Disguised as if he was sick and stayed away, Conrad returned to Hydra Palace with his body in his arms and was full of resentment and anger. The atmosphere in Tulum Port seemed like a giant bomb that ignited the fuse and could explode at any time.

Outside the sea of ​​Tulum Port, a terriblely powerful naval fleet was swimming slowly.

Hundreds of battleships, hundreds of large cruisers and large frigates, and all the gun doors of warships were opened, revealing countless black muzzles.

These mad warships were lined up in neatly shaped formations, slowly wandering around the sea. This feeling was like a few bully gangsters who were used to extortion, carrying short swords and daggers, wandering back and forth at the door of the victim's house, constantly exerting mental pressure.

On the Golden Wool Headland and Silver Bullhorn Headland, two new forts have raised blood-colored battle flags.

Amid the loud sound of trumpets, giant mortars slowly slid along the railway tracks on the ground to the gun position. The well-trained artillery soldiers were shouting trumpets and loading heavy and abnormally heavy shells into the gun chamber with special pulley cranes.

There was also a large-caliber fortress cannon poking its head out of the fortress and condescendingly locking the fleet in the distance.

However, the fleet on the outer sea was very cunning, just outside the maximum range of all heavy artillery in the turret.

On the two large forts, senior technical officers were holding various instruments, constantly measuring the distance, speed, today's wind speed, wind direction, etc.

The heads of the two forts had unconsciously oozing sweat from their foreheads. They were lying on a large binoculars, looking at the every move of the powerful and terrifying fleet.

These two new turrets in Tulum Port are condescending and undoubtedly have a huge advantage in range.

In terms of caliber, the largest mortars in the two new turrets reached an astonishing 800 millimeters... Such giant cannons, even if they fall into the water near the warship, can cause fatal damage to those large battleships.

However, compared with the fleet outside the sea, the two new artillery batteries were all at a disadvantage in terms of the number and rate of fire of artillery.

The hundreds of battleships alone, each battleship has hundreds of guns.

Moreover, the firing rate of small-caliber naval guns is at least ten times that of these large-caliber fortress guns, twenty or even thirty times that of super-giant caliber mortars...

With the strength of this fleet, if the other party goes straight to Tulun Port at any cost... the two new turrets will not be able to stop the other party at all.

Once several battleships of the opponent broke into the inland sea of ​​Tulun Port, they launched artillery attacks on the fort from behind... Haha...

Of course, there is also a squadron of the Imperial Navy stationed in Tulum Harbor...

But no one took that fleet seriously.

There are only a few broken old battleships. In front of the fleet outside the sea, Tulun Port squadron is a child who is purely beaten. He will be blown to feed the fish in a round of fire.

In the eastern suburbs of Tulum Port.

A hilly area full of various flowers, olives, grapes, figs and other cash crops, an army in dark gray uniforms has been lined up in a volley array.

The number of people in this army is about the size of two full brigades, which is about 11,000 people.

A military flag was fluttering in the wind, and in front of the long volley array, a military band of hundreds of people beat the war drums, making neat, dense and exciting drum sounds.

To the south of this army, about half a mile away, solid logs and steel components were built to build a solid observation platform. The long observation platform was filled with dignitaries from Tulun Port, foreign consuls, as well as commander-dex, deputy commander of the local fleet of the Ice Sea Kingdom, and several observers of the navy.

Hesen, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood at the front of the viewing platform with a big cigar in his mouth.

In front of him was a small square table with a few contracts on it.

Opposite him was the burly and hairy Barbaria.

The two of them stared at each other with fire through the small square table. Hesen was still calm and steady. Barbaria's forehead was bulging with blue veins, his nostrils were enlarged, and he was breathing out hot air, as if he could jump over the small square table at any time and beat Hesen.

The Third Holy Court of the Order of the Golden Oak Church, Rafa, and several senior clergy, as well as the Consul General of the Ice Sea Kingdom, the Gallic Republic, the Kingdom of St. Shia, and the United Kingdom of Nice, stood beside the small square table and carefully examined the contract on the table.

Previously, at the Naval Club of Tulum Port, Hessen, Duke Ross and Dx broke down.

Hessen arrogantly provoked Dex, asking the navy of the Ice Sea Kingdom to land and fight to the death with the Imperial Army.

Dex...without doubts he retreated to this proposal.

