Chapter 300: mutation

Chapter 300: mutation

A group of professional assassins had already infiltrated this port. When they were notified of the "start of action" through magic props, they immediately created some chaos in the city, attracting the attention of the guards in the city.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, hundreds of elite soldiers dived into the harbour and then unleashed massive destruction.

They are not as busy looting as ordinary robbers, and they don't even kill people. On the contrary, they are constantly driving panicked civilians, driving these civilians to the urban areas outside the port, so that they can spread the panic all over the city, and Obstructing the dispatch of the guards.

At the same time, many of them took out some red crystals, stuffed them in a metal tube, and threw them at nearby ships or houses. After a second or two, explosions were heard everywhere.

This is an alchemy bomb, and the cost is not low. It's definitely profitable to use it to blow up ships, but it's hard to say if it's used to blow up houses.

But for Thrace, this material is nothing. For this operation, the Thracian diving force has prepared thousands of such bombs. If they can be used up according to the plan, it will be of great help to the whole battle situation.

In the face of war, what is money - at least not too much - for?

If the army is delayed for a day, the military rations and even the consumption of various materials is not a small amount. Not to mention the battle losses of those elite troops—the Norma defense line lost nearly 3,000 soldiers within a few months, which has caused many nobles in Thrace to be worried, and some nobles have even asked the king to temporarily interrupt the battle. A war, wait for the coming year.

This year's grain harvest in southern Thrace is not good. The rice is growing well, but the ear setting is not ideal. It is estimated that the total output will drop by 20% to 30%. This problem is nothing in normal times, and this level of poor harvest is not enough to cause natural disasters. But this year, the pressure on logistics has greatly increased, so that many of the officials in charge of logistics have become ill from overwork, and I don't know if there will be death from overwork...

The old general sat motionless on the command seat, listening to his subordinates constantly reporting news from the front line, without a trace of expression on his face.

His indifference was in stark contrast to the excitement of his subordinates.

After a while, he interrupted his subordinates, one good news after another, and asked coldly, "How long?"

Kansa answered immediately: "Six minutes, half an hour."

The old general nodded: "Send the order, let them come back."

Kansa was stunned for a moment and asked, "Isn't it an appointment for half an hour?"

"The goal has been achieved, there is no need to delay."

After about twenty minutes, the guards finally arrived belatedly. What they saw was the port area, which was already in flames, and ships that were burning and sinking.

A day later, another port was attacked.

Then, the third, the fourth...

"Something happened!" In the chat channel, Raymond (really sad), who was in the Molai Grand Arena in the capital of the Federation, suddenly sent a message, "Many ports in the Federation have been attacked by the Thracian army, and the situation is very tense now. ."

Panda was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise, "Mo Laigang was also attacked?"

"Of course not at the port of Molai, but there have been four ports that have been attacked... now it's five." Raymond said, "Now the Federal Guard has dispatched additional personnel to the port area, almost three steps, one post and five steps. A post. Many nobles are rushing back to the territory to prevent the territory from being attacked."

Panda was relieved for a while—if even Port Mo Lai was attacked, then the morale of the Federation would have almost dropped to the bottom.

There is a war in the front, but the capital cannot even be kept in the rear, so how can this war go on?

But he was too relieved.

In the next half month, bad news kept coming.

The Thracians' diving skills have obviously improved again. They used the diving method to come to the vicinity of various ports in small groups, attacked and left immediately without any stay.

In general, their attacks did not cause much damage to the various ports, and the worst one just blew up two or more ships, burned half of the wharf, killed, blown up and burned Deaths add up to no more than 200 people.

This is certainly not a small amount, but for a city, it is not enough to break the bones.

Accompanying this news was the withdrawal order of the various lords.

Although the Marquis of D'Addario tried very hard to persuade the generals of the various units, for these generals, the lord's orders were far more important than the Marquis D'Addario's persuasion. So in the end, he couldn't even persuade all the people. Except for the troops sent by the lords in the inland, almost all the troops of the lords of the coastal ports were withdrawn.

Most of the prosperous cities of the Molai Commercial Federation were on the coast. With such a withdrawal, the troops of the entire Norma line of defense were directly reduced by almost half. To make matters worse, morale took a hit.

Even if there are only half of the troops, they should still be able to defend the fortress. At most, the pressure is higher. But seeing friendly troops withdraw one after another, and seeing fewer and fewer troops on the defense line, who wouldn't be worried? Who can't be nervous?

To make matters worse, not long after, even lords who did not rely on the sea withdrew their troops.

The Marquis of D'Addarion fainted from anger. The old man was already quite old. This time, he was in charge of the actual military affairs of the defense line, because he was the only general in the top federation who had experienced the last Norma offensive and defensive battle—— This shows how old he is. He usually likes to drink, and his health is not very good. This time, he was so angry that he was bedridden.

The Marquis of D'Addarion fell ill, and the military affairs of the Norma line naturally fell to the Duke of Norma.

It is said that the Duke of Norma is the supreme commander of the entire Norma region, but this duke is a man of culture. He is very good at writing poetry and painting, but he is not good at fighting. It was only when the Marquis D'Addarion was in charge of military affairs before, but now that he was in charge, he was suddenly a little dizzy and too busy.

Of course, the Duke also has military talents, but these talents may have certain talents, but they do not have enough prestige and experience. When dealing with such a major event that involves 20,000 troops and three lines of defense, they are a little bit careless.

The duke had approached the old marquis and borrowed talents from him. But those issues that involve the overall situation can only be decided by the supreme commander.

For example, the placement and adjustment of zones.

Because of the withdrawal of troops one after another, a lot of emptiness appeared on the Norma line of defense. How to arrange defense in this situation? It is a major event that can only be decided by the Duke himself.

The Duke's staff presented several plans, but the Duke felt uneasy. Looking at the loopholes on the map, he felt terrified.

But there is no way to do this. The Norma line of defense is already stretched thin, and it is necessary to focus on the key points and relax those relatively unimportant areas.

Of course, the Duke understood, but he just couldn't convince himself to make such a determination.

It was with this procrastination and indecision that the Thracians attacked again.