A team of about sixty people trekked through the sparse Haral Mountains. Although it was winding, its target was directed towards the Milani Castle on the cliff.

This is Kron's team, a fully armed team, and perhaps the strongest land combat team in the Drake Chamber of Commerce's toughest ability.

The entire team consists of 20 Vikings from Scandinavia and 30 Miskito from West India, who are brave and decisive. Leif and Kao are their leaders.

Each person was given a maritime commuter spear, an armed belt with three Dublin short guns inserted, the bullet was loaded and the muzzle was raised.

According to personal characteristics, Vikings are long swords, battle axes, hammers and shackles. Miskito prefers long-handled spears, forks and small axes with short-handled handles.

The diverse weapons are the characteristics of Drake's elite stormtroopers, because they are not as disciplined as the sailors and are difficult to play their advantages in qualifying. However, they are good at relying on narrow and complex decks to form small team-scale battle formations, complement each other's offense and defense, and fight against strong enemies together.

Only those with personal strength exceeding the entire team have the privilege of fighting alone, specifically Lef with swords and shields, Kao with spears and axes, and Lorraine, Henna, Wang Ye and Xiao Sanmei who did not participate in this sudden outbreak.

Noah and Pierce are exceptions. One of them is a hunter who is born lonely and the other is a mid-range shooter who needs space. Although they do not have the privilege of fighting alone, the warriors assigned to them only perform pure protection and try not to interfere with their rhythm.

In addition to these soldiers, there were three newly joined translators and Valkyrie's deputy lieutenant Kerry, who were always close to Kren and the other three. Five robed men were surrounded by soldiers.

The five men were in cross-shaped positions, and their weapons were similar to those of the soldiers. Even though they were heavily guarded, they still covered their heads and faces with large clothes.

The team has been moving in the mountains for nearly an hour, with the mountain roads twisting and steep. The straight distance from the ridge of the position to Milani Castle is only 2.2 kilometers. After walking for so long, the castle is still hanging in the distance.

Kron couldn't help but suspect that Kassadi was deliberately taking a detour.

He ordered the team to stop and walk to the middle of the robe by a forest of bushes.

"Col. How long will it take for us to reach the castle cliff?"

"The door is right in front of it, no more than an hour." Hassad's voice came from under his robe. "Halal is the treasure of Allah to sharpen his scimitar. The redstone is soaked with pagan blood, and every valley is covered with sharp sword peaks. Allah protects the tomb of the Saint with it. We can only spend a lot of time if we want to conquer it with our feet."

"But there will always be times when you are conquered." Kron spitted on the red stone under his feet, "There will always be times when you are conquered."

The team started again, silently looking for a path in the rugged state, and climbing upwards constantly. Soon, they finally arrived at the "door".

The door is the gateway to Milani Castle, where two stone mountains are squeezed, leaving only a narrow path between two people.

The trail is flanked by cliffs, and passing through it will lead to a wide and steep ramp, the castle is right at the tip of the ramp, overlooking the vast bay of Muscat.

Kron wiped his sweat: "This is... the door?"

He thought desperately about dealing with it.

The terrain of the door was not considered earlier, and it could not be seen from the ridge of the cannon formation.

According to the original reserve plan, if an accident occurs, three light guns will bombard the castle, wall and ramp respectively, disrupt the formation of the garrison, and create a chance for a breakthrough for the contingents deep into the enemy's formation.

But with the door, as long as the garrison locks this natural level, the contingent has almost no chance of escaping, at most... a few people...

Kron's face became shaky: "Lef, Viking Ban comes in with us, Kao takes Miskitoban to guard the door, if..."

Click!

A whisper of a crunched branch came from above, and Kron was shocked and raised his head suddenly.

At some point, dense soldiers emerged from the rocks on both sides of the door, with at least two or three hundred people, distributed at a span of more than one hundred meters. Everyone raised their guns and looked solemn.

A warrior wrapped in a white turban shouted in the front: "Dirty pagans, no matter what secret you come to Mirani with, the door will become your grave! Now, take advantage of the pitiful rest of your life, kneel down and repent!"

The sailors raised their guns in panic.

The height difference between thirty and fifty meters, and the number of people is only one-quarter or even less than that of the other party, they fell into the trap and had almost no chance of survival.

Kron's eyes turned red.

"Restrain!" He rushed out of the team with great strides. Leif quickly took off his shield and blocked him regardless of it.

The soldiers on the mountain were a little turbulent. Someone accidentally pulled the trigger. With a bang, the bullet shattered at Kron's feet.

"restraint!"

Kron suppressed the sailors who wanted to fight back and swept through the crowd fiercely. In the end, he did not stop on any of them, twisted his head, and looked straight at the white turban.

"We have no intention of fighting!" he shouted, "Let me see your commander, and I am ordered to convey peace to him!"

"Peace?" the white turban burst into laughter, "Peace brought by the invaders?"

"You don't know much about this war, sir! At least Europa's long history makes every white man know that giving decision-making power to the nobles will always end better than a thrilling impulse."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kron regretted it.

In desperation, he blurted out the white man's self-esteem, which would become a bridge of communication in the white world, but once the skin color deviation occurs, it would be like a declaration of war.

The white turban is already furious.

He gritted his teeth and raised his arms: "Allah gives us intuition, despicable people, you will never know the feelings of God. It is because of the great existence that we will never make mistakes!"

