After three rounds of concentrated Magic Energy Cannon fire, the Twelfth Legion's vanguard successfully landed. Tens of thousands of soldiers attacked by company.
From the beach to the city walls fifteen hundred meters away, the route was completely unobstructed. They encountered no resistance whatsoever.
Amid the ruins, the young man struggled to push away the massive stone crushing him. Wiping the blood from his face, he braced himself against a broken wall and rose to his feet. Watching the enemy troops that had already landed, he realized that whether Born Port City could be defended no longer mattered.
Not far away, several surviving soldiers stood against the wall. Their terrified eyes, trembling legs, and hands that could barely grip their weapons revealed their truest thoughts.
But if they surrendered now, the general nearby might cut them down on the spot.
Seeing this, the young man let out a deep sigh. He drew the longsword at his waist and, before the many surviving soldiers, directly threw it onto the ground.
In an instant, the sound of weapons hitting the ground rang out without end.
With the general taking the lead in surrendering, they had nothing left to worry about.
Before long, the Twelfth Legion soldiers who had rushed onto the walls looked at the enemy soldiers kneeling on the ground with their hands raised over their heads. They exchanged bewildered looks, unsure how to respond.
In all their years of service, this was the first time they had encountered an army that surrendered without even fighting.
"Enter the city."
The order was given, and thousands of soldiers passed the surrendered troops and charged into Born Port City.
On the streets, countless civilians hid inside their homes, doors tightly shut. They clung to their families and trembled uncontrollably as they listened to