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

"Before midnight."

The utterance of these four words was like a heavy hammer falling from the sky, hitting Dingle hard. At this moment, his thoughts and the expression on his face were both frozen.

The bombardment of the Brulo Wharf had not stopped yet, and the continuous explosions no longer sounded like a meaningless act of throwing into the deep sea. Instead, they turned into the enemy's sinister and cunning laughter, which became more and more wanton in Dingle's ears.

After his thoughts paused for a second, Dingle finally accepted this shocking information.

They pursued the black powder fleet in a mighty force and rushed towards the port of Brulo. With such a huge momentum, who would think that they were just making a feint attack?

They stayed on the sea with a fierce look in their eyes and carried out non-stop bombardment. Who would think that they were just stalling for time and attracting attention?

Hundreds of warships fired thousands of shells without hesitation. With such a large-scale move, who would doubt that this was just a feint to the east and attack in the west?

I always guessed that they would have reinforcements, but who would have thought that their reinforcements had already entered the strait?

Is this fleet that is launching bombardment in front of us the real main force or just a bluff?

Our defense is so tight, and the troops urgently transferred from all over the place are ready to fight, but the enemy does not want to land here in the face of huge casualties. Not only will all these arrangements be in vain, but they will also leave the troops in other ports empty.

The strange behavior was unraveled and the shocking facts gradually emerged. The temperature in the air seemed to have dropped a lot, which made Dinger's hanging hands tremble unconsciously. The generals in the room rushed out in a hurry, and he was knocked to the ground.

In the chaos, there was a loud "bang".

However, Bernhardt, who had fallen silent upon hearing the news, fell to the ground. He sat down at the door, his face turned purple and his breathing was particularly heavy.

"Before midnight...what time is it now?" Bernhardt asked hurriedly. He had even forgotten that Dingle had just reported the time.

"It's almost three o'clock." Dinggel looked pale. He took a deep breath to ease his heavy emotions and reached out to help Bernhardt up.

The officers around him noticed Bernhardt's abnormality at this time, and hurriedly came over to support him, and the soldier also came to Bernhardt.

He said in a panic: "Before midnight, the Yan people rushed to Foster Harbor. It is roughly estimated that there are four or five hundred warships, but it is impossible to see whether there are more behind them. Maybe there are more. They launched artillery attacks directly from a long distance. We don't have too many troops. General Harris is worried about the loss of the port, so he sent us for help."

Bernhardt, who was helped up, leaned against the door. Hearing this, his face turned furious, but he couldn't roar through his clenched teeth. Instead, he said intermittently to Dingle beside him: "Quick...quick! Send the reserve troops over for support!"

Dingle agreed, and after thinking for three seconds, he immediately appointed the two officers beside him to take their troops to Foster Port for support.

The two men did not waste any time and left the command room immediately. They would take two infantry divisions, totaling 5,400 people, to Foster Port.

While Dingle was giving his account, Bernhardt was still questioning the soldier who came to report the news.

"Why....why did it take you three hours to come here for help!"

"No, sir! General Harris sent us for help as soon as he saw the enemy attacking at sea! We didn't delay for a second!" the soldier replied hurriedly.

With a bang, Bernhardt slapped the door and growled:

“It takes three hours to get here from Port Foster?!”

After these words were spoken, the officers around looked at Bernhardt in surprise.

"Sir, we can't go to ask for help by sea. As soon as the enemy appears at sea, all the warships in our port will return to the dock. In that situation, we can't sail in front of the Yan people at all. They have cut off all sea routes!" The soldier replied helplessly.

His answer left Bernhardt in a trance.

Yes, ever since the Yan people entered the strait, all the warships have returned to the port, and the sea route has long been controlled by the Yan people. Even if the warships sent from Foster Port bypass the enemy and come to Brulo Port to report the news, they will encounter the enemy here, and the news will not be able to be delivered to the shore.

'I am so confused...' Bernhardt thought helplessly in his heart.

At this time, Dinger, who had already explained, said, "The sea route has been cut off. We need to provide support from land. It will take at least three hours to rush to Foster Port immediately, and this can only be done under the condition of a forced march."

Then, he rubbed his forehead and said in a low voice:

"It will take three hours to get there, maybe..."

He didn't say anything else, but everyone around him knew what it meant.

Most of the troops on the entire western coast are now in the port of Brulo. In order to deal with this war, the most elite forces that can be mobilized are gathered here. The port of Brulo can be described as an iron wall.

However, because the troops were concentrated here, the defense systems of the other two ports were not perfect. If the Yan army chose to storm Foster Port, it might not be able to hold on with the existing defense forces there.

It has been nearly three hours since the Yan army launched the attack on Foster Port.

Who knows what Port Foster might have looked like in those three hours?

The troops sent to support will take at least three hours to arrive, so all in all, Foster Port will be under attack for six hours.

In six hours, based on past combat experience, they were absolutely confident that the defenders would fight to the death and firmly guard the port.

However, the enemy army that came now has fully demonstrated their combat power. Their warships are unstoppable, their artillery has a very long range, and the shells they fired are extremely powerful! Although their ground forces have not fought each other, judging by the fall of the Star Archipelago, they are undoubtedly very strong.

After six hours of fierce attack from the enemy, could the defenders of Foster Port really stop the enemy at sea?

The officers all turned pale when they thought of this. This defensive battle happened really suddenly, but at least all possible preparations had been made. However, if Foster Port was captured by the enemy and the enemy landed from there.

So, this blocking battle seems to be coming to an end, in a way that no one expected.

"Could it be possible that Port Joplin... was also attacked?"

Dingle said this out of the blue.