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

maritime.

In the dim cabin, Sebastian was still curled up in the corner, his pale face covered with sweat, drops of sweat falling from his chin and dripping onto his clasped palms.

He moved his equally pale lips and whispered to himself, "We will soon be able to enter the port..."

"It's almost there... It's almost there, no more gunfire... Just like that... Let me go back..."

As he was muttering to himself, hurried and heavy footsteps were heard outside the tightly closed cabin door. When Sebastian heard the footsteps, he knew that a new situation must have occurred.

He raised his eyes with difficulty and looked towards the cabin door, praying in his heart that no more bad news would be sent.

With a "bang", the cabin door was pushed open forcefully.

Adjutant Mark's pale face appeared in Sebastian's eyes.

"Sir."

Mark's voice was a little choked, and there was obvious despair in his eyes. Sebastian felt something vaguely, he loosened his clasped palms and looked up at Mark.

Then, he swallowed and asked in a tone that was almost like a groan: "Can we go back safely?"

Mark shook his head, and after two breaths of silence, his face suddenly became calm, and he said:

"A message of counterattack has been sent from the lighthouse."

"We can't get back to the port. The docks have been blocked and all warships are unable to pass through the pass."

The calm voice fell, and Sebastian staggered to his feet, holding on to the wall. He looked at Mark's expressionless face and laughed miserably without any warning.

"Shouldn't a lighthouse...guide us on our way home?"

"The port is right in front of us, and the enemy is right behind us. Don't Bernhardt and the others understand how powerful they are? How are we going to launch a counterattack?"

His voice became louder and louder, and finally it was almost a roar:

"It's better to say that we are going to die!! Isn't it?!"

"Yes." Mark nodded.

Hearing this, Sebastian rushed forward angrily, but Mark stepped back to avoid him. Sebastian roared and continued to yell at him:

"They want to kill us! Mark! How can you remain indifferent? Have you accepted this outcome?!"

Mark still had no expression on his face. He adjusted the crooked brim of his hat and continued:

"The dock is already prepared for bombardment. Even if we don't fight back, we will still be stopped outside the port."

"And the shelling is about to begin."

"If we force our way through the checkpoint, our Yan countrymen will enter the dock with us."

As soon as the voice fell, Sebastian flew into a rage and roared, "How is this possible?! Just let us enter the pass and then launch an artillery attack on the Yan people!"

"Why are you dragging us and the Yan people to die together at this time!!!"

"Sir, please come out and see what we are facing now."

But Mark suddenly turned around and walked straight towards the stairs.

Looking at his departing back, Sebastian was silent for two breaths, then gritted his teeth and ran after him.

"Whoohoo-"

The biting cold wind was blowing in the air, and snowflakes were floating in the air. As soon as Sebastian stepped onto the deck, he felt pain on his face from the cold weather. When he looked forward.

The brightly lit dock came into view, but he could not see any human figures on the dock, which made him realize that the soldiers had already entered the fortifications, a sign before the bombardment.

The anchorage port, which should have been flat, is now piled with long rows of sandbag fortifications. These extra fortifications are enough to show that the defenders have made sufficient preparations. Although no people can be seen now, there is no doubt that there are large forces stationed inside these fortifications and in the positions behind them.

They want to prevent anyone from entering the land, and the entire Brulo port has been completely blocked.

"Look behind us." Mark said in a calm tone, standing in the strong wind.

Sebastian quickly turned around and looked behind him, but as soon as he turned around, he immediately froze, as if he had turned into a stone sculpture.

Under the flying snow, thick white smoke rises in the air. They rush towards the snowflakes, and the heat melts the snowflakes, creating a hazy and blurred feeling.

In this hazy air, the outlines of countless giant steel warships became vague. Limited by the blurred vision, Sebastian could hardly see how many giant warships there were. But the less clearly he could see, the more frightened he was of the enemies lurking in the fog.

It was like being in a nightmare. A shepherd was driving his sheep back to the sheepfold in thick fog. When he was about to open the door of the sheepfold, he looked back and saw thousands of wolves suddenly appearing in the thick fog behind him, staring at the shepherd.

But the scene appearing before my eyes at this moment is not a nightmare, it is real reality.

Sebastian staggered and nearly fell to the ground. The fear in his heart made him want to shout loudly, but with the enemy so close, he was afraid that his shout would be heard by the enemy behind him.

His body was shaking like a sieve, he was trembling with fear and despair. Sebastian's mind went blank. He turned his head eagerly to look at the port in front of him, and quickly turned his head to look behind him.

"Sir, the situation is urgent now. The Yan people want to follow us and break through the pass. At this distance, we can't turn around and fight back."

"It's too late." At this point, Mark has become relieved and has calmly accepted the reality of his impending death.

But Sebastian held his head, his eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets, they were full of bloodshot, and he opened his mouth wide and let out a silent howl.

Mark turned his head and looked at him, and said, "There is only one last thing we can do."

There was a "bang" sound.

Sebastian, who didn't hear any words, fell to the ground in despair, and gradually let out a faint whine. Mark walked past him expressionlessly, muttering:

"We will bring the fleet to block the dock."

“Coming here... can be considered as..."

"Return to the motherland."

After mumbling, he showed a faint smile, reached out to wipe off the thin layer of snow on his epaulettes, and shouted to the captain's room:

“We have reached the end!”

"Loose the anchor!"

“Ahhh!” Sebastian finally cried out in suppressed wail. He knelt on the deck and cried out at the port ahead at the top of his lungs:

"Why did it become like this!"

"Why did it become like this!"

“I just want to go back!”

And a moment later, amid his continued desperate cries.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Countless flames suddenly appeared on the artillery positions of the Yan Army fleet behind him, and along with the appearance of the flames, explosive bombs flew through the night sky.

The cold snow melted on the hot shells, and in a rain of rain, the shells fell into the black powder fleet.