"So, aside from an old, dilapidated dock, the enemy had not stationed even a single soldier on this front?"
Inside the Damonster battleship, Reginald could not help but frown slightly as he listened to the report from their reconnaissance vessels, his eyes filled with confusion and incomprehension.
Ever since he had ordered the advance on Blackstone Beach, he had anticipated that John Maslow could not possibly deploy much of a force on this front, which was easy to attack but difficult to defend.
But no matter what, he had never expected the other side to truly not even send out a single scout.
Had the other side completely abandoned this front?
Or had they set up some special trap in a way beyond his imagination?
Reginald continuously considered every possibility in his mind, but after only ten minutes, he decided to proceed with the original plan.
Just as he had said before, no matter what kind of trap the enemy had laid, once their warships unleashed a cleansing bombardment, the enemy's so-called trap would be destroyed.
Once their army successfully landed at Blackstone Beach and coordinated with the Bloodhowl Legion, which had already begun its flanking assault—
At that point, even if John Maslow possessed the wisdom of a god, he would have no chance of leading the Empire's forces out of this artificial island in the face of such an absolute dead end!
"By my command, all naval guns prepare to load and fire! Launch a saturation bombardment against everything within five kilometers of Blackstone Beach!"
"Yes, Marshal!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Countless shells tore through the dense curtain of rain before crashing down upon the ground.
Dull thunderous explosions and dazzling flashes of fire continuously erupted across the Blackstone Beach front.
As time passed, the naval bombardment from the