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

The eastern sky had already turned a pale white, and at the extreme point of the sea and sky, the flat red sun was just beginning to appear, embedded in the horizon. It was like a palace lantern being lifted up, and in a moment it was lifted out of the horizon and jumped into the sea of ​​clouds. Then the endless rays of light that followed dyed everything in its place, coloring the entire sky.

It was early morning, the rising sun was spraying colors, the miles were melting gold, the waves were surging, and the coral island shore was rolling up with gilded waves several feet high. However, under this beautiful scenery of the rising sun, the giant whale fleet sailing had no time to pay attention. They were like snakes, heading towards the coral island coast in a zigzag route, rushing to this last refuge.

The occasional vibrations from the bottom of the ship made the soldiers tremble with fear. Everyone knew that there were many reefs under the waters near the coral island. If they accidentally hit one of them, the cabin would be damaged and fall into an irreparable situation.

But compared to the reefs, the fear brought by the pursuers behind them was much greater. The enemy's warships were chasing them unstoppably, and the explosions produced by the shells were like a death curse. They had been listening to it all night. It weakened a little in the second half of the night, but became louder again in the morning. This gave the soldiers reason to believe that before noon, they would fall into the deep sea amid the explosions and become food for fish and shrimps.

The only good news was that the coral island was right in front of them. This island, which they had previously disdained and described as a "worthless and lousy island", was now as precious as a gem.

Although it is full of reefs, it can not only block our own warships but also cause damage to the enemy. At least now the sailing speed of the enemy warships has been significantly reduced, and it is obvious that they are also afraid of these reefs.

However, on the other hand, dozens of large warships in their own fleet were leaking due to accidentally running aground on reefs, and holes were knocked out in the bottom of the cabins, which meant that they could not sail. The only remedial measure they could take was not to repair them, but to lower the lifeboats to evacuate the soldiers as much as possible and let them paddle to the coast.

The main ship, the Giant Whale, is doing just that at the moment. Its size as a super-class battleship makes it have a very deep draft. Although the tide has risen, it still cannot avoid running aground. Federich had anticipated this, so he had his soldiers prepare lifeboats when sailing towards the coast.

But even the Giant Whale could not prepare more than a dozen lifeboats on board. In this situation, he had to abandon most of the soldiers, get on the lifeboat first, and then be towed away by the light warship in front with a tow rope.

"Marshal, they seem to have stopped chasing us." At this moment, the officer on the boat said breathlessly.

Federico, who was looking behind him, was pale, his clothes were wet by the waves splashing into the boat, and he looked extremely miserable.

"They won the battle, so they certainly don't want to cause unnecessary losses due to running aground on the reef."

At this point, he turned his head and looked forward, his expression becoming increasingly ugly: "We don't have many warships left, this damn reef!"

What he saw was that many of his own large warships were stuck because they had hit reefs. What's worse, the hulls of some of their ships were tilted significantly and they would soon sink to the bottom of the sea.

The small warships were much better, as they did not encounter many accidents. The ones sailing in the front row had already rushed into the coast, and the soldiers were running panicked in the waist-deep sea water.

Waiting on the shore were a group of ragged refugees, they were soldiers from the federal fleet.

When Federici saw these people, the expression on his face instantly became stiff.

Some words that were once said echoed in his mind.

——"These stupid Golts! Didn't their nautical charts mark the coral island as an island covered with reefs?!"

——"Is their brain filled with feces? They actually took a fleet to the Coral Island!"

——"These idiots! So this is how they were defeated by the Yan country guys!"

——"It's not unfair to lose! These stupid bastards deserve to die!"

The words that had been said before were like cannonballs, shooting straight into Federici's brain and then exploding one by one.

Federich's pale face first turned red rapidly, then quickly faded back to pale. His body trembled slightly, and his eyes looking towards the coast also lowered, as if he didn't dare to look straight ahead.

And the next moment, he seemed to be hit by a cannonball.

With a "bang", he leaned back and fell on the people he was traveling with.

"Marshal?! Marshal?!"

"What happened to you?! Are you okay?!"

"The marshal fainted! Was he hit by a stray bullet?"

"Medical officer! Where is the medical officer? Check the marshal's body quickly!"

"The medical officer just fell into the sea!"

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It was noon, the sun was shining brightly and there was not a cloud in the sky. It was a good day on the Boreal Sea today.

Federici smacked his lips, then suddenly opened his eyes in fear.

"Did you have a good dream, Marshal Federici?" Suddenly, a gloomy voice came faintly, followed by an excited shout.

"The Marshal is awake!"

"Great! The Marshal is awake!"

Federich wiped his wet face and spat out the salty sea water in his mouth, then he suddenly sat up from the ground. His face was still terrified and he seemed a little dazed, as if he had not yet fully awakened from the nightmare.

When he could see the surrounding things clearly, he finally realized the current situation.

He had already reached the coral island, and around him were his soldiers, but each of them looked extremely miserable, like a drowned rat.

In the shadow of the rocks nearby, a tall and strong man was looking at him with his arms folded. He had deep eye sockets and a prominent hooked nose, with very obvious Gothic features. But now his face was particularly gloomy and his eyes were obviously unfriendly.

There was no doubt that the gloomy voice earlier came from him.

But Federich had no time to think about it. He quickly turned around and looked at the sea, wanting to check the current situation immediately.

The soldiers saw his fear and said, "Marshal, we are out of danger for the time being. The Yan people are not approaching the coral island."

Turning around to look at the sea, Federici did not see the Yan Kingdom warships. He only saw a large number of warships from the Giant Whale Fleet, but the current situation of these warships was worrying.

They were either stuck in the reefs and motionless, or their hulls were damaged and split. He hardly saw any intact large warships, and those small warships were stranded nearby.

"call--"

It was not until this moment that Federici finally let go of his worries and let out a long breath.

At this time, the man standing in the shadow of the rock had come over, followed by a large group of people. Federich frowned.

"Welcome to my coral island, Marshal Federich."

Edelman walked over with a sneer, his gloomy eyes like a hungry wolf.