Sulbachgio's words were not harsh, on the contrary, there was a sense of calm, but in the ears of those below, there was a feeling of being on the back.

Anyone knows that he did not call the cook for the sake of the food, but generally felt a little uncomfortable not having experienced the bloody massacre on the Organ Coast, and wanted the cook to come and help him, so that everyone present could be more knowledgeable and learn how to cooperate with him.

"Lord, the food tastes good, you don't have to call the chef."

Scott? Horner quickly picked up the knife and fork, cut a small square piece of foie gras from the plate in front of him and put it in his mouth, showing a look of enjoyment.

In fact, that thing is not delicious, or the atmosphere of the scene is destined to make people unate.

Sulbacho reclined back in his chair, letting the soft light from the ceiling shine on his face, with a faintly gloomy aura, like an ancient vampire.

Steinbell didn't speak, just gently picked up the knife and fork, and as he was about to cut the dishes on the plate, the fork slipped from the palm of his hand and fell on the edge of the plate with a clattering sound, interrupting Scott's refusal and Claxon's hesitation, swallowing the saliva in his mouth hard, making the squirming of his throat the only dynamic element on the table.

Sulbacho raised his hand, stopping the waiter from moving, and a smile on his lips bloomed like a black mandala.

It is only in such moments that he can feel that he is alive and find the meaning of life.

It comes from the fear and awe of others, like the relationship between God and mortals.

In the past, he just wanted to replace Congreve and become the one standing at the top of the dukedom. Right now...... He was no longer satisfied with that, he thought of a more challenging and exciting goal, which was to become a god in the minds of others...... As for whether it is a good god or an evil god, it doesn't matter. It is important that all the animals must look at him with looking up and greet him with a humble posture.

Steinbell picked up the silver fork with a slightly trembling hand, not daring to look up at Sulbachio.

Even though he was older than the man, he found that there was no way to really be calm anyway. Sulbacho dared to humiliate them, the old duke's old ministers, in this way, and in the future dared to use even more cruel and bloody methods against anyone who dared to say "no" to the Kernar family's ruling policy.

This is a regression of civilization, something that the old duke does not want to see.

But...... He was powerless to stop it. Because the more you resist, the more it will stimulate the tyrannical feelings in Sulbachio's bones, Meng Haoyu and McDowell are a lesson from the past, today's blood can dye the Organ Coast red, and tomorrow's blood can coat the entire "Etia".

Surbacho came to power, the misfortune of "Etia", the misfortune of all the commoners of the duke, the misfortune of the times.

Revolution and restoration are like night and day, and they go on and on.

For these. He was very helpless, as a general who could not protect himself, what qualifications did he have to stand firm.

He was not eligible, and neither was Claiston, for they were both defeated by the Young Duke.

At the moment, no one would use "stubbornness" to describe the man at the other end of the table. Rigid and self-sufficient and clumsy, on the surface, they are two words that are at odds with each other, but when it comes to Surbacho, they blend together perfectly.

Steinbell intends to give up the fight. I said from the bottom of my heart: "Let him go." "Now that the old duke has gone west, these old ministers have hidden in the mountains and forests from Angelica. It is the trend of the times, and it is also forced to be helpless.

He put his knife and fork back in place, wanted to admit his defeat, took the initiative to resign, and was about to give Claxton a look, when he found that the deputy commander of the garrison naval fleet was not looking at him. Not on Sulbachgio, either, but on the huge glass window in front of the dining table, looking beyond the stars, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes flashing with a complex light.

He subconsciously followed Clryston's gaze. I saw that there was a ball of light blooming under the dark void, which was very brilliant.

"What's that! Enemy attack? ”

Scott's cry woke up Sulbachgio, who was immersed in a flood of pleasure, and felt very unhappy that his happy time had been interrupted, and if the after-effects of that shout were of little value, he would give His Excellency the Major General a taste of the wrath of the gods.

He turned his head to look behind him, and after about three breaths, he stood up from the red high-backed chair, his face turned gloomy to violent, and shouted, "What the hell is going on?" ”

He likes purity, he likes the purity of all darkness as if he was born of him, and he hates it most when others set off fireworks while he eats, which will paint the cold darkness, which is a provocative behavior.

