On the waters outside the docks of Red Sulfur Harbor, a large fleet was slowly sailing in, led by big sailships and heavy galleons. The size of the Fuste warships boarded by the Saint Marco Legion seemed insignificant in front of the incoming large warships.
The large warships stowed their sails and were nearing the docks. Plumes of white smoke spurted from the sides of the ships, followed by the thunderous sound of cannons that reached Winters' ears.
This fleet firing salutes was all too familiar to Winters; it was the reinforcement he had longed for, day and night.
One day after Red Sulfur Harbor had changed hands,
The Vineta Revenge Fleet had arrived.
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Meeting after meeting, the endless meetings.
Bureaucracy is indeed the cancer of mankind.
Field hadn't even left before he was called to attend a joint senior officers' meeting between the Saint Marco Legion and the Da Weineta Legion.