Barbaria took the initiative to jump out and took over Hessen's provocation.

"Then the Duke of Hesse's bet is 100 million gold marks... and the Duke of Barbaria is betting on a large iron ore in the west of the Duchy of Portland, near the border of the Empire."

Rafa's voice resounded throughout the viewing table: "The Deren Empire, 11,000 soldiers, fought to the decisive battle...the three winged cavalry of the Principal of Portland."

"Please review the duel contract. If you have no objection, then... please sign and use seals."

On the viewing platform, Frickett and Lucien, as well as a group of Frickett's staff were also present.

Surrounded by his staff, Fricte lowered his voice and complained to Lucien with great anger: "Dear Lucien, this feeling is very bad, very bad."

"There is no matter what the Navy has, and it has nothing to do with the Navy."

"Damn...they, they dispatched such a powerful fleet...and, this is only part of their fleet...and we can only sit here and watch...a war is imminent, but we can't do anything."

Lucien spread his hands helplessly: "This is the current situation of the Imperial Navy, Your Highness. But isn't we coming to Port Tulum just to change this helpless fact? Everything will be fine, everything will be fine."

"There will be new warships; there will be more warships; this is just a matter of funding."

"The Marine Corps we formed has recruited enough troops. As long as they complete the training and have sufficient combat effectiveness, they can occupy more colonies and plunder more wealth for us."

"The colony...wealth...warship...this will be a perfect cycle of resources."

Lucien comforted Ferrit: "Now, it is just the pain before childbirth, it is just the darkness before dawn."

Fillet pursed his lips and secretly looked at Tifa, who was sitting not far away and playing with the small gavel.

It's so damn...

If we can hook up with Tifa, the assets of the Vitu family will be enough to build a very strong new fleet.

Of course, Fricel already had a wife, and he was dependent on blood relationship. His wife was also the niece of Barbaria who was signing a bet war agreement with Hessen.

However... Ficket didn't like the wife who was born in the Lucian royal family and was as domineering and barbaric as the Lucian Empire.

He admires Tifa's knowledgeable and elegant, born and raised in the Delun Empire... More importantly, there is an indigenous beauty with a big rich man's father!

"The darkness before dawn...ah, it's really helpless." Fellit sighed: "Who will win?"

Lucien chuckled softly.

"It doesn't matter who wins. This bet is just the prelude to the war... Duke Ross and Duke Hesse are going to show off his strength. And Babalia seems to have the same idea."

"This is just a little fun before the war, and it doesn't matter who wins."

Lucien's smile became very strange: "But you will be very happy with the news that just came from the imperial capital...Magnan was imprisoned, and his arrogant mother did some very indecent things."

Ficket's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Oh? Let's talk about it in detail. My dear brother, haha, what did he do that is angry and resentful?"

Tifa played with the small gavel, and Riya sat beside her, pinching Weima's ear with her hands: "Wema, sit obediently. Today, it's not peaceful. Don't look at the guys nearby, there are not many good people here."

After teaching Weima a few words, Riya turned around and asked a middle-aged man behind her with a gloomy face and extremely weak presence: "So, have you taken all the money I prepared for the bets organized by those noble consuls and have you taken all the funds I prepared?"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, his voice was like a mosquito humming, only Leah and Tifa could barely hear him.

"Yes, the mistress... the total bet is 200 million gold marks, cut into 127 shares, and bets are made separately from 127 relationships that have nothing to do with us. If we bet, and according to the current odds, we will deduct the 100 million gold marks lost by the head of the family, and our final profit will be about 230 million."

Liya nodded gently, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"We can find a way to get the bet list...we can lose ourselves, but if the families in Tulun Port secretly make a bet, we will find a way to conquer them one by one."

Tifa widened his eyes and looked at his mother in surprise.

"What are you talking about?"

Lea smiled, leaned against Tifa's ear, and muttered softly: "Ah, dear Tifa, of course... this bet will lose a bit ugly."

"Originally, I was ready to waste this million gold mark."

"But since these unkind foreigners endorsed their own national bank and started such a bet, let's have fun with them!"

Tifa lowered his voice: "We will lose?"

Liya narrowed her eyes: "I'm not ready to win this game... Look at the soldiers, there are more than half of them, and they are serious prisoners who just got out of the prison... Do you think they might win?"

Tifa was stunned.
Chapter completed!