Attacking the Assyrian city was a helpless move, because firstly it was absolutely impossible to capture it, and secondly it would expose their own strength.

But even so, Wu Lai had no choice but to attack. Fortunately, everything has two sides. Although it is impossible to capture the Assyrian city and expose the artillery, it can not only deter and warn the Tianjuan Empire, but also give some hope to the Assyrians who have submitted to the Tianjuan Empire. By the way, it can also reduce the pressure on Kayiked. Of course, this last point is just a vision, and Wu Lai is not sure whether it can be realized.

But what gave Wu Lai the most headache was the difficulty in communication. For example, he now didn't know the situation in Kayikede or the situation in Greendo Island.

Wu Lai didn't like the feeling of being in the dark, but what could he do? Some things could only be thought of, not expected to be created.

The night was very quiet. The two moons in the sky were as bright and clear as ever. The hull of the Woolley rose and fell gently with the swaying of the waves, as if echoing the flag on the flagpole swaying in the wind.

At this moment, Wu Lai was looking at a map in the cabin, and Sares was waiting on the side. During this period of time, every time he saw Wu Lai busy, he would feel some emotion besides admiration - when the two first met, Wu Lai was just the governor of Salt Marsh Town with the same status as him. But after only a few years, the other party had grown to a height that he could not reach.

Of course, this also further confirmed what Sareth was thinking - the High Priest was the one that God Amon had chosen long ago.

"Oh, there are too many civilians..." Wu Lai suddenly frowned and said to himself.

"Your Excellency the High Priest, what are you doing..." Sareth hurried forward.

"It's a dilemma." Wu Lai threw the pen in his hand and said, "If we only attack the military camp, the damage to the enemy will not be great. If we bombard their main institutions, we are worried that civilians will be injured by mistake. After thinking about it, I can't think of a compromise."

"How about... find a way to notify them first?" Sales suggested after thinking it over.

"No." Wu Lai waved his hand. "There are many checkpoints on both sides of the river in Assyria. I can't arrange personnel from the land to notify the civilians to evacuate..."

"...With the size and draft of the Wulai, it can only go straight in and out of the Assyrian city's inner river, which greatly reduces its flexibility. Although the artillery is powerful and the ship is tall enough, once the enemy ship approaches, there is no guarantee that there will be no accidents." Wulai rubbed his forehead and continued, "So there is no possibility of a surprise attack. We must seize every moment we can and try to destroy their water defenses in the first wave of attacks, so that we can fight more calmly. However, there are a large number of civilians in the inland port area, and there are military ships and civilian ships mixed together. What if..."

"Your Excellency High Priest, this is an extraordinary period. If you feel that you are not in a position to give orders, Sareth is willing to do it for you." Sareth said with his chest puffed out. He naturally knew how powerful the artillery was, and how important it was to destroy the enemy's port as soon as possible. But just as Wu Lai was worried, the bombardment would inevitably cause civilian casualties, which would inevitably make Wu Lai have a reputation for not caring about the lives of the people - such a reputation may not matter to a general, but it is a different story for the high priest.

Just think about it, the high priest is synonymous with holiness, nobility and mercy, how could he order the "massacre" of the people?

"No, Sareth." Wu Lai smiled and said, "I know you are doing this to protect my reputation. I don't care about that. What I care about is the lives of civilians."

"Your Excellency the High Priest has a kind heart that Sareth greatly admires." Sareth bowed his head.

"Alas... war..." Wu Lai sighed softly, shook his head and frowned, "Give the order to weigh anchor and set off, take turns rowing, and try to get close to the Assyrian city before dawn the day after tomorrow."

"Yes!" Sarres promised...

…

In a secret room in the Duncan family's mansion halfway up the mountain in the city of Lovington, Qi Yuan sat with a frown on his face. On both sides of the chair, Wei Huo, Niels and others stood. Seven or eight steps in front of the chair, Plancy was kneeling on the ground with his arms tied behind his back. His cheeks were swollen, and there were bloodstains on the corners of his mouth and nose. His hair was disheveled and his clothes were in disarray. He looked very embarrassed.

