Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 443

[Chapter 441 Sea Fog and Frost]

The night was deep, and the light snowfall did not stop until the middle of the night. Although the snow was not heavy, it still covered the whole city softly and silently—not too thick snow Like a pale bandage, it wraps the city’s many scars after the disaster, covering up those things that are too late to heal.

Destroyed buildings, blood stains that were too late to clean up, scrapped steam walkers, barricades waiting to be dismantled, and dried up “mud” that was deposited in almost every corner of the city and took an unknown amount of time to clean up.

The mirror image invasion subsided, but the “by-product” brought about by this vision disaster remained in the city in the form of physical matter.

The church has taken over the operation of the city after dark according to the procedure.

The guards carrying lanterns watched the streets under the night vigilantly, alerting every dark corner that could not be fully illuminated by gas street lamps and any strange noises coming from their ears.

The smell of burning incense wafted in the air, and the whispered prayers of the vigil priest carried a reassuring force.

“It seems to be peaceful tonight…” A black-clothed guard stared at the dark place on the street for a long time before suddenly muttering to his partner next to him, “I thought there was still a fierce battle tonight.” “Everyone is like that.

” I think so,” another long-haired, shawl-clothed female guard in black whispered. On the lantern hanging around her waist, there were several scripture belts filled with prayers fixed with wax paint, which showed that she was the leader of this team. The leader of the team said, “After all, we have just experienced such a serious extraordinary disaster, and a large number of priests have died… It stands to reason that the city-state’s defense will reach its lowest point tonight.

” There are no whistles.”

“…In short, tighten your nerves, and you can’t relax for a moment before the sun rises.” “

Yes, captain.”

The female guard in black who was called the captain nodded slightly, and looked again. To another team that is busy not far away.

The exquisite brass censer was suspended by a thin chain, and misty smoke was escaping from the censer. A silent monk blessed the street with incense, whispering the prayers of the god of death softly, and several accompanying low-ranking Priests carefully used scrapers and glass bottles to collect black sludge samples from nearby walls, lampposts and ground.

The dried “mud” has completely lost its activity, and will no longer show a horribly deformed appearance. When the scraper cuts its surface, the texture it presents is like some kind of half-dried mud with a delicate structure. The … “pigment”.

“Tell me… how much of this kind of ‘sludge’ is there in this city?”

She couldn’t help but turned her head and muttered to the subordinates beside her.

“Who knows—it is said that there are few of these on the surface. The sewers and subways are the hardest hit areas, and there are several sewage treatment plants. Those places are almost filled with this kind of silt. The city hall is now a mass It’s a mess, and I don’t know how long it will take to clean it up.”

“Cleaning up the sludge…at least this is the easiest trouble we have to face,” the female captain sighed softly, looked up at the end of the street, “Now The trouble Frost will face is not limited to these weird mud.”

Hearing this, the black-clothed guard next to him subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction his captain was looking at.

It was the port area on the edge of the city-state, where the lights were bright and there were faint sounds.

“Yeah, there’s more than just mud…” the black-clothed guard murmured, with a strange tone of nervousness, “A whole sea fog fleet is still surrounding this city.”…The eastern port area is brightly

lit

, There was a lot of voices.

As the only port in the entire defense battle that has always resisted the invasion of monsters and continued to operate, Donggang remained busy after the battle.

All docks and construction machinery have been used, and all surviving staff have to work overtime. Several docks that were slightly damaged during the daytime battles have also been temporarily repaired at the fastest speed for those situations Better ships are docked for repairs.

For many people in the city, the battle is over and tonight is a time for them to recover and heal their wounds, but for the Frost Navy and port logistics units, the battle is still going on – there are a large number of ships that are badly damaged and urgently need repairs , a large number of wounded need treatment, and compared to these things, they have a more difficult and complicated situation to face: the

Sea Fog Fleet, their temporary comrades in arms today, and their deep nightmare of the past fifty years.

The largest and strongest “ghost ship”, which has been used by countless Frost people to scare children in the past fifty years, is now parked next to the largest pier in Donggang.

The majestic bow towers high in the night, the deck turrets and bridge buildings reveal ghostly silhouettes in the wind and snow, the lights hit the armor belt from the shore, reflecting pale reflections reminiscent of bones, and in that On the side of the giant steel beast, facing the edge of Frost’s ship’s gunwale, the wide curtain swayed in the wind, and on it was written in a rough way that seemed to be a temporary graffiti on it——“Temporary visit of Sea Fog Venture Capital Co., Ltd. to Frost

” Research ship.”

