The tide crashed against the breakwater, the white spray rising extremely high, but no matter how high it rose, it could not break through this barrier and surge onto the dock, just as it could not, by any means, overcome the Goths' artillery fire aimed at the bunker.
While fleets from various countries chose to withdraw and flee this sea area, Müller made a decision that went against their wishes.
He took a desperate gamble, leading the Federation fleet to continue its assault on the naval port despite fierce artillery fire.
The reason Muller did not choose to evacuate was that he judged that the enemy at sea would be much more difficult to deal with. Having already reached the nearshore waters, they had already fallen into the enemy's trap, so evacuation would also be part of the enemy's calculations. Fighting at sea would be a near certain death.
So, the only option is to continue sailing towards the naval port. If they can land there and take control of the port, then perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope. Of course, achieving this is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task.
But Müller did just that.
Amidst a hail of shells and heavy casualties, over twenty warships finally reached the port. On the destroyed warships, soldiers jumped into the sea and swam over. Being so close to the naval port allowed them to accomplish this.
But arriving at the port is only the first step.
But then Muller realized with dismay that this was all they could do.
The weapons carried by the soldiers who swam in from the sea were soaked by the seawater, rendering their firearms useless and forcing them to discard them. Although they still carried swords, these were of no use against the enemy's artillery.
Although the soldiers disembarking from the warships at the dock were armed with firearms, how many men could possibly disembark from just over twenty warships? Moreover, the ships had already suffered many casualties on the way there.
The heavy artillery could not be brought down. The enemy in the bunkers kept firing the cannons, and the soldiers had no time to carry the weapons down. They could only disembark in a panic amidst the artillery fire and then take shelter in the breakwaters to avoid the bombardment.
For example, right now.
Muller, pressed against the rock, was covered in sweat. Every now and then, a few shells would fly overhead, and a scream would occasionally escape his side – the cry of a soldier hit by a shell.
Muller realized that there was no way to lead his soldiers to charge forward. Although the enemy's artillery fire had been reduced considerably, they could still fire a barrage of shells whenever they showed themselves.
Even though they have now reached the shore, they are still some distance away from those bunkers, a distance that is impossible to cross no matter what.
At that moment, a soldier's deep voice came from beside him:
"Marshal, we now have less than 10% of our troops left."
Muller, panting, said, "I know."
"But now that we've come this far, there's no turning back. The warships docked on the shore have been blasted to pieces by them."
"We have no choice but to find a way to break through."
Just then, an urgent voice rang out: "It's bad, Marshal! A ship is approaching! It's a large ship!"
Upon hearing this, Muller's face turned completely pale. He hurriedly turned his head to look behind him and, sure enough, saw warships sailing on the sea, so numerous that they almost covered the entire surface of the sea.
Müller was jolted, as if struck by lightning.
He had imagined that a large fleet would come from the sea, and he had also imagined that they must have a huge number of warships, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still terrified.
Although the Lieyang Fleet suffered casualties at the naval port before withdrawing, it still possessed considerable combat power when combined with warships from other countries.
However, the fact that the main fleet was able to return to the naval port at this time clearly means that it has already dealt with the fleet led by the Sun Kingdom's Lieyang Fleet, and it is not even dawn yet!
Did they end the battle in less than a night?
Having experienced a naval battle, how were they able to return to the naval port with so many warships? Did they have even more warships before the battle?
With impenetrable bunkers in front and an approaching fleet behind, Muller's mind was buzzing, filled with boundless despair.
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On the bow of the Yanhuang, Qin Ze stared at the dock. The sporadic sounds of artillery fire still rang out. They were firing at the breakwater, where the enemies who had landed were clearly hiding.
However, it is clear that there are not many enemies, and the soldiers on the shore are only clearing out the remaining enemy forces.
As they approached the dock, the enemy figures hiding among the rocks gradually came into Qin Ze's view. Without further ado, the soldiers began to aim their cannons at them.
But at that moment, Qin Ze saw that the enemy soldiers had chosen to rush out. Instead of climbing up, they rushed towards the ramp leading to the dock. There was nothing there; it was an open area and the shortest route to the bunker complex.
This move naturally removed all their cover, and the artillery on the shore immediately unleashed a barrage of shells, which whistled out and rained down on the enemy soldiers like a net.
Qin Ze stretched out a hand, signaling to the gunners on the ship that they no longer needed to fire.
He was so close to the dock that he could even hear the screams mixed in with the shelling, coming from the enemy.
Under such intense shelling, these people had absolutely no chance of breaking through, and indeed they were. Although they were running for their lives, they kept falling down, with blood, flesh, and limbs flying everywhere. This slope had become a slaughterhouse.
Looking at the scene before him, Qin Ze frowned.
It was already unexpected that the Delta Federation forces did not choose to evacuate but continued to attack the naval port. Now, in this situation, they did not even surrender but launched a death charge.
This action reminded Qin Ze of the Japanese, which was not what he wanted to see. The enemy was fearless and had a strong fighting spirit, which was definitely not a good thing.
Their king, von Palen, was said to be a "war maniac," and now it seems that his army is indeed quite different.
Before long, the fleet arrived at the dock, and the bombardment had stopped moments earlier. All the Goths who had launched the charge were dead on the ground, and few of them even had a complete corpse amidst the blood and grime.
The garrison at the naval port had already arrived at the dock to greet him. As soon as Qin Ze stepped off the ship, he heard shouts coming from not far away. When he turned his head, he saw the garrison holding muskets and aiming at a pile of corpses.
Müller, whose lower body was almost shattered by the shell, was covered in blood but was still alive. However, as soon as he crawled out of the pile of corpses, countless lead bullets were shot at him.
"Bang bang bang!"
Amidst the splattering blood, Muller looked towards the dock, his gaze meeting Qin Ze's as he turned.
A fierce glint appeared in Müller's eyes, his lips moved slightly as if he were saying something, and then he crashed to the ground, dead.
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