The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

December 5th.

The dark sky was gloomy and dim, the wet and cold sea breeze made the sails whistle, and misty drizzle was mixed in the wind. In such a rainy weather, the Rose Fleet had half of its sails folded up and was sailing on the sea at a not very fast speed.

On the Lightning, Lucat, wearing a coat, brushed off the water droplets condensed on his collar, and with his clenched brows, he looked solemnly at the familiar land opposite.

That is the Port of Botani, the largest seaport in Shenglu. Five months ago, the Rose Fleet set sail from the Port of Botani, and then gathered in the Roman Islands, Sarri and Hungary before setting off for Yan.

It was summer when he left the country and the weather was extremely hot. Now it was December and winter had arrived. This was the last month of the year. In a few moments, he would be able to arrive at Botani Harbor with his fleet and step into the familiar land. However, at this moment, Lucat did not feel much joy in his heart.

He still remembered vividly the scene of meeting the Sarijim on the Unicorn a month ago. The attitude shown by the arrogant and rude James was undoubtedly a portrayal of the Sarijim country.

The brutal Sarij people will certainly vent their anger on their own country because of the failure of this expedition plan. He can foresee that in the coming period of time, both he and the entire country will face a storm.

"Marshal, we will arrive at Botani Port by noon. We are finally back." Leto wiped the water droplets from his face and said with emotion.

Lucat frowned but said nothing.

Leto saw that he was in a bad mood and knew the worries in his heart, so he comforted him:

"Marshal, at least compared to other countries, our fleet returned almost unscathed. This is already a very lucky thing."

However, Lucat was not relieved by this consolation. He rubbed his brows and said in a humming voice: "After James reports to Isabella, our life will be difficult."

When Leto mentioned James, his expression gradually turned gloomy. He said in a deep voice, "The Unicorn Fleet was left behind by us. It will take them a few more days to return to the Roman Islands. If they want to return to Garnate to report, it will be at least the end of the month."

"Humph... this bastard... he will pay the price sooner or later."

He paused, and then continued, "That day, James cursed so harshly after hearing the compensation that the Yan people wanted. I think he must have exaggerated it when reporting to Isabella and tried his best to obstruct it."

Hearing this, Lukat's solemn expression gradually eased, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, saying:

"Oh, that's just right."

"If they don't surrender now, what awaits them will be a fierce offensive from the Yan Nation. Right now... they are still sailing on the sea."

Having said this, Lucat turned his head and looked at the rainy ocean behind him, his eyes gradually looking far away, and then he murmured:

"I think it won't be long before I see them again..."

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December 11, Roman Islands.

As the fleet on the sea gradually appeared in the sight of the people on the island, more and more people ran to the dock. The private soldiers of the Sari country guarding the dock were all confused at this moment.

"What's going on? Why is our fleet back? Aren't they supposed to go on an expedition to Yan Country?"

"Why did you come back at this time? Was there any unexpected situation? Was it a storm?"

There were many speculations, but no one had thought that the result would be a front-line collapse.

At this moment on the Unicorn, the expression on James' face was as gloomy as the weather today. He was wearing a black winter military uniform. The several golden medals that should have been hanging on his chest in the past were nowhere to be seen. They were all put into the suitcase in the cabin by James.

As the pier got closer, James couldn't help but lower the brim of his hat, pursed his lips, and remained silent, not wanting to say a word.

Like him, whether it was the crew of the Unicorn or the entire fleet, everyone had a gloomy look on their faces, with a thick layer of gloom covering their hearts. Morale was at an unprecedented low, and the atmosphere in the fleet was even colder than the current weather, as if it had frozen into ice.

In the afternoon, the Unicorn Fleet approached the dock of the Roman Islands in an orderly manner. After the warships anchored, the officers on each ship led the soldiers off the ship.

"Welcome back, sir!"

The officers who had been waiting on the dock for a long time lined up neatly and saluted in unison when they saw James coming down. They still couldn't figure out why the Unicorn Fleet returned.

Although warships were sent out to pick them up before, there was no response. Now, as the people on the Unicorn Fleet gradually disembarked, they could not feel anything unusual except the soldiers' low mood. This shows that the fleet did not encounter unexpected factors such as a storm at sea that caused it to return.

In the face of the officers' greetings, James still had a sullen face and just walked forward without saying a word.

"What happened, sir?" a major asked, frowning.

James did not answer, and the adjutant who followed him said in a low voice with a sullen face:

"The Dawn Fleet and the Pearl Fleet...were defeated by the Yan people, almost..."

He paused, then continued: "The whole army was wiped out."

His voice was low, but his words undoubtedly came like a bolt from the blue.

"what?"

"How can this be?!"

"Sir, is your information accurate?!"

Almost at the same time, several officers started asking questions all at once. Their expressions were mostly filled with disbelief. They simply couldn't believe this information, even if it came from the adjutant.

No one had ever thought of the possibility that the two fleets sent by the empire could be completely destroyed by the enemy.

The noisy questioning made the silent James' face gradually turn pale. He stopped suddenly, then looked around at the people around him, and then gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"The damn Yan people destroyed our warships and killed countless of our soldiers. Even Marshal Clemento died at the hands of the Yan people, and now these beasts are asking us to compensate them for their losses!"

"How dare they ask us for five thousand tons of gold!"

With a "whoosh" sound, the crowd seemed to explode in an instant.

The words confirmed again by James were undoubtedly the truth, and this fact was so shocking.

Whether it was Clemento's death, the defeat of the two fleets, or the huge compensation proposed by the Yan people, all of them bombarded their minds.

James said angrily at this time:

"Prepare the carriage for me. I want to go to Garnate immediately!!"