Even the Frost soldiers, who have seen the wind and waves again, have never seen this kind of battle – anyone who walks past the pier at this time will have to stare at those rough characters for a long time, and hold back to himself. A few big mouths are sober and sober.

“Captain,” the first mate Aiden walked across the deck and came behind Tirian who was standing on the edge of the deck looking down, “the banner has been hung up, as you said, try to be friendly.” Tirian

hummed , Then he raised his finger and pointed to the soldiers and workers who stopped by the Sea Mist from time to time and waited anxiously on the ground below: “But I think they are still nervous?” “I don’t know what’s going on, probably

this Frost people in the era are more surprised,” Aiden scratched his bald head, “How about I tell my subordinates? Let them go down and drive away those who are watching nearby?” “

… …No need,” Tirian thought for a while, then shook his head, “Father’s order is to stop conflicting with the city-state. In this tense moment, it’s better not to provoke these startled Frost people.”

Aiden shrugged: “Well, since it’s the old captain’s order.”

“How is everyone doing?” Tirian asked suddenly after a moment of silence, “I mean, the sailors of the second batch.”

“…Hey, after half a century, I have returned to this familiar place again,” Aiden sighed softly, and said with emotion, “It would be a lie to say that the ship is peaceful—basically every cabin now Everyone here is discussing this docking, discussing the matter of dealing with the Frost Navy again, and even the sailors of the first issue have been affected, and they are discussing with them. “Some people look forward to it, some resist it, but more

people are at a loss , because no one has ever imagined what this day will be like before, but… everyone will support your decision, and they are waiting for your order. “

Tirion didn’t speak for a while, but the scene he saw on the bridge before seemed to reappear in his mind.

The Queen’s second order after half a century-“Defend the Frost”.

Is that right? Really? Is that the power left behind by the queen, or is it just an illusion?

It doesn’t seem to matter anymore.

The queen once ordered the sea fog fleet to stay away from the Frost Island, and now, he led the fleet back here, maybe… …The queen’s order back then was really for this day.

“Anyway, let’s come here,” Tirian exhaled softly, and the air from his mouth and nose condensed into white mist in the cold night. “Here The commander wants to entertain his ‘comrades’, so I really should go and say hello to them. “

“Do you want me to go with you? ” “

“Well, and bring a few more guys who know how to be polite – we must tell them in advance that this time, we are not here to fight. “

“Okay,” Aiden nodded, and then he couldn’t help asking, “Well, is there any request for the entourage?” “

Tirion thought for a while: “…The one with a relatively complete front face, the one whose limbs are connected to the torso, and the one with no ‘parts’ falling out when walking-just follow your standard, just wear clothes that can block most of the holes . “

“Okay, Captain.”

…

In the Port Defense Office, the Chief Defense Commander Liszt was sorting out his uniform and medals for the last time.

It’s not that he hasn’t seen big scenes, but even as a well-trained professional soldier, he can’t help but feel a little uneasy about the “scene” he will face next.

Not because the scene is too big, but because it is unprecedented.

He wants to meet with the leader of the Sea Mist Fleet—after fifty years of confrontation and hostility, the fleet that “defected” from the city-state back then has returned here.

Many places in the city-state are still in chaos, and the disappearance of the consul has left the city hall devastated, but even in such a chaotic situation, he still arranged for this special reception.

Because he knows that Frost can’t afford any further damage today, no matter what the officials and advisors at the city hall think, he must stabilize the terrifying ghost fleet—if, only if , if you want to reconcile with that “big pirate”, this moment is probably the only chance.

After fastening the last button, Liszt breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he lowered his head, picked up the new badge representing the rank of general from the table, and stared at every pattern on it calmly.

“… Firewire is promoted… It’s okay, someone has to take it up.”

He raised his head, looked in the mirror, and carefully fixed the badge on his clothes.

(It’s time to push the book~ I recommend a new book “Daoying” by Tai Yishui. The future we are chasing is just the shadow of the past under the starry sky. Yuan Yanghai, a three-no monk who died tragically, brought The soul of two lifetimes suddenly opened its eyes…)

(End of this chapter)