There were changes in the plan, but they could only deal with them by remaining unchanged. Eliminating these enemies was the only way.
"These Imperial Navy are really powerful," Ragnar said after shooting an Imperial soldier operating a ballista to death with a bow and arrow.
It was night, and the airships could only stay on the ships. Whether it was energy or visibility, these airships were not suitable for night battles.
Narland observed all this. He knew that he had been preparing for this war for countless years, and he wanted to make sure that the enemy would never return.
Horf ordered the longships filled with dry wood and flammables to speed up and desperately ram the ships into the connected Imperial warships.
However, before many of the longships could get close, the ballistas had already smashed their masts. Ragnar was also on one of the ships filled with flammables at this time, and he and the sailors rowed desperately.
Fifty Demeter, thirty Demeter, ten Demeter …
Seeing that they were about to connect, Ragnar ordered all the Northland people who were still alive to abandon their ships quickly. He quickly used a flint to light a torch and threw it on top of the flammable objects. Then, he jumped into the cold sea. An arrow was shot at him at this moment.
The rest of the ships, except for a few that were directly sunk, were all set ablaze. Some were set ablaze, while others were set ablaze with flaming arrows. In short, it was suddenly a sea of fire.
Some Northland people who were good at swimming took advantage of the chaos to swim to Horf's main fleet, including Ragnar, whose arm was grazed by an arrow. With great difficulty, they returned to the ships from the water again.
At this time, the wind was blowing everywhere, and the Imperial warships were set ablaze by these inconspicuous dragon ships. The wind blew harder and harder, and the fire burned bigger and bigger.
Horf ordered the rest of the people to return by ship. They had to return to the camp to rest.
Looking at the retreating figures of the Northland people, Narland did not have a trace of joy. He did not expect that although the sea fortress he built could not be attacked by the enemy, it could be directly burned by the enemy. With the help of the wind, Narland was also helpless.
On Gravel's side, he finally met up with Beffman's people. In the city were the people left behind by Beffman and the intelligence personnel hidden in Primordial Harbor. He wanted to continue attacking, but there were too many casualties. Even Tonny was seriously injured because he blocked a blow for Gravel. Helplessly, he could only order his men to take the Magic Crystal Cannons and retreat temporarily. At this time, Gravel's troops had suffered heavy casualties and were exhausted. Gravel himself was covered in wounds.
On the Empire's side, a large number of the Empire's sailors who hadn't been burned to death had fled over. For a moment, the entire harbor was filled with thick smoke.
With the remaining Magic Crystal Cannons, the city walls weren't lost for the time being. In other words, even if the naval forces and airships were destroyed, Narland still believed that these barbaric Northland people would not be able to break through his iron chains. Even though the connection with the city had been cut off, the empire's elite troops were stationed at the port under his command, and the enemy had no way to deal with the Magic Crystal Cannons.
Narland had already sent out a carrier pigeon. As long as he defended here, the empire's reinforcements would arrive, and these Northland people would die without a burial place.
Horf led the retreating fleet back to the camp. Ackermann felt that he hadn't been able to kill the enemy to prove himself today, and was somewhat unhappy.
He saw a white pigeon suddenly fly across the sky, so he took a bow and arrow and shot at the white pigeon fiercely. In the end, he missed.
His brother Patrick also picked up a bow and arrow and shot at the white pigeon. With just one arrow, the pigeon was shot down, and the white pigeon fell into the sea. He looked at his brother and smiled with a hint of ridicule, which made Ackermann even more annoyed.
The fire in Primordial Harbor burned for a whole day and night, and Narland couldn't even put out the fire.
The war was in a stalemate, which was something Gravel didn't want to see. Fortunately, Narland didn't seem to intend to pursue desperately, because Narland himself couldn't even take care of himself.
That night, countless people were destined to be unable to sleep. Gravel's Northland army, the city's residents, the empire's city defense forces, Narland's army, and even the "Old Lion" Draig Aldrich, who was lying in his hospital bed, heard what happened that night.
That day was destined to be recorded in history. Gravel, who was known as the "Whip of the Seven Gods" by Derman's descendants, led his army to invade Primordial Harbor, causing an unimaginable disaster. That day, March 17, 1501, was also known as the "Day of Pain".
Gravel's army rested for a night inside the city walls. At least they ate and drank to their hearts' content, and some people even had a good night's sleep.
At dawn the next day, the Northland people stationed in the city brought the intelligence personnel to Gravel.
After a night of rest, Gravel also recovered a little. He received the intelligence personnel, and the intelligence personnel brought him the city's defense map.
Seeing the map, Gravel had a plan in mind, but it was difficult to contact Horf and the others at the moment. He saw that there was still a signal flare left. He ordered Roderick to bring enough rations, water, and a few men. Now, he was riding a fast horse that he had seized from the city to the camp and tell Holf about Gravel's plan.
Gravel's Northland army was stationed in the east of Primordial Harbor. In the west, it was still controlled by the city defense forces, where a large number of nobles lived.
In the areas occupied by Gravel these days, the people closed their doors and didn't dare to take half a step out. The captured Derman were all ordered by Gravel to gather together.
Over the years, Gravel had changed. He was no longer the same as before. He had become like a pure Northland person. His attitude towards these prisoners of war and slaves was no longer one of pity. Instead, everything that existed was reasonable. Everyone had their own destiny, and it wasn't something that he could change alone.
He went to see Tonny's injury. This was the person who had accompanied him to this day. From a small mercenary captain to the King of Northland, Tonny had always been by his side. Tonny also volunteered to come to this war. If it weren't for Tonny, Gravel would have been killed by the magic crystal cannon.
However, Tonny's injury was not optimistic. In this place where there was a shortage of medicine, Gravel and Tonny both understood what this meant. However, Tonny didn't have a trace of regret. Recalling the scene that night, if he was given another choice, he would still choose to sacrifice himself to save Gravel.
Gravel held Tonny's hand. He felt hot tears in his eyes, but he held them back. He smiled at Tonny and told Tonny that it would be all right. When this port was taken, he would find the best doctor to treat him.
Taking advantage of these few days when Roderick went to the camp to inform Horf, Gravel and Beffman's people had a good rest. They didn't continue to attack the west side of the port. Instead, they were stationed in the east side of the port and confronted Narland on the coastal defense line.
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