The response echoed throughout the narrow channel, followed by the sound of the ships' engines slowing as they entered the shadow of the enormous cliffs.
Nikolai stood atop the ruined defensive platform, watching both transports gradually approach the inner dock. Despite their damaged armour and the blood covering their decks, they'd somehow managed to survive the worst of Nosferatu's coastal artillery.
'Well, that's one fucking problem solved.'
However, the enormous wall stretching across the end of the channel presented another issue.
Several reinforced bunkers overlooked a concrete pier, while an enormous steel gate separated the harbour from the rest of the island. A narrow road followed the cliffside towards the upper levels, protected by thick walls and several military checkpoints.
Nikolai scratched his head.
'Those bastards really don't want visitors.'
"Boss!"