He hated fueling fireworks, and even more hated making the Kernar family's warship into fireworks, because it was not only a provocation, but also a naked slap in the face.

Just as Surbacho was furious, the security door opened, and the staff officer, who had not been away for a long time, walked up to him with a panicked face and whispered: "Sir, the military port has been attacked by an enemy of unknown origin, and the D-103 patrol has exchanged fierce fire with the enemy. ”

Attacked by the enemy? The military port of Goldin was attacked? In "Aradel"? The hinterland of the United Kingdom of Turanks?

Everyone present was dumbfounded as long as there was nothing wrong with their ears, thinking that this was more like a joke, and someone actually ran to the Golding Military Port where the Amber Fleet and the "Aladel" garrison navy were located to make trouble, isn't this looking for death?

But the rapidly expanding firelight and the rapidly passing brilliance outside showed that this qiē was happening, and that there were indeed people attacking the military port, riding on Sulbacho's head and at such a sensitive time.

Steinbell and Claiston looked at each other, but did not speak, each straightening up their slightly hunched backs, waiting for Surbachgio's reaction.

Scott? Horner and the other fleet leaders couldn't sit or stand, and it was like a baking oven under their buttocks, and it was very uncomfortable.

Sulbacho asked with a gloomy face, "Is it Tang Fang, is it him?" ”

Except for the Tang Fang of "Dillard", he really can't think of anyone else who has the guts to do such a thing, just so not long ago, the biological warship appeared in "Etiya" and hijacked Philips and Benny Sr.

But isn't that guy in "Etiah"? How is it possible to silently pass through the blockade of the Edward fleet?

Is it really good to do that? Aren't you afraid of provoking the hatred of the United Kingdom of Tulanx? The Star Alliance, the Sulu Empire, and the Mengya Empire were involved in the whirlpool of war because of him, and if the United Kingdom of Tulanx was involved again, the life of the Star Alliance would definitely not be comfortable, and a smart person like him would make such a fool?

Sulbacho could have made the decision to "take advantage of his illness to kill him, and intend to sacrifice the flag with Captain Tang's head". But he couldn't accept that the other party came to his door to make trouble, because he felt that he was a smart person, and judging from what Captain Tang had done in the past, he was also a smart person.

Since he is also a smart person, there should not be much deviation in his judgment of the international situation, if he is put in the position of Captain Tang. Never do that.

If it was just to blow up the old duke's body and rob the prison, the United Kingdom of Tulanx would at most verbally condemn it, after all, the Kerner family had long hoped that Congreve would be finished, but if Captain Tang treated "Aladell" like "Mubarak", it would inevitably start a new war, and even if Henrietta got in the way, it would not be able to prevent the domestic princes from raising troops for revenge.

No one knows if they're going to be the next Harrington? Harris, or the next Congreeve? Kernar, for the organization that can subvert the power structure of the West Lunbuir Region, the only way is to completely eliminate it. In order to appease the hearts of the powerful in various countries, even the Star Alliance couldn't protect him at that time.

Therefore, Surbacho stubbornly believed that Captain Don would not treat "Aradell" like "Mubarak" anyway, which would bring the danger of destruction to "Morning Star Casting".

This kind of cognition derives an idea that it is okay for him to kill Captain Tang, and if Captain Tang kills him, he is killing himself.

Based on this, he thought that he couldn't do too much, and he could pluck the hair on both sides of Tang Laohu's mouth as he wanted. The other person sneezes at most two times and growls a few times. I didn't dare to bite him to death.

But...... Who would have thought that the surname Tang would really do that.

He naturally didn't know that Tang Fang wanted to save Zhou Ai's life, let alone a Turanks United Kingdom, even if it was an enemy of the entire West Lunbuir Region, he would not hesitate to do so.

However, just when Sulbacho decided that it was the Don side who did it, the staff officer said: "No...... I don't know. ”

I don't know? He even said he didn't know. The young duke really wanted to slap the staff officer and was beaten to the door of his house, but he didn't know who the enemy was, and he dared to do this, was there anyone else besides the guy surnamed Tang?

