Urban Warfare

The standoff at sea continued. France's fleur-de-lis banner, Spain's Burgundian cross, and Britain's Union Jack fluttered in the wind as naval guns trained on one another.

But that did not stop the expeditionary forces that had already landed in the harbor from continuing their mission.

They split into several reconnaissance squads and dispersed into the city.

Each squad was led by a King's Sharp Blade and five Armored Infantrymen, followed by dozens of musketeers in khaki uniforms, checking every street for enemy ambushes.

The pitch-black alleys seemed to conceal a monster capable of devouring everything.

Watching the scouts disappear into them, Lieutenant Colonel Scott felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

But his attention was quickly drawn away from the scouts.

He shouted, "Stop standing around! Everyone, set up coastal defenses immediately! Haul out the artillery and aim it at those damned Frenchmen! Send some men to check whether those Texans' antique coastal guns are still there!"

Two English soldiers entered a relatively luxurious residence.

"No one's in this house. The owners left in quite a hurry. They dropped this!"

Grinning happily, one man picked up several silver coins scattered across the floor and stuffed them into his pocket, then leisurely examined a family portrait of three hanging on the wall.

"Tch. The owner's wife is pretty cute."

His companion opened the drawers one by one, trying to find any valuables left behind. "They say Texas is a den of demons, but from what I can see, it isn't much different from some small country town back home. Are we spending the night in this city?"

"What else? There are ready-made houses here, better than pitching tents in the wilderness. I heard Texas mosquitoes can kill people, and Nightingale's medical unit didn't come with us this time."

Outside the residence, the