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

"They have withdrawn. They have really all withdrawn..."

In the command room of Port Brulo, the officers were anxiously discussing the evacuation of the Yan Army.

If they had not known that Port Foster was under attack, the withdrawal of the Yan Army here would have been good news for them, meaning that Port Brulo was successfully defended. But now the withdrawal of the enemy seemed to make the situation even more confusing.

"If Foster Harbor is safe and sound and the Yan people are intercepted at sea, then the retreat of the Yan people this time means that the battle is over."

"They took away our Star Archipelago and our control of the sea, but the price they have to pay to set foot on our land is still too high." Dinggel said to everyone with a serious face.

After he finished speaking, he changed the subject and continued:

"But if Foster Harbor has been captured by the Yan people, then their evacuation is to change the route to Foster Harbor for a safer landing."

"Everyone, which one do you think is more likely?" Although he already had a rough answer in his mind, Dinggel still wanted to hear more people's opinions.

"They started to evacuate around five o'clock, and it's only a little after six now. Excluding the time for the communication, they couldn't have captured Foster Harbor at three or four o'clock, right?"

"You have to know that they started the attack around midnight, which took three or four hours. Even though the defense system of Port Foster is not as complete as ours, it would not be lost in such a short time, right?" Army Lieutenant General Weber frowned and said.

Dingle did not respond, but he could tell from the rhetorical questions that Lieutenant General Weber asked at the end of each of his sentences that he was more pessimistic.

"It should have been held. Harris is a good positional warrior. It's impossible for the Yan people to take Foster Port from him in a few hours. Even if the Yan people are very strong, it will take them at least a dozen hours to set foot on the land of the port." Bernhardt seemed confident and had a different opinion on this.

"The Yan people evacuated our port because their attack on Foster Port was ineffective and resulted in heavy casualties. In order to avoid further casualties, they chose to retreat. If nothing unexpected happens, they should return to the Star Islands for rest and replenishment." He said with certainty.

Lieutenant General Harris, the commander of Port Foster, is indeed a capable and brave man, but compared with the Yan people who have better weapons and are more fully prepared for combat, it is probably difficult to make up for the gap with tenacious will and strategic means alone, Dinggel thought after Bernhardt finished speaking.

"Port Foster has probably already fallen..."

In the end, Dingle gave his own conclusion in front of everyone.

After these words were spoken, the officers who were still discussing gradually fell silent. However, at this time, silence itself was an expression of approval.

Only Bernhardt still stubbornly insisted on his own ideas.

"No...absolutely not..." He shook his head, trying his best to deny this possibility.

Lieutenant General Weber glanced at Bernhardt, then turned his gaze to Dingle and asked:

"The threat at sea has been lifted, what should we do now?"

"Should we evacuate our forces and send more reinforcements to support Port Foster? Or send an army to Port Joplin?"

Dingle groaned and said, "Until the latest information about Foster Port arrives, do nothing."

“We can only wait and see.”

Lieutenant General Weber frowned: "But didn't you just say..."

Dinger raised his hand to interrupt and sighed, "Only when the enemy has landed can we give up the defense of Port Brulo."

"Because there is no point in defending any longer."

As these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the command room dropped to freezing point. Even Bernhardt stopped talking, because the fall of any of the three ports meant that the defense deployment on the western coast would all be in vain.

Dingle looked out the window. The Yan State fleet that had left his sight had disappeared. Without any warships to track and monitor them, no one knew where they were going.

Maybe it's Port Joplin, maybe it's Port Foster, of course it could be retreating to the Star Islands, or... stationed at the entrance of Brando Strait, monitoring the entire inland sea.

That means that people inside cannot get out and people outside cannot get in.

The national border is in their hands.

"I hope they won't have more troops coming in..." Dinggel murmured in his heart, looking at the distant sea level that was gradually turning white.

The sun is about to rise.

-

The cold night finally passed, and the sun of the first day of the new year rose slowly at seven o'clock in the morning.

Although the rising sun cannot completely dispel the coldness of the night, this pure and bright sunshine still makes people feel some warmth from the bottom of their hearts.

"Almost there! Speed ​​up!"

Under the sunshine, a group of defeated soldiers evacuating from Port Foster were walking exhausted on the road, and not far in front of them, a huge factory stood there. The towering chimney on the top of the factory was emitting black smoke continuously.

That was the Macedonian Arms Factory.

It was also the destination of Lieutenant General Harris who evacuated from Port Foster.

In the defense of the port last night, he and his defenders held out until 3:45 in the morning. Finally, out of desperation, Harris chose to evacuate with the few hundred remaining defenders.

Before evacuating, Harris sent some soldiers to Port Brulo to seek help, while he took the rest of the people to the Macedonian Arsenal.

Due to the fact that they evacuated too late and had no preparation beforehand, as well as the harsh conditions of night and cold, it took Harris nearly three hours to finally reach the Macedonian military factory.

At this moment, everyone was exhausted. Last night's fierce battle had made them miserable. After traveling for such a long time, everyone was only breathing their last breath.

As they approached, a guard garrison stationed at the Macedonian Military Factory soon discovered them, and Harris was then escorted into the Macedonian Military Factory.

"Port Foster has fallen, and the Yan people have landed. Before they spread, the weapons and ammunition being produced in the factory need to be moved away immediately!"

"Take away everything you can! Now! Leave now!"

After coming before Davis, the head of the Macedonian Arsenal, Harris said these words to him with a pale face.

Upon hearing this, Davis, a short, stout and obese former Army Lieutenant General, turned red in the face. Before he could recover from the shocking news, Harris had fainted in front of him.

"Move away now? How is that possible!" Davis shouted in shock and anxiety.