Andrea stepped onto the deck of the "Flying Zelamite". On this fortress-like ship, his vision became wider. He saw the remaining fleets of the pirate kingdom sailing into the inland river one after another, and the pirates who fell into the water due to the sinking of the ship were trying their best to swim back to the shore. Several ships were guarding the estuary and used ocean fire to drive away the fleet that was intended to approach.

In the narrow estuary, the Republic of Liguria could not hide from the fire of the ocean. Several ships intended to pursue, but they all burned under the attack of the fire of the ocean.

Not long after, perhaps the ocean fire was used up, and several ships at the mouth of the river began to retreat in an orderly manner. The Republic of Liguria took the opportunity to pursue again. However, several ships equipped with ocean fire immediately blocked the center of the river. After allowing friendly forces to pass, they continued to block the fleet of the Republic of Liguria.

"Although I was clearly hit hard, I can still retreat in such an orderly manner?" Andrea frowned.

Not to mention that the Pirate Kingdom suffered a great defeat this time, even in a battle with equal strength, "retreat" is a taboo word. For most armies, the order of "retreat" will lead to a defeat on the whole line. There are only two situations where orderly retreats can be carried out during the battle: either the army itself is well-trained, or the soldiers believe that the generals who command the army can win.

A horse appeared on the shore. The army of the Pirate Kingdom noticed the failure at sea and rushed to the shore to provide support.

"Enough, stop chasing!" Andrea ordered with a dark face.

Avros behind Andrea blew the music that meant the withdrawal of troops. The sound was like the whimpering sound of the dead souls on the battlefield.

The navy of the Republic of Liguria began to clean the battlefield.

"Marson! Sink 169 enemy ships and capture 52!" Ansaldo excitedly boarded the flying Shiranui, "The enemy fleet has lost one third! This is an epic victory!"

"Epic victory? Do you think so?" Andrea looked at the direction of the retreat of the Pirate Kingdom, and looked at Azov again, looking at the city of Azov, looking quite dissatisfied. "Didn't you find it? The enemy's fighting spirit has not decreased at all. We only won one battle, and the victory and defeat of the entire battle are still unknown!"

"This... does the marshal think they will make a comeback?"

"Come back? Look over there, their besieged camp has not even moved! What exactly are those army idiots doing?"

Andrea knocked the crutch hard on the deck.

"Follow me to go to the city and ask what's going on!"

The gates of Azov against the sea were wide open. The soldiers guarding the city poked their heads out on the walls and welcomed Andrea weakly. But when the "Flying Zelamite" steadily docked at the pier, there were still thunderous applause on the walls - this outrageously huge ship has allowed them to continue having nightmares since they appeared on the battlefield.

As soon as Andrea got off the ship, a group of parliamentarians, generals and wealthy businessmen supported each other and surrounded him. Andrea had a dark face, grabbed a general who reached out to him, and asked loudly: "Why didn't you cooperate with the navy to attack?"

"Yuan, Marshal?" the general pointed to his cracked lips and said in a nearly begging voice, "Can we drink some water first?"

Andrea snorted coldly, threw the general to the ground, then waved his hand to signal his subordinates to bring the tamasuke stored by the fleet and distribute it to the soldiers guarding the city.

After drinking a glass of water, the group of people finally became a little energetic and their faces seemed comfortable.

"My navy has just defeated the fleet of the Pirate Kingdom, why are your army hiding in the city and not coming out?" Andrea continued to question, "If you just cooperate with the navy to attack their besieged camp, these pirates have now been driven back to Scandinavia! Why should they gain a foothold?"

"Marson Andrea, you see, how could we have the strength to fight just now?" an army general replied slowly, "And the enemy's commander is the Ragna Lodbrok. The army he commanded cannot be defeated. If he had just left the city to fight, I'm afraid Azov would not be ours now."

"You would rather die of thirst than go out of the city to fight?"

"Marson Andrea, you are here, how can we die of thirst!" A wealthy businessman replied with a smile, "As long as you keep the sea route, all kinds of materials will be sent to Azov City. Even if the Pirate Kingdom is surrounded for a year, it will not be able to surround it!"

"You have given up the great fighter plane." Andrea raised his head and sighed with regret, "I don't know how the enemy's commander will attack us next time."

"Marcedes-Master, I think you're over-concerned," Ansardo said, "Even if the enemy comes again next time, as long as you are with Marshal, we will be as stable as Mount Tai. Even if you are not with Marshal, relying on me alone will be enough to drive them back to the shore."

"Yes, yes! With the Marshal you are here, we will never lose the power to control the sea!" A member of parliament said, "Today, Marshal you won a big victory. Why do you do about those irrelevant things? Come on, let's go here, we have arranged a triumphal ceremony for you!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Andrea walked into Azov. A beautiful woman ran to him and put a golden crown on his head. She congratulated her: "Marson, you will surely achieve more and more brilliant victories in the future, and the entire ocean will surrender to your reputation!"

Andrea stopped suddenly, stared at the girl, and said seriously: "If this was a triumphal, what you should say now is: 'Remember, you are still just a mortal'."

"That is the custom of the Qiqiu Empire!" A wealthy businessman laughed, "Marcel, we don't need to be so stern in our eyes as they do! You are the pillar of the Republic, and no matter how high you praise it!"

There was a sound of echoing sound around. The people of Azov were celebrating this victory selflessly, but the navy familiar with Andrea keenly noticed that Andrea's crutches were frequently hitting the ground - a sign of his rage.

"The customs of the Seven Hills Empire?" Andrea tried his best to suppress the anger in his voice, "The Republic of Liguria is the republic of the Seven Hills Empire, and the Ligurians are the Seven Hills Empire! Ansaldo, let's go back to the ship!"
Chapter completed!