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

At 1:30 in the morning, the last warship of the Black Powder Fleet sank to the bottom of the sea while burning.

At this point, all the fleets capable of naval operations in the Delta Federation's western naval base have been annihilated by the Yan Army. Now, only dozens of warships are anchored in the inner bay. Most of these warships are patrol ships, which are not equipped with too many artillery and have minimal lethality.

After annihilating the black powder fleet that blocked the way, the Yan army did not withdraw, but continued to bombard the dock within six to eight kilometers offshore.

The bombing achieved some results. The wooden buildings on the dock were almost completely destroyed. The flames caused by the explosion gradually ignited these combustible materials, and the raging flames burned under the night sky.

But only there.

There are only a few wooden buildings at the coastal wharf, and most of them are bunkers built of mud, sand and stones. The walls are more than half a meter thick and are rough and hard. Even if several shells hit these buildings, the damage caused by the explosion cannot cause them to collapse.

These sturdy fortifications still stood, protecting the Gothic soldiers inside from casualties, but at the same time, they were unable to counterattack the Yan Army because the Yan Army had retreated to a distance that was beyond the reach of their artillery, so they could only watch the Yan Army bombard them.

Based on the current situation, although the Gothic soldiers had no place to use their strength, fortunately they did not suffer any casualties. They all believed that if they fought this war of attrition to the end, they would definitely win.

Could the enemy continue bombing for days and nights? That was impossible. Even if the warships were fully loaded with shells, they could not continue bombing for days and nights.

And if they really want to reduce the density of artillery fire and extend the bombing time as much as possible, it will not be a bad thing for them, because the longer the time is dragged on, the farther the emergency message from here will spread, and reinforcements will continue to come from various military regions.

By the time the whole country responds, even if the enemy sends additional reinforcements, they will still not be able to break through the port.

Everyone thought so. Although the officers in the command tower had their eardrums bombarded by endless artillery fire, they felt much more relieved during this period of time.

Although the port is still under bombing, there is no way the enemy can enter the country tonight. No, not only tonight, if they cannot attack now, they will not have any chance later.

In this battle of offense and defense, the balance of victory is tilting towards them.

"No matter what happened at sea, at least the Black Powder Fleet blocked the enemy's advance route at a critical moment, which bought us a lot of time."

"Their sacrifice deserves respect!" In the command room, Dingle put down the telescope in his hand and said to the officers around him with a heavy face.

Bernhardt was hunched over in the crowd, his eyes full of fine red bloodshot, and his old face looked even more haggard tonight.

The sacrifice of the Black Powder Fleet was another heavy blow to him, but he could not fall down as the war was not over yet. He had to see with his own eyes the enemy evacuate the port of Brulo.

And when the enemy withdrew and the battle was completely over, he thought he would no longer be able to hold any military position.

He had to pay the price of his life for the mistake he had made.

Looking at the black powder fleet that had disappeared from his sight, Bernhardt slowly took off his hat. He straightened his hunched body with difficulty, and then lowered his head, silently mourning for the sacrifice of the black powder fleet.

The officers looked solemn and took off their military caps.

The one-minute silence ended quickly. Bernhardt looked up at the crowd and said, "Their heroic sacrifice will be remembered in our history."

"And now, let's continue our defense. The Yan people's bombardment has not weakened. Judging from the situation, they are determined to force a landing tonight."

Dinger agreed, "Yes, I estimate that the bombardment will continue for a while. When the Yan people think that the bombardment is not having much effect, they will send transport ships to advance under the cover of firepower."

"The second half of the night will be crucial! They will never give up the opportunity to land easily." His expression became more and more solemn.

Bernhard frowned and said, "The fall of the Star Islands was too rapid. This is worthy of our vigilance. I believe that they were also forcibly seized by the Yan people under such artillery fire, and their defense line collapsed."

"No matter how hard the Yan people attack us, we need to stay firmly in our fortifications and never give in! As they rush forward, we need to sink as many of their warships as possible and deplete their forces!"

"It's time to make them feel the pain!" Unconsciously, Bernhardt had clenched his fists and his face became fierce.

"Let's see...when they decide to launch a forceful attack." Dinggel put down the telescope, but he could still see the group of Yan Kingdom warships on the sea.

They lengthened their line and the distance between their ships became wider, but the shelling never stopped, as if they didn't care about the loss of shells at all.

After the black powder fleet was sunk by them, Dingle thought they would take advantage of the situation to advance, but they did not. They still stayed in the distance and launched a massive but ineffective bombardment on the coast.

"Do you have so many artillery shells that you don't care at all? Or do you really think that such consumption can slowly destroy our buildings?" Dinger muttered to himself.

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The snowflakes gradually stopped falling and it was almost 2:30 in the morning.

The temperature in the air had become colder than when it was snowing. Although there had been a light snowfall for several hours, there was no trace of snow on the dock at the Port of Brulo as the snowflakes had been melted by the artillery fire.

"Boom boom boom!"

The bombardment continued, and the shells that kept falling on the dock had turned the ground into a mess. The pass was no longer recognizable, but the bunkers and artillery positions were still standing, and the artillerymen who were sticking to their posts were also guarding in front of the artillery. They had been enduring the bombardment for several hours.

Although they did not suffer any injuries in the fortifications, their ears were almost deafened. For this reason, they had stuffed cotton in their ears early on, which reduced the burden on their ears, but at the same time, their eyes were more focused on the enemy fleet in the distance.

The enemy fleet still did not make any further moves, but just carried out non-stop bombing. The night that should have been quiet was completely made restless by the sound of artillery.