The staff officer looked at Sulbacho's furious face. "Yes...... is our unmanned defense facility...... They...... They seem to have been invaded and turned to attack the patrol fleet, so it is not clear whether Tang Fang did it. ”

The voice was so loud that everyone at the table could hear it clearly.

A staff officer of the Amber Fleet stood up from his chair and waited for Surbacho's order, followed by Scott? Horner, and other fleet executives.

A dense row of firelight lit up at the end of the glass window, and the light radiation that burst out instantly obscured the starry sky.

It was the air mines that spread around the starport that were collectively detonated, turning the dark space into a sea of red flames.

Sulbacho grimaced and said, "Let's go." "Walk out the door with the staff officer.

Although the true identity of the enemy is not yet known, eighty percent of it is related to the Tang side.

Scott and the other high-ranking fleet generals followed closely and hurried to the command center of the military port.

Steinbell did not move, and when the generals were far away, he cut a steak full of truffle juice from the plate with a knife and fork on the table, and chewed it vigorously for a while, making a rude "chirp" sound.

"Well, it tastes good, although it's a little cold." He looked at Claston across from him and said, "How I don't remember that the Kurds had such a craft, and I had never eaten such a delicious steak before." ”

Kurd was Duke Congreve's personal chef, and since the death of the old duke, he has been placed by Sulbacho's side to take care of his daily diet. Congreve often feasted with the generals during his lifetime, and Steinbell knew the chef well, including his style of cuisine.

Claxton looked at his face and said, "Because he has a new owner." ”

"Oh." Steinbell said, "That's right. After a pause, he said, "You don't want to taste it?" ”

"Why didn't you dare to eat it just now?" With that, Claxton put a large piece of foie gras with a fork into his mouth and chewed it for a while, as if he was enjoying a lover's caresses.

Steinbell beckoned the waiter, who was not going to leave or staying, to pour the glass in front of him with a glass full of precious wine, looked at the remaining rosy red in the goblet in front of Sulbacho's seat, and said, "I'm hungry......"

"Hungry?" Claiston scoffed.

Steinbell pinched the napkin on the edge of the table and dipped the caviar from the corner of his lips: "Compared to the starving ghost." I'm more used to being a full-bodied ghost. ”

Cliston added, "Are you so happy that you know you're going to die?" ”

"Because there will be people who will accompany me to die," Steinbel said. ”

"Are you convinced?"

"If he had left, he should have left 'Aladel' a long time ago, why wait until now."

"Your thoughts like this are tantamount to treason, and if that person knows, it is a great sin to punish the nine clans."

"Aren't you the same?"

Chryston burst out laughing. Looking out the window, he said, "I like this kind of turn." ”

Steinbell drained the glass of wine, burped a long wine, and said, "I like this twist too." ”

The light coming in from the window is reflecting the whole room in a burst of frost white, and there are only two people left in the long dining table to drink, which is very poetic and can also be said to be emotional.

The waiter still didn't know what to do, he wanted to leave but didn't dare to leave, and he wanted to stay but didn't dare to stay. Like a child who has done something wrong.

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THE D-103 PATROL, A PUNITIVE KNIGHT-CLASS DESTROYER, WAS SWEPT INTO A HORNET'S NEST BY PROJECTILES FIRED FROM A 120MM CLOSE-IN RAPID-FIRE GUN ARRAY. This was not enough to sink it, and it only caused some minor or serious injuries.

If these injuries can continue to accumulate, eventually it will go down the path of sinking. IT IS A PITY THAT THE 200MM RAILGUN IN THE BOW OF THE KNIGHT-CLASS DESTROYER FIRED SEVERAL RAIL PROJECTILES AT THE FIRST TIME, HITTING THE UNATTENDED 120MM RAPID-FIRE RAPID-FIRE GUN BATTERY, BLOWING UP A HUGE CRATER OF LIGHT AND FIRE.

