrayed by their own teammates first.
“Kill…”
“Kill…”
The continuous battle cries exerted heavy pressure on the guards. Other than a few officers who stood out to organize their subordinates for a counterattack, more and more soldiers chose to escape in the chaos.
On the wharf, under the command of the officers, nurous Frank Soldiers were disembarking in an orderly manner.
Without any intention to stop, as soon as they set foot on land, they imdiately joined the battle.
The continuous flow of soldiers rapidly flooded in, and the already chaotic defensive lines at the port were soon breached.
As the victor, the mont Marquis Sunil set foot on the land, he felt almost elated, with a sense of unreality.
Port of Santis on the Continent of Aslante, famous for its na, was taken down surprisingly easily, which was truly beyond expectation.
Stimulated by the victory, Sunil, who had been apprehensive about attacking the Clergy, suddenly beca full of confidence.
Deep down, Marquis Sunil couldn’t help but muse, “It seems that the corruption within the Clergy is even worse than we anticipated!
If such a Clergy doesn’t fall, then there is no justice in this world!”
However critical he may be, he still doesn’t lack a sense of reverence. Even a leaky ship has three pounds of nails, let alone the Dawn Sect with a legacy of thousands of years.
The present smooth progress is partly due to the internal decay of the Clergy, with a large number of “relationship households” among the guards, but more so because it caught the enemy off guard.
If the enemy had been a bit more alert and stationed a Main Army here, today’s battle would definitely not have been so easy.
Surveying the battlefield all the way, facing the hostile looks from the residents, the brow of Marquis Sunil was tightly furrowed.
As a religious organization, the Clergy might be rotten to the core, but they were not short of devout believers.
Intuition told him that if given the chance, these followers of the Clergy would turn into wild wolves, launching their most ferocious attack on them.
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