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

The wind was raging, carrying snow all over the sky. In the black powder fleet that was rushing towards the port of Brulo, Sebastian's teeth were trembling. He stared at the port in front of him and kept muttering:

"As long as...as long as we can get there..."

“It won’t happen…it won’t happen…”

Adjutant Mark beside him was directing the sailors. He shouted urgently, "Go directly to the inner bay and rush to the embankment. The damn Yan people are following closely. We must get off the ship as soon as possible after landing!"

The terrain of the Brulo Port is sunken. If they had docked as usual, they would have done so at the front shore pier. But the current situation is urgent, and the Yan Kingdom fleet is chasing them, even less than 20 kilometers away. So slowly docking at the front shore is definitely not a good idea. They can only go directly through the front shore pier and enter the inner bay through the pass in the middle of the pier to ensure the safety of the fleet.

There are strong fortifications on the dock in front of the bank. If the enemy wants to pass through the pass and enter the inner bay, they will inevitably have to endure fierce artillery fire.

After giving the order, Mark turned his head and glanced at Sebastian beside him.

Sebastian's distraught look made Mark sigh in his heart, but he still comforted him:

"Sir, cheer up, we will reach the port soon."

Sebastian's eyes were dull, and he kept muttering: "We have arrived at the port... That's good."

Mark rubbed his brows and remained silent. He knew that Sebastian had been defeated and his will to fight had completely disappeared.

What destroyed his will was not the enemy's artillery fire, but the huge mistake he made.

When the choice was made to speed up and abandon the transport ship, the mistake had already been made. And when an accident occurred and the transport ship was actually caught up by the enemy and destroyed, the mistake had expanded to a level that could no longer be forgiven.

Whether it was Sebastian or anyone else on the warship, everyone had become a sinner.

Just as Mark was silent, the soldier on the watchtower shouted urgently: "Sir! The enemy fleet seems to have increased its speed, and they are closing the distance with us!"

"It seems they weren't sailing at full speed before!"

Hearing this, Mark's face changed. When he was about to speak, Sebastian suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Throw all the heavy stuff overboard!"

"The port is not far ahead! We'll be fine once we sail into the inner bay!"

Mark turned pale and shook his head, saying, "Sir, have you forgotten? We threw down everything that could be thrown an hour ago."

"We can't just throw the ammunition boxes down, but that's useless. Their warships are much faster than ours. They only appeared in our sight three hours ago, but they caught up in such a short time. This speed..."

Before he finished speaking, Sebastian suddenly reached out and grabbed Mark's collar:

"Throw!"

"quick!"

"We can't be sunk here! We have to return to land! We have to survive!!" Sebastian's face was distorted, his eyes turned red, and he screamed like a madman.

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Inside the command room of the Brulo Port military camp.

Under the dim light, the windows in the room were open, and the wind outside was whistling, blowing snowflakes into the room little by little. This made the temperature inside the room not much different from that outside. Like the cold temperature, the atmosphere in the room was also exceptionally chilly at this moment.

All the officers surrounding Bernhardt had extremely heavy expressions on their faces. At this moment, a man hurriedly ran in from the open door.

The one who came was an army major. He looked flustered, with a heavy look between his brows. He didn't even have time to catch his breath, and said to everyone urgently:

"Confirmed!"

"The one sailing in the front is General Sebastian's Black Powder Fleet! Their bright flags show that they are in great danger."

"But we only saw battleships coming back, not any transport ships."

"And the fleet following closely behind him..." The major paused for a moment, but the conference table was slammed with a loud bang, followed by angry shouts:

“Identity information!!”

"It's... the Yan Kingdom fleet." The major's throat rolled and he looked at Bernhardt at the conference table, his voice trembling.

As soon as the words fell, several officers let out slight sighs. In fact, they had already guessed from the flags and terms used by the Black Powder Fleet that the fleet following behind was the enemy, but the illusions that still existed in their hearts made them want to get more definite confirmation when they were closer.

Now that the information has been confirmed again, everyone couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

They all know what this means.

Bernhardt, who was leaning against the table, suddenly turned pale. He leaned back and bumped into the table, and his arm accidentally knocked the ink bottle off the table.

With a "clang", the ink bottle shattered to the ground, and the thick black ink gradually soaked the ground.

"Sure enough...it's them."

"Fortunately, the defense forces are already in place." Dingle, the staff officer at the side, twitched his face slightly, moved his eyes away from the puddle of stain on the ground, and said to the people around him.

"Why are only the battleships coming back?" At this time, an army lieutenant general asked with a sullen face.

Everyone was silent. No one answered his question. Dinger turned to look at Bernhardt who was still leaning against the table. Bernhardt's face was getting paler and paler. He held the edge of the table with his hands. His already old face looked even more frail under the dim light. He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Sir, all the troops are in place. The Yan people should want to attack the port. We will repel them here." Dinger walked towards Bernhardt, trying to get the old man in front of him to shift his thoughts to the upcoming war.

He knew that Bernhard must be feeling extremely remorseful at this moment.

The information confirmed at the moment is that the Black Powder Fleet hurriedly returned to the port with only about three hundred warships, and behind them was the Yan State Fleet, so it is easy to guess where the other warships went.

"Because of my misjudgment, so many people died in battle..."

Just as Dinggel guessed, Bernhardt was immersed in a strong sense of self-blame and couldn't extricate himself. Ever since the major came in to deliver the message, this sentence had been echoing in his mind.

When the fleet sailed from the port of Brulo, Bernhardt personally saw them off. At that time, there were more than 900 warships, carrying nearly 160,000 troops, with three divisions fully equipped on board.

Now only 30% of the warships have returned, and they are battleships. So how many people have died in vain at sea because of this wrong decision?

He recalled the conversation he had with Chick, the commander of the Iron Wall Fleet, on the night of sailing, and now every word of Chick was like a bullet shot at Bernhardt.

Self-blame, guilt, and a strong sense of guilt made Bernhardt unable to keep calm. He was on the verge of collapse and was almost completely defeated.

"Sir." Dingle walked to Bernhardt's side and held him up with his hand.

Bernhardt heard Dingle say in a trance:

"Sir, we have to focus on the battle at hand."

"The battle isn't over yet."

"This is our most important port. Behind us is our homeland. We have never been attacked by the enemy before. Whether it is those who have sacrificed their lives or us who are standing here now, we are all ready to sacrifice ourselves."

"But before we sacrifice ourselves, we must defend our country and never let the enemy take a single step forward."

Bernhardt gradually came back from his trance. He hunched over, lowered his head, and a mist gradually welled up in his eyes.

Then he took a deep breath and said with trembling voice through his tightly pursed lips:

"Okay, let's win this battle."

"For those who...died."