Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 391 - 77: Father and Daughter

"They have already started landing."

From afar, Losa stood on the hilltop, gazing at the happenings on the coast.

Adorned in various family outfits, tattooed Wolf Race warriors were leaping from the high ship rails into the sea, paddling small boats, and striving towards the shore. Without a port for the tens of thousands of ironclad ships to dock, they could only land this way.

The small boats quickly surged onto the beach, and the Wolf Race warriors jumping off formed a loose formation, hardly resembling a military force.

The loosely structured Wolf Race Expedition Army, "Expedition Army" was just a name. Ultimately, they were just family-based gang enforcers.

Yet even so, these over a thousand Wolf Race warriors with exceptionally high average combat power were still considered outstanding extraordinary combat power, even in Yesterday’s Giant Ship World.

Many Wolf Race warriors were equipped with firearms.

On some of the small boats, Losa even saw small rapid-fire cannons, with burly gunners carrying one cannon on one shoulder, and an ammo box in the other hand.

It’s no wonder this time Record World brought along attendants, not his own soldiers. His troops are elite in the secular world but would likely evaporate quickly in such high-intensity modern warfare.

At this moment.

Chelina suddenly warned: "Watch out!"

Only to see a Wolf Race Centurion looking like a leader, with sharp brown eyes like a hawk, staring at Losa and his group on the hilltop. He mumbled a bit, and the rapid-fire cannons instantly aimed at the hill.

"Let’s go!"

The group quickly relocated.

Not far had they moved when a barrage of artillery fire resounded from behind.

"These guys shoot really accurately. The freshly brought cannons, without even setting up the mounts or calibrating, still hit so accurately?"

Wearing a cowboy hat, Mordak from Basilicata Corner, with a ruggedly crafted revolver at his waist, exclaimed in amazement.

Luckily, these small rapid-fire cannons aren’t very powerful. If it were ship cannons, one shot would leave several hundred meters of barren ground, and they might all be wiped out.

Chelina solemnly said: "The Wolf Race’s military industry is quite ordinary; their cannon numbers are limited. Even if they hit accurately, they’re not as threatening as those dozens of Centurions."

Nineteen families participated in the expedition from the Two Sicilies Wolf Race. Excluding Basilicata, each of the eleven higher families sent several Centurions, and the smaller families at least sent one, totaling not fewer than thirty Centurions.

It must be noted, in the Wolf Race, a Centurion is a top tier title. Hans’s combat power level within the Centurions can only be said as competent, yet still far from reaching the upper limit.

"The leader of this Expedition Army is ’Francisco the Ripper’ from the Yakxi Family, a pure-blooded Wolf Race, whose blood purity is reputedly almost close to the Wolf Lord. At full force, perhaps only Jeanne might hold an attribute advantage to spar with him."

"Indeed a thorny issue."

Losa furrowed his brow.

Even if soldier against soldier, centurion against centurion, Basilicata has ten Centurions to trade blows, Jeanne to confront this "Ripper," what about the remaining twenty-something Centurions? Are they supposed to be dealt with by just a few of them?

"Let’s move out; the enemy’s general intel matches what I previously learned."

Speaking of "previously," in reality, it was all information Chelina gathered post-civil war in the original world line, slowly heard from rumors. The Wolf Race Expedition Army’s goal this time was a sneak attack, intending to catch Basilicata off guard at the start, so how could they have exposed too much intel?

...

Texas is filled with endless stretches of open fields, prairies, deserts, hills; due to its vastness and sparse population, it’s a natural pastureland.

En route to Wolf Castle, Mordak occasionally led Losa’s group to some "secret supply points" for rest.

These were shared supply points of the Texas Wolf Race, even many human cowboys knew their exact locations, not particularly hidden, so they often rested briefly before setting off again.

Battista, the "heroic" wounded, had recovered well. Leveraging the Wolf Race’s strong recovery ability, by the next morning, he was already able to jog on horseback by himself.

"Quickly get off my beloved Elizabeth, brat."

"Boss, my injury has healed. We need to hurry up."

Battista riding on Mordak’s white Arabian steed, wore the sun-shading cowboy hat correctly.

Wolf Race mounted police have always excelled in riding skills, already fully integrated with the original cowboy culture of Texas.

"Can you all ride, everyone?"

"Of course."

"Great, we can speed up a bit."

With that, Mordak led out a group of tall and powerful steeds from the stable at the secret supply point.

...

Upon arriving at Wolf Castle, it was almost dark.

Prajna and Jeanne suddenly seemed to sense something,

Furinji was somewhat anxious: "Hey, why do both of you sense things earlier than me?"

Furinji always felt her bond with the adults was the most special, stemming from back in Montreal’s underground, where Losa used her Blood Magic Power to counterattack the Crocodile God.

But now, she didn’t know when it started to feel like she was being left far behind.

"Sir, look over there!"

Hans quietly reminded.

The reunion between father and daughter was devoid of warmth.

"Nina, you’re back."

"Yes, Lord Juliano."

Chelina’s expression was indifferent.

"Long time no see."

"Indeed."

Between father and daughter, silence fell once more.

Jeanne lightly whistled: "Lord Juliano, should I introduce you?"

"Before you stands the chief assassin under my family’s lord, the sole heir of Basilicata, the genius assassin who broke through Yakxi Wolf Race’s siege alone — Miss Basilicata de Chelina."

Hans suppressed his laughter, long gone, yet Lady Jeanne’s mouth was still as venomous.

"I... I know."

A flash of awkwardness appeared on Juliano’s face as he examined the familiar yet unfamiliar girl before him.

At least five or six years had passed since their last meeting. Now, the little girl from back then had grown into a young lady.

As Jeanne described, she came from a future world line where Basilicata’s Wolf Race was exterminated, leaving her as the sole survivor, faced with pursuit from the Two Sicilies Wolf Race, fleeing all the way.

"You’ve endured a lot these years, haven’t you?"

His voice was a bit hoarse.

Chelina lightly responded: "No need to worry, hardship always leads to growth."

On this day, the conversation seemed unable to continue.

"This is the master Nina pledged allegiance to, the captain of Yesterday’s Giant Ship, the legendary keeper of the Tower of Babel?"

Seeing Juliano turn his gaze towards himself, Losa nodded slightly: "It’s me."

"Thank you for your assistance, our Basilicata Wolf Race will remember your kindness."

Losa shook his head: "That’s unnecessary. If it weren’t for Cheninina, I wouldn’t be interested in getting involved in your Wolf Race’s internal conflicts."

He had limited knowledge of Juliano, though he did see the differences between the Wolf Race Federation and the Two Sicilies Wolf Race, but truth be told,