The heat from the impact ignited the ammunition depot, and a brilliant light exploded, which lasted for a few breaths before slowly shrinking and falling silent.

NOT FAR AWAY, A TWIN 240MM MAGNETIC RAIL GUN SHOT OUT TWO RAYS OF BRILLIANCE, ONE IN FRONT AND ONE IN THE BACK. Accurately hit the tail of a missionary-class frigate, smashing two thrusters to pieces. The shock wave and thermal radiation caused by the explosion reacted to the power system, causing the main engine to go out, the pressurized chamber and the energy transmission duct to catch fire, and the hull could only swing left and right in the void under the action of the auxiliary injector, like a drunk who could not control his legs and feet.

ANOTHER WAVE OF PROJECTILES STRUCK, AND THE 240MM CALIBER TUNGSTEN PROJECTILE HIT THE ANTENNA BASE OF THE ISLAND AND HIT FRAGMENTS. On the surface of the ship, sparks were sparked in the armor.

The missionary-class frigate is like a bouquet of flowers ravaged by a strong wind, spewing out large and small metal shards with each impact, accompanied by a flurry of fire and smoke.

Eventually, after a dazzling storm of light, it died completely. Turned into a mass of wreckage and drifted away, leaving countless fragments in its path, scattering in all directions at an extremely slow speed.

AT THIS MOMENT, A THICK FLASH PIERCED THE VOID, LIKE A SILVER-BLUE SWORD FROM THE SKY, INSTANTLY PIERCING THE TWIN 240MM MAGNETIC RAIL TURRETS, DISMEMBERING IT INTO COUNTLESS METAL WRECKAGE COVERED WITH MOLTEN FLUID, WHICH SLOWLY COOLED AND DARKENED IN THE FOLLOWING FLIGHT, COMPLETELY BLENDING INTO THE DARKNESS OF SPACE.

Flashing comes from space-based plasma cannons, and high-powered batteries like this are usually manned and rarely work in unmanned mode, making them formidable comrades for the D-103 patrol.

No one knows why the small and medium-sized space-based plasma weapons operating in unmanned mode suddenly mutate, launch an attack on the D-103 patrol fleet, and even the wireless communication with the military port was abruptly interrupted, until the laser communication mode was activated.

Some attempts by node facilities to send offline commands to space-based defense facilities operating in unmanned mode have been in vain, and almost all functional facilities based on wireless communication methods have been paralyzed. The soldiers had no choice but to attack the unguarded structures that were offensive because they were the only ones who could survive.

This is an extremely depressing thing that can vomit blood, and all kinds of unmanned facilities used to deal with external threats have become the culprits of the burial of their own warships.

Many grassroots commanders can't help but curse their mothers in the communication band, and many more people can't figure out what this is all about, who has the ability to crack the communication keys that have been heavily encrypted by the military and hijack unmanned defense platforms.

Missiles with different tails of different lengths flew all over the sky, classic artillery and electromagnetic cannons of different calibers splashed like rain of projectiles, plasma cannons, laser cannons, and particle weapons shot out colorful neon that cut the night sky, and there were all kinds of air mines distributed in various areas, like firecrackers set off on a celebration day, blooming one after another with dazzling brilliance.

It was not only the D-103 patrol fleet that was attacked, but also the D-105, D-108 and other warship groups that carried out patrol missions around the space lanes near the military port. More than 300 warships are almost all in combat condition, and their enemies are their many small and medium-sized unmanned platforms.

From a distance, the Golding Harbor looked like it had been thrown into a cauldron with boiling oil.

When the losses of the patrol units belonging to the "Aradel" garrison naval fleet continued to rise, Sulbacho took Scott? Horner and the others arrived at the command center of the military port.

An operational staff officer stepped forward to give a brief account of the battlefield situation and led several people to the operational command platform.

The intelligence officer distinguishes the unmanned facilities around the starport from the manned facilities and the patrols belonging to the garrison naval fleet, marks them, and displays the real-time situation of the battlefield on the electronic sand table.

Surbachgio's face was no longer smiling, gloomy as rain clouds as the sky. (To be continued......)