Eira Port, the harbor.

The late night sea breeze was refreshing but not biting. Compared to inland, the night's climate here was much more pleasant.

Of course, daytime remained unbearably hot and humid.

Losa stood atop a tower near the port, which had been converted into a tax officer's office, Mueller's headquarters.

Inside and outside the office, nearly a hundred members of the Varangian Guard were fully armed, leaning against the walls or simply sitting on the ground, resting quietly.

Mueller gazed at the empty and calm sea: "Sir, will there truly be a night raid on the port?"

"Tonight's moonlight is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Ah?" Mueller was slightly startled and quickly replied, "Yes, sir. These days, the moon is at its fullest, truly beautiful."

"Rauf is not very clever, though he thinks he is smart."

Losa said softly, "Therefore, he will surely send people to raid Eira Port tonight—otherwise, wouldn't such a full moon be wasted?"

The hardest part of a night raid is night blindness.

In fact, even modern people, if thrown into a pitch-black suburb without streetlights during poor weather, would still be blind.

Losa suddenly seemed regretful: "What a pity."

"Pity what?"

"Pity that I have no means to contact Hog. He should still be sailing on the Red Sea, and Aqaba Bay isn't on his route. Otherwise, with him, I wouldn't worry about a sea attack."

"Captain Hog..."

Mueller's face showed a hint of unease.

A few days ago, Losa ordered him to contact this "Captain" for "disposing of stolen goods." He thought it was a routine task.

Who would have known that this "Captain Hog" wasn't even human!

The ship was full of undead sailors. After mingling among them, he returned feeling covered in a mix of sea and corpse stench.

...

Aqaba Port.

Several dozen small paddle sailboats were ready.

Lamoer stood at the ship's bow, asking, "Has our lord's army prepared sufficiently?"

The first mate respectfully replied, "Yes, sir, the master's troops have already built siege camps under Eira Port's city walls, ready to attack at any time."

"Then we should set off too."

Lamoer solemnly shouted, "Raise the sails, set sail!"

Upon hearing this, the sailors and armored infantry showed expressions of excitement.

Their daily wages barely filled stomachs; only looting led to wealth.

Lamoer watched his relaxed subordinates, his face showed a hint of worry.

The first mate noticed Lamoer's anxious expression and could not help but say, "Sir, are you worried something unexpected might happen in this battle?"

Lamoer shook his head: "I am just unsure if that Black Wizard, Minot, is merely a braggart, and dealing with Losa will be tough."

The first mate quickly replied, "It won't happen, sir. If Minot were incompetent, how could he deceive our wise master?"

"You're right."

Lamoer nodded.

Several dozen small paddle sailboats raised their anchors, heading for Eira Port.

Aqaba Port was very close to Eira Port.

Soon, they could vaguely see the towering lighthouse within Eira Port.

"Is that the Siegried Tower the Franks speak of?"

"They say it stood there overnight, it's simply absurd and ridiculous."

Lamoer said "absurd and ridiculous," but his face showed deeper concern—he had visited Eira Port recently, and the tower wasn't there.

He raised his head; the moonlight was perfect tonight.

The silent port lacked even a single figure.

"Great, those Frankish barbarians have no defenses at all!"

The first mate was delighted: "Sir, let's land immediately. As long as we light a fire as agreed with the master, we will collaborate from within and without."

Lamoer looked at the eerie quiet port, feeling uneasy.

It was too strange.

He expected a forced landing battle, but there wasn't even a single night guard present here, which defied logic.

With Aqaba Port so close to Eira Port, did those Franks lack any vigilance?

The first mate urged, "Sir, what are you waiting for? If we hesitate and are discovered, we will lose the advantage of surprise."

Lamoer's sense of unease grew stronger.

But at this moment, the arrow was nocked and had to be released; if they withdrew now, how Rauf would deal with him was uncertain.

"Issue the order, land immediately!"

"Once the ships land, have all oarsmen grab weapons for the landing operation!"

With the order given, the oarsmen exerted their utmost effort to quickly propel the paddle sailboats into the harbor.

Lamoer suddenly sniffed and murmured, "What's this smell?"

"Smells like sulfur?"

In the next moment.

A terrifying blaze erupted from within the port.

Like a Flame Giant Sword wielded by a titan, it swept across the tightly grouped paddle sailboats preparing to land.

The entire port, in an instant, became a sea of fire.

Lamoer pushed aside the first mate, who had become a human torch and was shrieking for help, watching the scene with trembling fear.

"Retreat, quickly retreat!"

But now retreating was impossible.

The tightly packed paddle sailboats tried to turn around, but ended up crashing into nearby friendly ships attempting the same.

Most oarsmen inside the paddle sailboats were unaware of the external situation, still vigorously rowing forward.

A greater disaster loomed.

The sea wind, which should have been blowing inland, suddenly changed direction.

Sails on the masts of the paddle sailboats were ignited by flying embers, rapidly becoming giant torches that fell with a crackle.

On deck, sailors and soldiers frantically removing their armor jumped into the sea water to escape the fierce flames.

The oarsmen in the ship hold let out hopeless screams, unable to escape, they were roasted into chunks of charcoal.

There were no iron chains across the river.

But the result replicated the Battle of Chibi.

This was the effect of the Breath of the Giant Dragon paired with the Sea Dragon's "Wind Stirring" ability.

Mueller exclaimed, "Sir, you truly predict things like a prophet."

"There's no such thing as prophecy."

Losa rubbed his sore lips, took the cup Prajna handed him, and emptied it.

All around, enemy cries filled the air.

He originally couldn't simultaneously use "Breath of the Giant Dragon" and "Wind Stirring," but he had upgraded.

A single breath of the Giant Dragon killed countless enemies, allowing him to level up three times—at least three hundred people, and the number was still rising.

Prajna squeezed his palm, looking at him with concern.

Losa shook his head: "Rest assured, I have long accepted the burden of such a massacre."

On the battlefield, mercy toward the enemy is cruelty toward one's own men.

With a solemn expression, he commanded, "Issue the order, the enemy might be ready for collaboration from within and without. Command all soldiers on the city walls to prepare for combat."

"Count's Guard, leave half to clear the landed enemy, and the other half patrol the city, guarding against enemy spies causing trouble."

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