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

Offshore at the port of Brulo.

"Sir, something seems to be wrong."

In the cabin of the main ship of the Black Powder Fleet, Adjutant Mark spoke to Sebastian who was hiding in the cabin.

Sebastian was curled up in the corner. Hearing this, he raised his head hastily and asked in panic, "What's the situation now? Have they caught up with us? How long will it take for us to enter the inner bay?"

A moment ago, seeing the Yan State fleet getting closer and closer, Sebastian ran into the cabin in great fear and chose to escape.

Mark looked at his panic and said with a worried look on his face: "Yes, sir, they are catching up."

“It’s less than five kilometers away from us, and the distance will gradually shorten, and we still have at least twenty minutes to go to the port.

"what!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sebastian held his head and screamed in panic.

"It's over! It's over! We..."

He stopped shouting in panic, his eyes widened, his expression showing fear and confusion: "But I didn't hear any shelling!"

"Mark! Are you talking nonsense! Mark! What on earth is going on!"

Mark frowned, scratching his hair irritably and said, "That's the situation."

"They have closed the distance with us. If I remember correctly, their shells can be fired within this range, but...but they just didn't fire."

At this point, Mark's face began to become solemn, and he continued:

"I think they...are trying to follow us through the pass into the inner bay."

Although he was in fear, Sebastian immediately understood the enemy's plan after hearing what he said.

"Sir, what...what should we do?" Mark asked hesitantly.

The expression on Sebastian's face gradually became stiff. If the enemy wanted to enter the pass by following them, then they would be using their fleet as a shield in front of them.

He remained silent.

"Sir, it may be too late for us to turn to another port now... Once there is any movement, I think the Yan people will immediately launch an artillery attack." Seeing that Sebastian didn't speak, Mark said with a wandering look.

"leave it."

Suddenly, Sebastian leaned his head against the wall and said this expressionlessly.

"Whatever?" Mark asked.

"Don't worry about anything. Just follow the original plan, go back to the port, enter the inner bay, then get off the boat and return to land."

After saying this, Mark looked down at the wet floor and said, "But then the Yan people will follow us in..."

Before he could finish his words, Sebastian suddenly jumped up, grabbed Mark's neck, slammed him against the bulkhead with a ferocious look on his face, and roared at him face to face:

"That's enough! That's enough!"

"I just want to take the fleet back. I just don't want to die in vain at the hands of the Yan people! What have I done wrong!"

"This is not my fault!! I want to take the fleet back! Back to our land!"

The hoarse roar made Sebastian feel unprecedentedly tired. He panted, slowly lowered his arms, sat down on the ground again, and his eyes became empty again.

Mark rubbed his neck, but a warm current rushed to his eyes. He turned around quickly. Before leaving the cabin, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and made a trembling voice:

"Yes, sir."

"Then let's go back."

"Returning to our motherland..."

-

Bernhardt, who gradually regained his confidence from the major blow, is now faced with a new "decision".

In the command room, a latest urgent report was delivered.

"The Black Powder Fleet will arrive at the port of Brulo in about twenty minutes. They want to go directly through the pass into the inner bay!"

"But... the enemy is right behind them. If they are not stopped, they will arrive at the port of Brulo in 20 minutes!"

As soon as the major who was delivering the message finished speaking, everyone's faces turned extremely grim.

Dinger was the first to speak. He said with a sullen face, "We can't just let the enemy reach the port. The fall of the Star Islands is a lesson. Once the enemy lands on the beach, it will be out of control."

His words were recognized, and the officers said one after another:

"It only took a few days from the fall of the Star Archipelago to the enemy's attack on our port. The enemy's swiftness of attack far exceeded our expectations. Under such circumstances, we must strike them at every key strategic location as much as possible!"

"If we land with the Black Powder Fleet, the enemy and us will be mixed together, making it even more difficult to launch an attack!"

"We must blow the horn immediately to inform the Black Powder Fleet to launch a counterattack!"

Hearing this, Dinger's eyes dimmed and he whispered, "If they can fight back, they won't flee back to the port without caring about anything."

The officers' faces froze as they realized this problem.

Then, they all looked at Bernhardt who was silent.

"Sir, how should we deal with their arrival?" one person asked.

Bernhardt looked gloomy and asked, "Whose arrival are you referring to?"

The officer who asked the question froze, lowered his head and said, "The enemy, and... the black powder fleet."

Bernhardt sighed in his heart. He did not make an immediate judgment after the problem occurred as he did in the past.

This time, he thought about it for a long time, but every minute and every second that passed meant that the situation was getting worse and worse, and the defenders on the shore were becoming more and more passive.

A minute and a half later, Bernhardt raised his head and looked at Dingle. He didn't say anything, but the look he gave him expressed his request for help.

Bernhardt was no longer able to make a wise decision on his own.

Facing Bernhardt's gaze, Dinger put down his fist that was resting on his chin, looked at him sternly and said:

"If the enemy enters the pass, they will be able to land in the inner bay without restraint. Once their forces spread to a level that we cannot contain, the entire western coast will be plunged into war."

"We must do our best to use the sea defenses we currently have to intercept and consume the enemy."

"The Black Gunpowder Fleet is unable to launch a counterattack, so they will become the guides for the Yan Kingdom Fleet..."

At this point, Dinger paused for a moment, turned his gaze away from Bernhardt's face, looked around at the people around him, and then continued:

"We must intercept them all and prevent any warship from entering."

After saying the last sentence, his gaze returned to Bernhardt's face.

Bernhardt was frozen all over, feeling as if he had fallen into an icy cave after hearing these words. A few days ago, he issued an order to send reinforcements, but tonight he learned that this order had cost the lives of countless people.

And now, a complete interception means that those on the Black Powder Fleet will also face death.

"Sir, we must make a decision in time. The enemy is approaching us. The longer we delay, the more unfavorable the situation will become." Dingle said in a deep voice.

Bernhardt opened his mouth, but still no sound came out.

At this moment, for the first time, the old man, who had been marching and fighting for decades, felt the absurdity of war in his mind.

From the former Golts Empire to today's Delta Federation, it has been more than ten years of almost non-stop wars. The country has developed to this day, and it is visibly stronger, all thanks to the wars.

But how come war has become so absurd and ridiculous today? It is so ridiculous that we need to fire artillery at our own people just to stop the enemy from coming in the war?

War brings glory and pride, but now, Bernhardt could not feel a trace of it. He only felt that the enemies brought by the war were so cruel that they forced him to make cruel orders.

At this time, he finally said:

"Just do it."

After the order was given, the officers hurried out of the command room, and Dingle also trotted to make more detailed deployments.

In the empty command room, Bernhardt slumped down in a chair. He took off his hat, revealing a head full of white hair. Then, he covered his face with his hands, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, and painful groans gradually came out from between his fingers.

"Lord.....please forgive me, a sinner..."