Wilson, standing beside him, frowned and said:

"Could it be... that they've abandoned the port?"

"Really?" Although Clemento had long since stopped caring about the large-scale navy, he couldn't help but feel doubtful upon seeing this scene.

Are they really just going to abandon the port like that? Are they scared?

But if they were afraid, they should have at least sent a ship to explain the situation and show that their country had no intention of obstructing them. Instead, they simply withdrew all their warships.

At this point, Wilson said "Oh," and then laughed:

"Marshal, either they're afraid, so they're abandoning the port."

"Either they know they have no chance of winning a naval battle against us, so they've withdrawn their ships from the port and are trying to use these fortifications to block us. The reason is obviously that they don't want to lose their ships and want to stall us slowly."

He looked at Clemento, waiting for him to speak.

Clemento's brow furrowed even more as he pondered, but after only a couple of breaths, his brow suddenly relaxed and his expression became more relaxed.

"Um."

"I'm more inclined to your second hypothesis, that they want to use these fortifications to prevent us from landing."

"I have to say, this construction project is indeed quite impressive. It seems that Merriel's assessment of this country is very accurate; their construction capabilities are indeed strong."

At this point, he put down the binoculars and chuckled softly:

"But so what?"

"If this dock were built in our country, we could deploy countless artillery pieces on it, turning it into an unparalleled naval port, but as for the people..."

"Ha, where would they get so many cannons?"

Clemento adjusted his hat and continued, "It's getting late. Pass down the order: full speed ahead!"

"If we encounter resistance, we'll unleash a barrage of fire! Let them back down!"