Late at night, the soldiers of the Island Republic were estimated to have fallen asleep, Andrea led the fleet to launch the ninth feint attack.

Since his fleet must sound the Avros tube every attack, the soldiers of the Island Republic had already reacted with conditioned reflexes, and as soon as they heard the music, they would immediately wake up from their sleep and rushed to the deck.

This time, Andrea was about to play a song for the Island Republic from afar and then turn around and leave. But to his surprise, the opposite shore of the sea was filled with oil lamps.

"What's going on? Are the navy of the Island Republic holding a party?"

Andrea frowned and signaled the fleet to move closer.

The fleet of the Republic of Liguria lit the lights and gradually approached both sides of the strait.

"Marson! This...this is!"

The soldiers screamed in horror - on both sides of the strait, hundreds of crosses were inserted side by side, and on each cross were a corpse of civilians. Those corpses either had arms or legs, or even had their ears cut or their eyes dug, you can imagine how abuse these civilians were treated during their lifetime.

Below the cross, there was a pile of disgusting minced meat. Even soldiers who were used to seeing the corpse, many people spit out the scene in front of them.

Andrea felt the blood in his body rolling. This tragic scene made him, who had been through the battlefield for a long time, angry.

"Marson! Look over there!"

A soldier looked at the opposite bank and pointed at it. There was a row of lights flowing there, and a group of soldiers could be seen escorting a group of new prisoners to the shore.

Andrea clenched his fists tightly. Although he was a civilian of the Qiqiu Empire, as a vassal state of the Qiqiu Empire, Liguria also considered himself a native of the Qiqiu Empire.

"Marson, let's launch an attack! We are not afraid of the fire of the ocean!" the soldiers shouted in anger, "These beasts in the Island Republic should not be alive!"

"retreat!"

"marshal--?"

"I say, retreat!" Andrea punched the ship on the side of the ship, "Report this to the King of Sweden first!"

The Afros tube that declared retreat sounded. Andrea came to the stern and stared at the row of lights for a long time.

His eyes were as big as a copper bell.

After receiving the report of the Andrea fleet's retreat, Ipolita smiled proudly.

"If you don't attack under this situation, it seems that the enemy's ability is the only one."

"What should we do next?" Contalini asked.

"We have only one strategy, that is, we cannot stick to it," said Ipolita. "And, kill a group of prisoners of war every day."

...

"What did you say? Is this true?"

After hearing Andrea's report, Ella jumped out of her seat and shook Andrea's body in disbelief. After receiving Andrea's affirmative reply, Ella gritted her teeth and issued the most vicious declaration she could think of:

"Island Republic! When I capture their capital, I will let their seas be filled with red seaweed, pour feces and poison into their rivers, sprinkle salt in every piece of their farmland, and plant seeds of thorns in every inch of soil!"

If these things are implemented, it means the desolation of this entire land. Anger makes Ella desperately want to turn the island republic into a wilderness that will never grow in grass!

"I think this is the enemy's method of provocation. Let the soldiers retreat first." Andrea looked at Ella meaningfully, "King of Sweden, it seems that your provocation has expired."

"Stimulus? I don't want to use the stimulus to get them out. But since they do this, my plan needs to speed up."

Ella took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.

"Andrea, you did the right thing and couldn't hit the opponent's attack. You continue to carry out a feint, but from today on, while you attack, my navy will also be dispatched."

"The Navy of the Pirate Kingdom? Since it's just a feint, there's no need?" Andrea asked, "or is it that your navy has any special mission?"

"Nothing special," Ella said, "it's just to let them run from the left to the right, from the right to the left."

After listening to Ella talk about her entire combat plan, Andrea was so shocked that she couldn't stop talking.

"Planning is a good plan, but will this plan be too slow? Will Constantine really fall before this?"

"Before evacuating Constantine, I wrote a letter to a friend," said Ella. "If she was willing to help, Constantine should be able to stay for a while."

...

Constantineye sent an envoy to the camp of the Almany Federation.

"If you continue to fight, you will not be able to conquer Constantineer," said the envoy. "Barcelos is willing to give you a batch of gold, so we both will stop."

The lords of Almani sat around the messenger for half a circle. Most of them ignored the messenger's proposal - it was a matter of time before Constantine's fall. They paid such a great price, how could they stop like this?

But when the messenger reported the specific amount of gold, the eyes of the lords suddenly became louder.

"Is there really so much gold?" One lord confirmed in disbelief.

"It's difficult to pay it in one go, but Basels is willing to pay it in installments," said the messenger. "I just hope that this gift can bring about long-term peace and stability between the two countries."

The lords unanimously looked in the center—the Duke of Saxony, Duke of Burgundy and Ipolyta sat.

"What gift is nice to say." Epolita sneered before the Duke of Saxony and the Duke of Burgundy, "Isn't it just that I'm afraid of being beaten and want to pay compensation and beg for mercy?"

Ipolita's words made the messenger feel a little uncomfortable, but he could not refute this fact.

"If the Almany Federation understands this way, then there is nothing we can do. So, your answer is…?"

"Go back to tell you Basels," said Ipolita, "if you want to ask for peace, you must at least increase the amount of gold ten times more!"

As soon as these words were said, not only the messenger, but also the lords of the Almani Federation were shocked. The amount originally raised by the messenger was enough to satisfy them. If it was ten times more than this, it would be impossible to squeeze out the treasury of the Seven Hills Empire.

The messenger looked like a mortal face: "Is this amount really too...can't it be a little less?"

"Then there is nothing to say." Epolita slammed his hand and poured the wine in the wine glass on the face of the messenger, "Get out. Go back and tell you Basels that he will not agree, and sooner or later this gold will come to our hands. By then, I'm afraid you will lose more."

The messenger wiped away the wine from his face without saying a word and left in shame.

"Will this request be too much?" After the messenger left, the Duke of Saxony frowned and asked Ipolita, "We actually have to pay a lot of money to conquer Constantineer."
Chapter completed!