Poseidon, formerly the capital of the Longsog Kingdom, had plains to its south and west, mountains to its north, and the sea to its east.
Poseidon was currently under a level-one alert and citywide martial law. The once-prosperous city had become a dead city.
Patrol troops roamed the city, checkpoints had been established in many areas, and everyone entering or leaving was interrogated and searched.
Over the past few days, prominent figures had been assassinated throughout Poseidon, including police officials and military officers.
Flano Serac knew the enemy had infiltrated the city, but no one knew where they were hiding. They could only conduct a carpet search.
Flano Serac knew the enemy was playing psychological warfare with him, keeping him on the defensive. The Great Sword Shield Unit had already encircled the city from the north, west, and south. For now, the eastern coast appeared to be the safest area.
The enemy was closing in step by step, both openly and from the shadows.
Flano Serac desperately wanted to request reinforcements, but the Dion Army was doing everything it could to protect the more important locations on Mars.
Given the Dion Empire's current situation, Poseidon was expendable. Aside from the local troops, the city's defenders consisted of defeated Dion Army remnants.
The morale of the entire city's military was extremely low, and Flano Serac had no way to solve the immediate problem.
If he surrendered, he did not know whether the Skywing Mercenary Group would make things difficult for him. But he knew for certain that the former Longsog Kingdom citizens would never spare a traitor like him. The enraged populace would surely tear him limb from limb.
For now, the only things that could ease Flano's fear were alcohol and women, which could temporarily numb the terror in his