Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 441 Sea Fog and Frost

The night was dark, and the light snowfall continued until midnight. Although the snow was not heavy, it still covered the entire city softly and silently—the not too thick snow was like a pale bandage, wrapping the city. The scars of the city after the disaster cover 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 vigilante pastor carried a reassuring force.

"It seems to be very peaceful tonight..." A black-clothed guard stared at the dark place on the street for a long time before suddenly muttering to his partner beside him, "I thought there would be fierce fighting tonight."

"Everyone thinks so," another long-haired, shawl-clothed female guard in black whispered. On the lantern hanging around her waist, several scripture belts filled with prayers were fixed with wax paint, which showed that She is the leader of this team. "After all, we have just experienced such a severe 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 doesn't seem to be any news from the other night watch teams—not even a whistle this night."

"...Anyway, tighten your nerves, you can't relax for a moment until the sun rises."

"Yes, Captain."

The female black-clothed guard known as the captain nodded slightly, and then looked at another team that was 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 now?"

She couldn't help turning her head and muttering 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, raised her head and looked towards the end of the street, "now Frost has more troubles than these weird ones. of mud."

The guard in black next to him raised his head subconsciously when he heard the words, 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 fleet of sea fog is still surrounding this city."

……

The eastern port area is brightly lit and full 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 they have a more difficult and complicated situation to face than these things:
The Fog Fleet, their temporary comrades-in-arms today, their deep nightmare of the past 50 years.

The largest and strongest "ghost ship", which has been used by countless Frost people to scare children in the past 50 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 the frosty ship’s gunwale, the wide cloth curtain swayed in the wind, and it was written in a rough way, which seemed to be a temporary graffiti on it——

"Sea Fog Venture Capital Company is stationed in Frost for a temporary visit to the 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 big characters for a long time, and force himself to give himself a few big mouths The child is 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, but then raised his finger and pointed to the soldiers and workers on the ground below the pier who stopped and stayed around the Seamist from time to time, anxiously waiting and watching: "But I think they still seem nervous?"

"I don't know what's going on, probably Frost people in this era are more surprised," Aiden scratched his bald head, "How about I go tell my subordinates? Let them go down and take those who are nearby Drive away all the onlookers?"

"...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 issue."

"...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 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 everyone has never imagined what this day will be like before, but... everyone will support your decision, and they are waiting for your order."

Tirian 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 true?Is that the power left behind by the Queen, or is it simply an illusion?

It doesn't seem to matter anymore.

The Queen once ordered the Sea Fog Fleet to stay away from Frost Island, and now, he has led the fleet back here, perhaps... The Queen's order back then was really for this day.

"Anyway, let's come here," Tirian exhaled softly, and the gas exhaled from his mouth and nose condensed into white mist in the cold night, "The commander here wants to entertain his 'comrades in arms', that's okay, I You really should go and say hello to them."

"Would you like me to accompany you?"

"Well, and bring a few more guys who know the etiquette - 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, "Uh, do you have any other requests from the entourage?"

Tirian thought for a while: "...The ones with relatively complete frontal faces, the ones whose limbs are connected to the torso, and those whose 'parts' don't fall out when walking-just follow your standards, as long as you wear clothes that can block most of the holes. "

"Okay, Captain."

……

Inside 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 Fog Fleet - after 50 years of confrontation and hostility, the fleet that "defected" from the city-state 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 the top."

He raised his head, faced 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)