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

When he said this, everyone around him couldn't help but be shocked.

There are three ports on the west coast. The Port of Brulo is in the middle and is the largest port. Thirty kilometers to the right is the Port of Foster, which is only one-third the size of the Port of Brulo. Eighty kilometers to the left is the Port of Joplin.

That is an old port, and it is smaller in size, even smaller than Port Foster. In addition, various military facilities are outdated. It was originally planned to complete the upgrade and renovation of Port Joplin this year, but because most of the financial allocations were spent on shipbuilding and weapons, it was delayed. After all, Port Brulo, as the largest seaport, is large enough to accommodate warships.

And now, when Dingle brought up Joplin Harbor, everyone couldn't help but panic.

Since the enemy forces that control the sea power can launch an attack on Port Foster, they only need to go along the coast and rely on their faster warships. Then they should be able to go anywhere without restraint and attack any port they want.

It was not until this moment that everyone realized that they had been put in a passive position from the very beginning.

All of this stems from the fact that they lost control of the ocean.

"It... shouldn't be..." At this time, an officer stammered.

"The enemy forces left here have hundreds of warships. They also launched an attack on Foster Port at the same time. It shouldn't be...it shouldn't be said that there are still warships, so they can attack our three ports at the same time, right?"

Dingle pursed his lips and just shook his head.

Bernhardt was still breathing heavily, his eyes wandering around without focus, and he said in a trembling voice:

"The Joplin port is too far away from us. If it is attacked and cannot come to us for help from the sea, we will have no idea what the situation is there."

"But...but Dingle is right, they...may be attacked as well."

“We need to support them…”

"The Port of Joplin must not be allowed to fall."

Hearing this, Dinger frowned and said in a deep voice:

"No, sir."

"We can't send any more troops out for support."

"Sending two divisions to support Port Foster is already our limit. If we send more troops, what about here?"

At this point, Dinger pointed to the sea and said coldly:

"We all thought they were going to storm Port Brulo, but now we know that it was actually Port Foster that was attacked."

"But if we disperse the troops here to support the other two ports, who can guarantee that the enemy here will not turn the 'feint attack' into a real landing operation?"

"If they stay here, we can't easily disperse our forces."

"We cannot allow the most important places to be captured by the enemy just to plug a gap. What we need to do is to firmly hold the places that can be defended."

Dingle's clear speech calmed down the panicked and confused thoughts of many people.

All three ports are likely to be attacked. We can take care of those ports but not here. The hasty efforts to remediate the situation will only put all three ports at risk of being captured.

It's like a leaking bucket with three holes at the bottom and only a cork to plug them.

However, the situation was still extremely serious. Bernhardt was in a state of panic. He said:

"But if the other two ports are captured, the Yan people will set foot on our land."

Dingle lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"We can only choose to trust that our troops can defend our respective ports."

"Port Foster has been attacked, and reinforcements have been sent out. I hope they can hold out until our reinforcements arrive. As for Port Joplin... it would be best if it is not attacked. If it is attacked, we can only hope that they can hold on. When they find traces of the enemy, they will request assistance from the Southwest Military Region, where there is an army stationed less than 50 kilometers away from them."

"Comparatively speaking, Foster Port is more important. The Macedonian military factory is only 20 kilometers away from Foster Port..."

After the words fell, Bernhardt's heart suddenly tightened, and he murmured:

"Twenty kilometers... it's too close... it's only a little over two hours away."

Dinger sighed in his heart, then his face straightened and he said:

"Everyone, don't be too depressed. Trust our army. No matter how bad the situation is, I believe they will defend the port to the death!"

Dingle's words to boost morale did not work. The officers all looked heavy-faced and confused, and they no longer had any confidence.

And Bernhardt, at this moment, behaved like an ordinary old man who had become confused and dull because of the blow he had suffered.

He was still mumbling:

"How could it become like this...How could it become like this..."

Dingle finally sighed and turned his head to look at the sea.

The Yan State fleet is still there, like a pack of wolves about to hunt, cunning but also extremely ferocious. If you give it a chance, it will devour you with its sharp teeth and claws.

-

The night was dark.

The huge and spectacular steam ironclad ship Dinghai slowly docked at the coast, and the soldiers methodically laid down wooden ladders leading to the land.

They walked down the wooden ladder slowly and formed two columns as soon as they stepped onto the ground. They stood straight in the cold night, waiting for the arrival of their beloved Majesty in this foreign land.

After a while.

The man, wearing a black suit with flying clouds and bat patterns inside, a golden spider-patterned belt around his waist, his black hair hidden in a fox fur hat, and a silver wolf fur coat outside, slowly stepped down the wooden ladder.

"call--"

Qin Ze exhaled lightly, paused for a few breaths, and then walked towards the port with the support of the soldiers.

Walking across the beach full of shell holes and stepping onto the gravel ground, the corpses scattered everywhere had become cold. The smell of gunpowder and blood coexisted, and they rushed into Qin Ze's nose, but he had long been accustomed to it and did not even frown.

The ground, soaked with blood, was a little damp. The soldiers picked a clean path and led him forward. Qin Ze looked around and saw that the fortifications at the dock had been bombed into ruins, and there was no enemy soldier standing.

He walked deeper into the enemy's lair, and under the guidance of the soldiers who took over the port, he soon arrived at the door of the enemy's combat command room.

The command room was in a mess. Although the bodies had been dragged away, there was still a lot of blood on the ground. All the boxes and cabinets were turned over, and almost every place had been searched by the soldiers.

"Have you found it?" Qin Ze asked.

"Found it, Your Majesty!" As he spoke, a soldier came over with something.

Hearing this, Qin Ze stood at the door and did not go in.

The soldier handed it over respectfully, and Qin Ze took it casually. With the help of the bright moonlight, he slowly unfolded the rolled-up map in his hand.

After a dozen breaths, he closed the map and looked in a certain direction.

The moonlight was shining, the night wind was blowing gently, and the silver-white hair on the wolf fur was swaying. Qin Ze put his hands behind his back and said lightly:

“It’s not very far.”