"Hmph!" Qi Yuan stamped his feet fiercely. "Planci, you are really getting better and better. You actually traded with Wulaglindo behind your family's back. Do you know that this is aiding the enemy?"

"No!" Plansi sneered and raised his head. "Sir, the 'enemy' you are talking about is the chief priest of the Assyrian temple. Aren't you afraid of the wrath of God Amon when you say this?"

Qi Yuan smiled coldly: "How dare you talk to me like this? It seems that you are ready to risk it all, Plancy, you know the family rules."

"I know." Plansi raised his head. "If I really did collaborate with the enemy, my wife and children would be burned to death. But I want to ask the master of the family, General Weihuo, and everyone else, is our 'enemy' really the god Amon?"

Wei Huo frowned, and the others remained silent.

"Don't talk nonsense! Our enemy is Wuleglindo!" Qi Yuan stood up angrily.

"But he was also the successor publicly announced by His Excellency the High Priest Saint Lean before his death! He is the new high priest! He represents the god Amon!" Plancy suddenly roared, "And what about you, Qiyuan?! It was you who betrayed Assyria! It was you who collaborated with the enemy! Don't think I don't know what you are conspiring with the Tianjuan people! Qiyuan! You are destroying the pride and glory of the Duncan family for thousands of years!"

"Shut up!" Qi Yuan clenched his fist and shouted, "Planci, do you really want to die?"

Plancy laughed and tilted his head: "Come, kill me, so that I don't have to witness the shame of the Duncan family."

"Okay! Humph, Plancy, I will let your wife and children be buried with you." Qi Yuan spat fiercely.

"Please feel free to do so." Plancy said, and suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Wei Huo frowned and whispered to Qi Yuan. Qi Yuan was startled. A cold light flashed in his eyes and fell on Plansi: "So... you have been prepared..."

Plancy continued to laugh wildly without answering, but he was praying silently in his heart...

At the same time, on the horse road fifty miles outside of the city of Lunvington, two carriages were galloping. The drivers whipped and shouted from time to time, frightening passers-by and horses to avoid them. In the first carriage, in addition to De Leng, there were two women and four children. In the back carriage, there was another woman and two little boys...

…

There are many mountains blocking the banks of the inland river, so the wind force cannot be compared with that on the sea. Therefore, the Wu Lai, which relies heavily on wind force, is much slower than expected. It was not until noon that it reached a river bay more than 20 miles away from the inland port of Assyria.

On the left side of this river bend is a pass, named Bimaguan because the surrounding mountains resemble galloping horses. Although it is a hinterland area, there are thousands of soldiers stationed there all year round. After Ye Renwu entered the Assyrian city, all the Assyrian soldiers originally stationed here were moved to the Acropolis Huangshi City in Annan, and they were replaced by the Five Hundred Heavenly Army.

These five hundred Heavenly Guards were led by a young general named Ceylon.

Ceylon is a collateral descendant of a heavyweight figure in the Tianjuan Hall. He is handsome and an elegant man. Before coming to the Assyrian territory, he was a well-known wandering poet in the Tianjuan territory. Every poem of his was loved and sung by the people of Tianjuan. He was also the dream lover of many young and old women, who always did some crazy and generous things, so Ceylon's life had always been luxurious and decadent.

Ceylon resolutely "joined the army" because of Night Blade Dance - that day, Night Blade Dance went shopping after attending the coronation ceremony, and then, inadvertently, Ceylon took a look at her in the crowd...

It is worth mentioning that in order to become Night Blade Dance's subordinate, Ceylon almost mobilized all his abilities. Fortunately, this matter was finally accomplished. Although Ceylon has not had the opportunity to confess to Night Blade Dance so far, he has never felt that there is a big gap between himself and Night Blade Dance, and he is not in a hurry at all, because he "magically discovered" that Night Blade Dance is testing himself.

Therefore, Ceylon, who was extremely confident in himself, decided to complete the test of Night Blade Dance well - such as guarding this pass.

It must be said that Ceylon was really serious about the garrison, although there was actually nothing to garrison here, because there had been no fleets coming from the direction of Kayikede for a long time, and fishermen from Assyria rarely went fishing in this area. But Ceylon was also happy to be idle, drinking a little wine and reciting some poems every day, and taking a good nap at noon.

