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

In the Brando Strait.

The time has passed midnight, which means it is the last day of the year. On this unique day, if it were according to convention, most people would enjoy a rare vacation, even in the military.

This day basically consists of banquets. In each banquet, the cooks will do their best to cook the most precious delicacies. In addition to the delicacies on the table, there must be barrels of freshly prepared "Puqu wine", which is made of fruits, juice, and alcohol. It is simple and quick to prepare, and the alcohol content can be more or less. Therefore, it is suitable for all ages and has become an indispensable New Year's wine for the Golts on New Year's Eve.

When the glasses clink and the wine splashes out, people will hold up their glasses and shout with laughter:

'Cheers! Let's have a smooth journey into the new year!'

However, in the federal fleet that was fleeing back to the port in a hurry, no one had time to think about this day of celebration.

"Can we return to Brulo Harbor tonight?"

Sebastian on the warship pulled his heavy military uniform tightly together. There was a layer of frost on his eyebrows, and his face looked particularly pale under the moonlight.

"If the wind direction does not change, we can return to Brulo Harbor tonight, but the premise is..."

"The enemy ships didn't catch up." The adjutant said with a serious expression, looking at the sea behind him.

Hearing the word "enemy ship", Sebastian rubbed his stiff fingers, opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of white steam. He said hesitantly in a low voice:

"The wind direction is good. There shouldn't be any sudden changes in the next two days. However, our speed is a bit slow..."

As he said this, he looked up and saw a row of large transport ships, which were almost full of army troops. Although they were sailing at full speed with sails pulled high, to Sebastian they were as slow as a snail.

How he wished these warships could sail faster, because then his black powder fleet would not have to follow slowly behind them and provide escort for them.

The adjutant remained silent and did not respond to Sebastian's comment about the slow speed. He couldn't increase the speed at this time and let the transport ship stay at the back.

The Iron Wall Fleet has been led by Chick to intercept the enemy. There is no doubt that this is their sacrifice. Until now, it is unknown how long they can intercept the enemy ships, but according to the number and combat power of the enemy ships, I am afraid...

"Maybe we need to increase our speed, what do you think?" Sebastian suddenly said at this time.

"This..." The adjutant looked hesitant.

Sebastian's face darkened and he said, "Chik led his army to intercept them. At least they can hold them off for a day. Even if the Yan people win, they will have to make adjustments. It's impossible for them to catch up immediately."

"I think it's safe now, so we should return to Brulo Harbor as quickly as possible and bring back the information that the Yan people have entered the strait, so that the land forces can be prepared."

"Instead of following those transport ships slowly like we are doing now, which will delay our chance to fight!"

The adjutant bit his lip and frowned.

"But isn't this a bit risky?"

"If something unexpected happens and the enemy ships catch up, without our escort, these transport ships will be at their mercy."

As soon as the words fell, Sebastian suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said:

"This voyage is an extremely risky move! Chick and I both think that we shouldn't set sail at this time, but Bernhardt ordered us to go to provide support."

"This terrible situation now is all caused by him!"

"If the Iron Wall Fleet is wiped out during the interception, the responsibility will all be on Bernhardt! He must take all the responsibility!"

"You ask us to take risks when we shouldn't, but now we hesitate when we should. It's ridiculous..." He sneered.

These words obviously changed the adjutant's mind. He looked at Sebastian and whispered:

"Then... Sir, how about sending some warships back to report the news, while our main force continues to escort the voyage to prevent any accidents."

After hearing what he said, Sebastian fell silent. He paced back and forth on the deck, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, his face became more and more gloomy, and from time to time he looked back at the sea behind him.

It was already late at night and nothing could be seen. All one could hear was the sound of waves crashing against the ship.

After some consideration, Sebastian stopped, turned his head to look at the adjutant, and said coldly:

"The Yan Kingdom fleet has entered the strait, which means that our navy has lost most of its combat power. If Chikeke and his men are also defeated, then our navy will already be..."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "It was almost a disaster."

"We can't let the entire navy be wiped out, right? General Gustav is still in Salvia and hasn't come back yet. What if he comes back to see this situation? What should we do?"

"The navy's many years of development cannot be destroyed in one day."

Hearing this, the adjutant understood what he meant, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, sir, I understand, you make the decision."

Sebastian also convinced himself at this time. He said with a serious face: "Turn around now and bypass the transport ship. We must return to the port as quickly as possible and park the warship in the harbor."

"To preserve naval strength," he whispered again.

"Yes! Sir!" The adjutant immediately took the order and left.

Sebastian turned around and looked behind him. Perhaps it was too cold at night, his face was now completely bloodless. He lowered his head, huddled in his large, thick military uniform, and still trembled. His extremely pale lips moved slightly, and he muttered to himself:

"No....It's impossible for him to catch up."

"There will be no unexpected situation. We just return to the port one after another."

"We can't delay the fighter plane..."

The night grew darker as he comforted himself, and the cold wind raging on the sea grew more bitter.

In the Yan State fleet that had already ended the battle with the Iron Wall Fleet, the boilers in the cabins were now burning hot. Although it was a cold winter night, the Yan soldiers were shirtless and sweating profusely. They worked hard to shovel coal into the furnace, and in the bright firelight, the hot steam rose high into the sky, bringing with it clouds of water mist.

The soldiers around the fort were preparing ammunition. They had used a lot of it in the previous round of fierce fighting, but fortunately, the ammunition was extremely sufficient. Now they were carrying boxes of ammunition to the fort.

The propellers under the water were spinning at high speed, causing the warships to chase at a speed far exceeding that of the sailing ships.

The Yan army spent the entire night in pursuit. If it weren't for the interception by the Iron Wall Fleet, they would have caught up long ago. That naval battle did delay them for some time.

But as the night passed, their superior speed paid off.

The time came to the next day, just an hour after noon, Qin Ze slowly put down the telescope in his hand while in the Yan Army fleet that was pursuing at full speed.

"What is coming will eventually come."

"It will be the same even if you reach the harbor."

He raised his head and looked at the dark and lightless sky. Thick clouds blocked the sun and the sky refused to let in a single ray of light. The biting cold wind in the air made the air even colder.

"After this naval battle, we should be able to reach the port after midnight."

As he spoke, Qin Ze's gaze gradually fell back, and finally landed on the fleet of ships sailing in the distance.

It was a federal transport ship carrying a large army force.