"Soldiers of Allah, turn these dirty maggots into new redstones in Haral! Prepare..."

"Qasim, stop." Colonel Hassad took off his hood and showed his face unreservedly under the sun. "Take me to see my brother, the whites don't want to fight the great Hassad family."

"Ba...Bashaal...Master?"

...

"The altitude of the turret is 26.5 meters, the gun gate is 4, the top gun position is 6; the altitude of the turret is 24.5 meters, the top gun position is 4; the altitude of the city wall is 15 meters, the double-deck gun is 8 at the top and bottom... This is... a castle has 30 guns." Kerry counted with his fingers, "This group of Arab madmen... If the Jalari Castle opposite is the same, the firepower of these two castles alone will be far greater than that of the port turrets."

"And a capital of 9,000 people actually arranged more than 100 heavy artillery on the coastline... They just believe that their capital will be invaded?"

"In fact, they were indeed invaded, just like the Miskitos." Kao walked past the side in a muffled voice.

"Too."

Kron's contingent was taken to the castle and kept in the middle of the towering wall under the surveillance of two hundred soldiers.

This castle was first built in the 16th century.

At that time, Portugal conquered the Omanites. General Mercado Caraca, who was then the admiral of the Muscat garrison fleet, personally built the entire Muscat shore defense system, including the shore defense fortress on the port of Matola, and the Mirani and Jalari Castles built on the east and west rocks of the bay.

When it was first built, Milani Castle had only a simple city wall and sixteen heavy artillery gates on the city wall. In 1650, the Omani people recaptured Muscat and established the Muscat Sultanate. It took more than a hundred years to build the garrison tower, the oval artillery tower and other supporting fortifications, and finally formed the current 30 gate shore defense scale.

The present Milani Castle is fortified by two towers and connected by a long wall equipped with built-in notches for igniting cannons.

The castle also has roadblocks, cannons and reservoirs for storing rainwater.

They also dug deep and huge city defense trenches on the steep slopes on land. In addition to the suspension bridge near the tower and the downward stairs connecting the coastal pier, the entire castle is isolated from the world and is almost independent, making it extremely difficult to attack from the outside.

But the attackers can't really get around them.

For example, Lorraine, even though he fought for Valkyrie to capture the coastal fortress, Muscat's main city was within the range of the castle on both wings, and the landing troops could only attack the palace with fierce artillery fire.

Such tough battles may be the norm of war in the eyes of the Asian army in the mid-20th century, but in the 18th century, even France and Prussia, famous for their army, could not order their soldiers to charge towards the target under such circumstances.

The only way to capture Muscat was to seize Milani Castle. Before leaving, Lorraine told Kron this way, so Kron risked his life to bring Drake's loyal warriors into this dead land, waiting at the gun, and waiting silently.

A full half an hour passed...

Karen, who was nervous, finally heard the sound of the tower gate opening. Colonel Kassadi and a strong middle-aged man with a figure similar to him came out hand in hand. With the crowd of heavy troops, the sailors who separated Drake and walked straight to Karen.

"Pagan, are you the messenger of your admiral?"

Kron corrected the god: "I am not a messenger, Lord General, I am the plenipotentiary representative. Everything I promise here is equivalent to the promise of the Drake General Chamber of Commerce."

"Very good." The general's accent was a bit strange, and he was obviously not proficient in French. "Bashar, my brother said you destroyed the powerful fleet of Bagala."

"This is not accurate. The 68th gate of your God-given Sultan is still anchored in the port, anchoring alone."

"The God-given Sultan is just a useless toy!" The general waved his hand carelessly, "Are you going to capture the Alam Palace, right?"

"That depends on the general's decision." Kron knew that this sentence was the most critical question and answer. The success or failure of this trip was here. "The admiral's original words were that if the general chose to protect the family, we would lead the palace; if the general chose to protect the sultan, we would go back to the house immediately."

General Kazardi narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light shone out from the cracks of his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Karen at a glance.

"Pagan, you're lying!"

"We have different beliefs, but no matter how different the faith is, the Lord will not allow the bad deeds of lies."

The lights became sharper and gathered together, directly clenching Kron's eyes.

"Will I become the Sultan of Batinai?"

"This is contrary to our promise." Karen's answer was full of energy. "We have no intention of splitting your country's rule. The Muscat Sultanate will only have one sultan, and this sultan will still sit in the luxurious Alam Palace after the war."

"The Batinai region will usher in a governor, a powerful and wealthy noble family. You will have your own armed forces, make your own laws, have your own friends and enemies, and enjoy the taxes and everything else in the Batinai region. But this family will not become a sultan. The sultan is the authority of the Maharaja. The Drake Chamber of Commerce does not want to and wants to be involved."

"Then will I become the governor of Batinai?"

"This is also contrary to our commitment." Kron still did not evade. "The candidate we promised to be your younger brother, Mr. Colonel Hassad, who can entrust, share or authorize the rights to you, but we will not make any decisions on his behalf."

"Cunning white man..." General Kazardi leaned over, raised his head, and showed a hideous smile at the tall and magnificent Kron.

Kron never retreated.

The two of them had a stalemate for a full minute, and the general suddenly stood up and turned around suddenly: "Soldiers! Rebellion!"

"oh!"
Chapter completed!