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

The soldiers on the front line hoped that the enemy would withdraw immediately to end the battle, but at the same time they secretly hoped that they could come directly to kill them instead of hiding in the distance and launching meaningless bombardment. As long as they dared to come directly to kill them, they would be able to avenge their dead comrades.

This conflicted mentality not only appeared in the hearts of the soldiers on the front line, but many officers in the command room in the rear also thought so.

Ever since Matthias brought back the news that the Star Islands were attacked, these officers who were stationed in various places immediately rushed to the port of Brulo to fill the vacancies of the troops sailing from the port of Brulo. They had not slept well these days, and tonight, the sudden attack of the enemy doubled their mental stress.

The Black Powder Fleet was completely sunk by the enemy in front of them. Such a tragic scene made the troops on the ground feel deeply saddened. If a fierce battle takes place next that leaves them no time to grieve, it may allow them to vent the anger and pressure that has accumulated in their hearts.

But what should have happened [the enemy attacked fiercely, we defended the port desperately, and engaged in fierce fighting with them], did not happen.

They just stayed in their shells like turtles and were bombarded by the enemy for several hours.

It remains so until now.

In the command room, Dingle rubbed his somewhat stiff eyes, then turned to look at Bernhardt, who was sitting in a chair with his forehead supported by his hands.

Dingle shook his head and said:

"The shelling shows no signs of stopping. It doesn't look like they're going to attack, but they won't withdraw. What's the purpose? Are they trying to intimidate?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Major General Tachino, the commander of the 52nd Division beside him, coughed lightly and said:

"If they don't withdraw, it means they still want to attack, but the time has not come yet."

Dinger nodded slightly, and then said, "If you want to attack us when we are relaxed, it should be an hour before dawn."

As he spoke, he took out his pocket watch and took a look at it, then continued, "That's four hours later."

"Maybe."

"Who knows what they thought."

"The entire army is on alert tonight. There's no time to relax. Let alone dawn. As long as the Yan people have not withdrawn, we will be on alert every day. It will be the same no matter how long they delay the attack." Everyone spoke in a disjointed manner.

Seeing that Bernhardt had been silent and his face could not be seen, Dinger walked up to him and whispered beside him: "Sir, the situation is not particularly urgent now. The Yan people should not attack in a short time. You..."

Before he finished speaking, Bernhardt suddenly raised his head, his cloudy eyes had turned red, he rubbed his forehead vigorously, then looked at everyone and said:

"Everyone, cheer up. Don't relax just because the Yan people haven't taken the next step."

"They kept firing but didn't launch an attack on the dock. They wanted to consume our energy and paralyze our combat awareness."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone straightened their bodies and their faces became solemn again.

Dingle swallowed back his unfinished words.

Bernhardt slowly stood up and pushed the window open a crack. The cold air blowing in his face made his somewhat turbid consciousness clear up a lot. He stood in front of the window and continued:

"The Yan people broke into the strait and chased our fleet to the port of Brulo. They were only a few kilometers away from us, which is enough to show that the port of Brulo is a strategic target that they must seize."

“Don’t take it lightly!”

"Yes! Sir!" Everyone looked stern and answered in a loud voice.

Bernhardt nodded slightly, then walked towards the door and said, "Never underestimate the enemy's determination at any time."

"They have come all the way to attack us. Their ambitions have been fully revealed. This war will not end so easily."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed open the tightly closed door and stepped into the circular corridor outside the door.

Compared to the warm room, the open-air corridor was much colder. The snow that had drifted in earlier had accumulated into a thin layer on the ground. Bernhardt took a deep breath, but the cold air rushing into his throat choked him and made him cough. He covered his mouth to suppress the cough.

Looking over the corridor railing, he looked out to sea. Those Yan country warships were hiding in the dark sea. They had turned off the lights long ago and just aimed their artillery at the coast, bombarding them tirelessly.

"If you hadn't experienced it yourself, it would be hard to imagine that they destroyed our navy with just a few hundred warships, leaving us completely unable to fight back."

Dinger followed Bernhardt out the door and said this while gazing at the sea. Then he handed the steaming teacup in his hand to Bernhardt.

Bernhardt did not respond, but took the cup silently and held it in his hand.

Dingle turned his head to look inside the room, reached out to close the door, and then lowered his voice and said:

"Sir, I think the plan to use Yan Country as an overseas colony should be terminated."

Bernhardt shook his head tiredly, turned around silently and cast his gaze towards the coastal defense line. The ground was brightly lit, and a large number of defenders were stationed in the fortifications. Behind these buildings were several defense lines, each of which was stationed with urgently dispatched troops.

When the Yan people attacked the port of Brulo, all the troops that could be arrived from all over the place gathered there. There were now more than 100,000 troops surrounding the entire port of Brulo.

The port's fortifications were solid, and with so many troops guarding it, although Bernhardt believed that the enemy threat was extremely high, he believed more that the defenders could intercept the enemy at sea.

Bernhardt took a sip of the teacup. The warm tea poured into his throat, which made him feel warm all over. He said slowly:

"At noon today, His Majesty will announce the new year's expedition in Salivia, but he will not be able to receive the message we sent."

Dingle sighed inaudibly.

"We should take Yan Kingdom as our target for conquest..."

Before he could finish his words, Bernhardt turned around and looked at him, interrupting, "Okay, we are all sober now, it's time to go back."

"Yes, sir."

Dingle turned around, opened the door, and stood at the door waiting for Bernhardt to come in.

Bernhardt walked into the room with a teacup in his hand, but there were hurried and heavy footsteps on the stairs leading to the corridor, and at the same time as the footsteps, there were panicked shouts.

"Urgent news!!!"

Bernhardt paused and turned to look at the corridor. Dingler, who was standing in front of the door, also looked up. The officer near the window pushed open the window and stuck his head outside.

The messenger who was running over had a pale face. He slipped on the thin layer of snow while running and fell heavily to the ground. However, he could not wait to get up. He raised his bruised and bloody face and shouted:

"Foster Harbor is under attack! The enemy launched a fierce attack, and the defenders are short of manpower. Request for support!!!"

There was a crisp "pop" sound.

The teacup slipped from Bernhardt's hand, and the metal cup hit the ground. The warm tea flowed all over the floor, gradually melting the thin snow in the footprints.

"What...when did it happen?" Dingle asked with a stiff expression.

The soldier was hastily getting up from the ground, wiping the blood flowing into his eyes, but he still responded:

"Before midnight!"