"According to the determination of the chart and sextant, we have entered the coastline of Shaan... I saw the lighthouse of Valhiblin!" Standing on the watchtower, the grassland elf Mimiamm raised the iron horn in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Prepare to harbor! Tell the big guys on earth who maintain public order! We do not accept any fugitives! Here is too close to Ashbey, let them go on land!" The captain finished speaking loudly and came to the chart hanging on the main mast: "Tell the frigate! The first wave of the squad has discovered the new Eden raid ship, so that they can widen their eyes!"

The second wave of the fleet arrived at the northernmost end of the eastern part of Shaan on the seventeenth day after the war began. The city of Valhiblin had become a huge transit station. The players of Ashby, Canary and Moggs gathered together to the fleet and headed south. As the largest deep-water port in the eastern part of Shaan, Valhiblin was filled with various supplies. The fleet heading south sent them to the coastal cities that needed supplies, and then took the cubs to the north.

On the 27th day, the second wave of the ship's fleet came to their destination, Roblin Chian of Shaan. When they were approaching the port, the entire port, along with the street lights of the dock area and the newly-established wooden stakes, were hung with hanging people. The players' battle group forced the city to take over and wiped out all the resistance. They collected all the cubs that could be found, whether it was a beggar's son or a noble daughter, who were bathed and changed into clean clothes.

The transporters in the convoy unloaded their cargo at the northern dock and then pulled them down to the southern dock to pick up people.

"This kid can't go up, he's too big." After the third boat leaned on the dock and put down the gangway, one and a half of the boys in the queue were dragged out of the queue. The captain in charge of picking up the guy pointed at the boy who was two taller than him, and shook his head at the player who was running on the boat and was responsible for docking: "Let him go down."

"No, this indigenous child must follow you." The human player who was connected refused the request of the grassland elf captain.

"Then I will throw him off the boat. I will do what I said. Your Highness ordered us not to pick up and drop off children over fourteen years old. This little thing has obviously passed." The prairie elves captain pulled out the musket at his waist: "Either you let him go down, or I will throw him down after I kill him, or you can try to grab the boat, but I can guarantee that no more ships will dock in Roblinsian."

"His father is a longbower in the Central War Zone of Shaan. His two uncles died on the Western Front. One of them was ambushed by New Eden. The refugee team in which the other family is located has not been able to leave the Central War Zone until now. We don't even know if they can come out." The docking player protected the child with his own body: "He has two younger brothers and a mother, but during the city riot, his mother was killed, one of the two younger brothers was eaten by the mob, and the other brother disappeared... Do you know what it means to disappear in the slums during the riot? We only found him and let him go. Our team can pay the price of leaving a loyal ethnic team for this."

"..." The prairie elf captain was silent for a while. Finally, he put away the musket in his hand and turned around and shouted: "Mamahi! Dardanell! Go and throw the heaviest wooden sofa in my bedroom, the carved wooden stand and the flowers above it into the sea!"

Then the grassland elf turned around and shot the human player, and he walked to the half-baby: "Life, remember today, boy, your life was exchanged for my favorite thing. You must not die before you can spread your family, do you know?"

Without waiting for the boy to answer, he turned around and looked at the crew member responsible for guiding the child: "Dear, why are you still stunned? Put on him in safety clothes."

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"Let me see if we can force Sesenim to the point where he throws his beloved furniture into the sea... Our trouble is not over yet." The commander of the grassland elf team standing on the shore shook his head as he looked at his fellow person who was throwing flower pots to the sea.

The docking assistant standing beside him shook his head: "Commander, according to the current number, we still lack a boat."

"In other words, there are four hundred more children... Our fleet has a total of twenty transport ships, and one ship requires 20 more children... Is the capacity full?"

"Yes, sir, you can see that all the captains are abandoning their furniture and unnecessary decorations." The assistant shook his head, looking helpless: "What should we do."

"...Tell the frigate that the freshwater buckets carried on each transport ship will be divided into part of them, and 20 children... They must be taken away. We cannot take the adults away, but we cannot leave the children." After the commander said that, he turned his head to look at the big player on the earth: "Do you still have half of your eldest sons to leave?"

"There are about 3,600 children aged 14 to 16." The human commander shook his head with a wry smile: "I always thought you were cold-blooded and ruthless guys, but now seeing the actual situation, I have to say that you have done well enough. It's not that you are ruthless, but the fact is that you have tried your best." Looking at a scene where a transport ship had even begun to dismantle the bow of the ship, he sighed: "Anyway, I want to thank you."

"... Each boat has another one hundred and twenty more children... My assistant, go and tell the young men on the transport ship that I need some volunteers who can stay with me and exchange boat qualifications with the children." The grassland elf commander pursed his mouth: "The youngest ten sailors on each boat must stay on the boat, and the oldest ten sailors must get off the boat and tell them to throw away everything that can be thrown away. By the way, see if there can be some ballast stones reduced."

"No problem, commander." The assistant ran quickly towards the parked traffic boat.

"You...you must be crazy, this is hell." The human commander looked at the grassland elves in front of him in disbelief.

The latter smiled and shook his head: "Our ancestors had experienced such hell thousands of years ago, it was just a little bit."

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Finally, after leaving all the combat boats and pilots of the regiment, as well as enough data for volunteer sailors, the second wave of the detachment began to return north, and at the same time, the northernmost line of defense in the Eastern Theater Command had already reported contact with the New Eden Legion.

Two days later, the various legions of New Eden began to fully contact the eastern defense line of the Sha'an Kingdom.

At the same time, Marceau and Yan put on the judge's robe again. The two airships had reached the southernmost end of the Canary. Next, they would go along the coastline to Valhiblin's disgust for Ashby. At the same time, in order to avoid looking directly at Ashby's disgust, the cat and the cat girl gave up their plan to fly over the kingdom of Tongashby.

The girls probably arrived at Valhibrin a week later. For Marceau, there was not much time left, but at least their arrival could save some innocent people.
Chapter completed!