In the temporary headquarters of the Source Fleet, the atmosphere was gloomy and gloomy.

"I say, or we'll go and ask Master Karl for help. Otherwise, the other party's nearly 200 dreadnoughts are really too stressful. Maas looked at the solemn atmosphere and said weakly.

"Now to ask for help? Maas, what do you think? Originally, our plan was to exchange the honorable deaths of our people for the lives of the soldiers below and their families. Everyone voted on this at the beginning, but now you're going to ask for help? Wouldn't our sacrifice be meaningless? Gabriel glared at Maas and said.

"But Gabriel, our number of dreadnoughts is not in the same quantitative class as the other party! Do you want our four fleets to run out and exchange human lives for each other's dreadnoughts? Isn't that a departure from our original purpose? Maas asked rhetorically.

Gabriel's rhetorical question left Gabriel speechless, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

"But Mars, even if we go and ask Lord Karl for help, it's another matter whether the other party agrees! Moreover, we all know very well that the Empire had said before the rebellion that all those involved in the rebellion would be executed. But now that Lord Karl has allowed us, the senior officers, to use our lives to find a way out for our brothers, we must not give up this opportunity! Waltz on one side spoke.

"Waltz, we all understand the truth. But the problem now is that the ratio of flagships between the two sides is too great for us to win at the hands of those rebels! If we trade the lives of our brethren, won't the opportunity given to us by Master Karl be nullified? Gabriel said anxiously.

"It's not bad, but don't you think it makes us inferior to our compatriots?" Joseph said.

"Inferior? Joseph, since the decision to rebel was made, we have waited for the enemy, okay! Gabriel said helplessly.

"No, I mean to say. We are already inferior, and if we have to ask Master Karl for help for such a thing, then won't the soldiers under his command look down on us even more? Joseph said, spreading his hands.

"Look down on it, but we really can't do anything about each other's dreadnoughts! Joseph, now it's not a question of quality, it's a matter of quantity! From the previous Waltz encounters with them, we can already see that the rebels have no idea how to apply dreadnought tactics. They will only jump in and masturbate this simple and crude tactic, and they will not even be able to set fire! After the dreadnought jumped in, it was completely blind! I can't figure out how we lost! Gabriel said angrily slapping the table on the table.

"Hey, wake up. Gabriel, if it weren't for the fact that the rebels would only play this tactic of jumping in and masturbating blindly, Waltz would have died in the previous battle. Maas reminded.

"That's not the point! The point is that the rebels have more dreadnoughts than we have! Their firepower can already break through the threshold for the repair of our logistics fleet! Got it? Not thirty or fifty dreadnoughts, but one hundred and sixty-eight! Waltz emphasized.

"That... Although Waltz's fleet was heavily damaged, three dreadnoughts were destroyed... That is, they have one hundred and sixty-five dreadnoughts left. Maas said with an embarrassed expression.

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The three of them were silent for a while, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

Just as Maas looked at his three colleagues with a bewildered expression, Joseph spoke.

"Maas, you know what? If it weren't for the fact that a few of us knew your character, you would have been killed by someone else! He said helplessly as he put his hands on Maas's shoulders.

"It hurts, it hurts! Joseph, don't use so much force! Maas looked at him aggrievedly and said.

Looking at Mas with an aggrieved face, Joseph said angrily: "To be honest, it's indeed a miracle that you have survived until now." According to the way you speak, why haven't you been beaten to death? ”

"Uh... Joseph, it's not a matter of why I wasn't killed... Maas said weakly.

"Shut up!" Three voices shouted in unison.

“。。。 Oh. Maas quickly hid in a corner in fright.

And so the argument began again.

"No, we must not ask Lord Karl for help. Joseph was right! If we ask Lord Karl for help, then we, the only remaining Emma people in the Fountain Domain, will live under the guidance of others for the rest of our lives! Waltz objected firmly.

"But don't ask Lord Karl for help, Waltz, tell me how to deal with the rebels' one hundred and sixty-five dreadnoughts! Do you hit it with your own head? Gabriel said unceremoniously.

Looking at Gabriel, whose position had suddenly changed, Waltz asked in disbelief: "

"As I said, now we must ask Lord Karl for help! Otherwise, it's not just us, but Master Karl will be affected by us! Did you know?! Joseph said as he glared at the two of them.

Naval Cemetery of the United States of New Jadari

Snowflakes fell bits and pieces from the cold sky, slowly spreading a thin layer of hoarfrost on the already cold surface of Singadari. The smoke of Ian Aosta had lifted, but neither Giront nor Gadari had emerged from the brutal spectacle of the fifteen-hour battle, a devastated ideal and a weary soul. For the first six months after the war, the fluttering black ribbons enveloped almost the entire Gadari, and the men and women in black veils struggled to hold back their sad memories, and walked through the shadows of the urban jungle, strong, but also vulnerable to the brink of collapse.

Eluodi. Sue walked through the silent cemetery under this gloomy cloud, and the rows of tombstones that could not be seen were like the years she had walked, and it was a little dizzy to look back. The priest stood not far away under a lonely cedar, where a number of acquaintances had gathered, their heavy military trench coats whirling in the wind, like a black wave. No one spoke, and they all waited with their faces strained for the major general, who had always been shrouded in a faint sorrow, to be buried in the soil of the motherland.

"So finally, you're back too......" In the silence, a voice suddenly sounded not far away, and it was as cold as steel, like the embers left after the flames had been extinguished, just like the United States of Gadari now...... She didn't need to look to know who the owner of this voice was the famous admiral of the Gadari Navy, the cadre who was dictatorial and led the navy through more than ten years of hardship. Lyday.