Gaulunaro, Maruri Port.
Lawrence stood by the railing, gazing at the neatly arranged warships on the sea. The sea breeze blew, pushing the waves to crash against the bricks beneath him.
With the conflict of the White Tide Strait, the garrison at Maruri Port has been gradually increasing. As a logistics base, it maintains the continuation of the war. Besides the warships sent to the White Tide Strait, some warships without any numbers have also increased in the port.
Some officers expressed doubts about this, not only due to these mysterious warships but also as more and more unfamiliar soldiers appeared in sight. They tried to trace the affiliation of these warships, but ultimately all they could reach was a fog, hard to penetrate.
"On the eve of war..."
Lawrence whispered, reaching out to feel the cool evening breeze.
