When the first light of dawn broke through the horizon, the small port town of Betbury entered their sight. The warships were shrouded by the morning fog, making it difficult for the town's inhabitants to detect the imposing vessel that loomed just offshore.
Wagner who was standing at the forefront of his flagship, surveyed the scene ahead with a calculating gaze. "Prepare to land!" He said after finding out that Betbury has no significant defensive features.
As his commands reverberated across the decks, the sailors scurried around, preparing for landing vessels. The small boats were swiftly lowered into the water, their sides splashing as soldiers eagerly climbed aboard.
The soldiers propelled their boats to the shore with their movements perfectly synchronised. The steady cadence of their strokes echoed in the air, producing a rhythmic sound.