But today seems destined to be extraordinary...

Ceylon had just laid down and hadn't even had time to eat when the door of the room rang hurriedly.

"General, there is a situation!" The soldier's voice was filled with panic.

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Ceylon was startled and quickly got out of bed and put on his shoes.

After a while, Ceylon was completely stunned by the river bank, and so were the soldiers under his command. No, it was not just a daze, but also a growing fear and anxiety...

"Oh, Goddess Luo..." Xilan muttered as he stepped back involuntarily, "This... this is..."

The first impression that the Woolley gave Ceylon was that it was huge. Compared with the Athanasius River, which was often several miles wide and could reach 20 miles at its widest point, the inland river, which was barely one and a half miles wide on average, was much more "delicate" in nature, thus highlighting the huge size of the Woolley.

Although he was standing on the river bank and more than half a mile away from the Woolley, Ceylon could still see the ship number and flag at a glance, and instantly understood who the ship belonged to.

So, Ceylon's second feeling was fear...

But he still did not forget his duties.

"Quick! Send someone to ride at full speed to report the news to the city immediately!" Ceylon shouted loudly. The soldiers behind him came to their senses this time. Some ran to get the horses, some ran to get their weapons, and some began to drag Ceylon back.

"Don't pull me." After Ceylon struggled to break free, he remembered that he had a telescope in his waist bag. He quickly took it out and held it up, aiming it at the bow deck of the Woolley.

"Oh my God..." Ceylon saw the huge main gun at a glance. Although he didn't know what it was, he still couldn't help but marvel at it...

On the deck, Wu Lai put down the telescope, pointed at the garrison houses and stables on the shore, and said to Sarres beside him: "Blanket bombardment."

"As you command!" Sareth agreed with a smile, turned around and drew his sword, "Starboard gun position, everyone get ready!"

More than a hundred artillerymen on the gun positions immediately answered in unison: "Yes! Prepare the gun positions!"

When the shouts of more than a hundred people reached the shore, the soldiers around Ceylon were stunned. One of them, who was always bold, hesitated for a moment and asked Ceylon, "General, what are they doing?"

"I don't know, it seems like..." Ceylon had just answered when flames appeared on the side of the ship that the telescope was pointed at.

“All, all, all, all, all, all, all”…

Ceylon's heart just trembled, and a sharp and piercing whistle came to his ears...

…

"General, please mount your horse." A lieutenant general respectfully handed the whip to George.

George took it with a smile, straightened his cloak, and walked towards his horse, feeling indescribably happy.

Of course he was happy. Since Qi Yuan came to Lunvington, his title as consul was just an empty one. Where Qi Yuan or Wei Huo was, how could he make the decision? After being frustrated for a long time, George knew that there was nothing to do in the civilian job, so he simply submitted an application to Qi Yuan to serve in the army. After all, his rank was there, and he didn't have to start from a minor general in the Duncan Army.

Unexpectedly, less than three days after the application was submitted, Qi Yuan approved it. Not only did he appoint him as the commander of the fifth team of 15,000 people, he also assigned him a mission - to destroy Polang Town and annihilate the enemy there.

George naturally accepted it with joy and even regarded it as a relaxing trip. Just think about it, 15,000 troops going to attack a town with a population of less than 4,000 is a piece of cake.

"Don't take it lightly. According to reports, there is a garrison of more than a thousand people in Polang Town." Before leaving, Wei Huo reminded George. Although the 15,000 soldiers of the Fifth Army are new troops with relatively low combat effectiveness, the allocation of weapons and armor is no different from the other four armies. This shows that the Duncan family did not underestimate the Fifth Army. Now is an extraordinary period. The better the strength is preserved, the more bargaining chips will be in negotiations with Tianjuan. Wei Huo naturally does not want to see any losses.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on." George smiled and replied, but a trace of disdain flashed through his mind...

Just as George rode out of the city in a show of force and with a large crowd of people following him, the Lolita slowly raised its sails on the sea more than fifty miles northwest of Muritania...