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

"lamp?"

In the command room of Iron Blood, Mueller's expression had become extremely solemn.

"Yes, Marshal."

"During the bombardment not long ago, we accidentally discovered some lights rising above the naval port, and in the period since then, more and more lights have been floating in the night sky." The soldier replied in a deep voice. He knew that it was not because the enemy had the leisure time to release sky lanterns.

After all, the battle is going on fiercely at this moment, who would do something insignificant at this time?

Mueller frowned, feeling a hint of uneasiness. It was already night, and the lights rising from the naval port floated towards the night sky. They were naturally very conspicuous, and could be observed even from a distance.

Then these lights must be used for communication, and what message they are transmitting? Muller thought about it and suddenly realized it.

"Their fleet is about to join the battle!"

After he finished speaking, several generals in the command room looked at each other, with nervous and solemn expressions on their faces. Mueller bit his lip, but was still thinking in his mind, why did Daqian send the message when we were about to land at the port?

From the start of the naval battle until the deployment of the front line to the military port, Mueller had early on ordered the reserve troops at the rear of the fleet to keep an eye on the movements on the sea in the rear, with the aim of observing the emergence of the Daqian fleet.

But until now, they still have not appeared in sight. Even if they receive the message sent by the naval port now, it will still take some time for them to arrive. During this period of time, it will undoubtedly be a huge challenge for the naval port.

Intuitively speaking, the signal sent by the naval port was too late.

The question that echoed in my mind before appeared again. Is the enemy too bold or is he overestimating his own capabilities?

Just as he was thinking, the hull suddenly shook violently. Mueller's body tilted and he immediately grabbed the handrail to avoid falling to the ground. The same thing happened to other people in the command room, but at this moment, the tables and chairs tilted and fell to the ground.

As soon as Muller stood firm, a soldier fell from the stairs.

He seemed to be rushing down from the upper deck to report on the battle situation, but due to the violent shaking of the ship, he missed a step and rolled down the narrow stairs.

"What happened?" The warship had stabilized, and what just happened was just an episode. Muller looked at the soldier who was getting up from the ground and asked in a deep voice.

The soldier fell hard and hit the ground with his face, which was now covered in blood. However, he could not take the time to wipe it off. He immediately replied:

"Marshal! The bombardment from the opposite side has suddenly intensified!"

"The frontline warships have suffered serious damage. The hulls of more than a dozen warships have been damaged to the point where they are difficult to repair. They can no longer sail forward and are slowly sinking. Two warships in front of our ship suddenly stopped, so we made an emergency turn and almost collided with each other."

Hearing the soldier's report, Mueller couldn't help but mutter along:

"The shelling suddenly intensified...intensified..."

It was not until this moment that the gradual passage of time and the constant sound of cannon fire finally gave Muller the answer.

Mueller closed his eyes.

Everyone else in the command room sensed a sense of danger, and no one spoke anymore. They just looked at Mueller, waiting for his orders.

Mueller closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and listened quietly to the shelling outside.

Even though he was in the cabin, he could still hear the difference in the sound of the artillery fire. The sound of the federal fleet's artillery was slightly sharp and harsh, while the sound of the artillery fire from the naval port had a dull feeling. This was certainly because their artillery was on land and farther away, so it seemed more dull.

But now, this dull sound is gradually getting stronger, as if there is a force in the dullness that is about to explode at any moment.

Even though it was nearly 1 nautical mile away from the naval port, Mueller seemed to feel a slight vibration.

This may be an illusion, but the confirmed fact appears in my mind with incomparable clarity.

He suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

——The enemy had sufficient artillery shells and the naval port was solid and reliable. The previous weakening of the shelling was just a deliberate slowdown of their offensive. The purpose of this deliberate show of weakness was just to make us think that the naval port could be breached, so that we would sail towards it regardless of everything.

——Their tactics of showing weakness made us sail towards the abyss instead of the military port...and now, there is no way back.

"Ah."

After figuring this out, Mueller suddenly laughed.

The people in the command room looked at Mueller solemnly.

Mueller stood up straight, then looked around at their faces. No one avoided Mueller's gaze. They also stood straight, just quietly waiting for Mueller's order.

The Delta Federation is a country that has risen rapidly in the past decade. Its predecessor, the Gothic Kingdom, had nothing to do with the words "great power" in the beginning. However, under the leadership of von Palen, the Goths overcame one difficulty after another with their tenacious willpower, and launched wars with their determination to fight bravely and not fear death. It was with the sacrifices of countless people that the Delta Federation of today was forged.

Those who can stand in this command room at this moment are all Goths of the purest bloodline. A small number of them are middle-aged people, and most of them are young people around 20 years old.

But without exception, their willpower and determination have always been the same.

If they were told that they would die in battle tomorrow, they would definitely fight the battle with guns and cannons today, and then rush towards their death tomorrow in iron and blood.

Mueller took a deep breath, his eyes firm and resolute, then he straightened his body, clenched his fists, and then punched his chest.

Without any words, everyone else in the cabin followed suit.

Immediately afterwards, a calm and powerful voice came out from Mueller's mouth:

"For warships that cannot sail, have the soldiers jump into the sea and swim to the dock. For warships that can still sail, together with the Iron Blood, continue to move towards the dock!"

"Let's complete this landing operation!"

"Forward!" he shouted calmly and powerfully.

Soon, louder trumpets sounded from every warship. Under the high-intensity bombardment with shells filling the sky, the federal fleet, which could no longer form a crescent-shaped battle line, advanced under the moonlight towards the military port that was constantly venting its firepower.

This is not the first time that the Goths have faced such a war situation. They have experienced it several times in past wars, and this is how the Delta Federation of today was created.

However, their actions put the Fiery Sun Fleet into a dilemma.

In the command room of the Sun Fleet, the Sun Goddess.

The dull and depressing atmosphere made everyone here feel hot all over, and the increasingly intense shelling outside was more like adding fuel to the fire, making people sweat profusely.

Clemento took off his hat and wiped the sweat off his face, and his thick black eyebrows drooped into a frown. The corners of his mouth drooped, his shoulders slumped, and he said:

"It looks like we've fallen into a trap."