"I mean, can you believe it? Such a great defeat, and not long after such a glorious victory, and the fact that their commanders were the same person, really worried me, a civilian, about the so-called famous generals in the textbooks. Like a stand-up comedian, Courter throws his baggage and causes laughter.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Schiller looked impatiently at Court, who spread out his hands.

"Mr. Court!" Judge Paden also reminded him again.

"No one could have imagined that Fazani could succeed, including my client, and that's what I wanted to say." Courter spoke to the jurors, and as soon as he said this, there was a whisper from the auditorium.

"Let's put ourselves in Colonel O'Grady's shoes, with a major operation in the uncertainty of life and death, 7,000 lives, and a commander who has never been in contact with him." Court's words were scorching. "He didn't know any of General Fazzani's abilities, and he had never followed him for even a day before this mission. The only thing he knew was the infamous battle of shame and the suspicion of the general. He painstakingly pitched his ideas to the jurors.

"But Colonel O'Grady dutifully fulfilled the orders assigned to him by the General, and under his command, the Offa . Working together, the entire crew of the Ward risked their lives to return and sail out of the hinterland of the opposing army, and in the face of imminent death and fear, he rescued all of Tramon's colonies under unimaginable mental pressure. And at the last moment, on one side were the lives of thousands of people, and on the other side was the superior who was completely untrustworthy at the time, and one of his orders that no one could understand. So what did Colonel O'Grady choose? He stared at the jurors.

"He chose to take responsibility for their lives personally, and he chose to gamble with his own lives as well!"

……

As the long adjournment was finally over, Fazzani sat upright in the mock room of the Military Discipline Court, where there were only the three of them, and in the far main hall, there were observers who wanted to sit on the empty seat of Fazzani's hologram because there were not enough seats, but they were forced to retreat by the angry glare of his fierce eyes. Petowski remained asleep the whole time, and the hangover sleepiness seemed to be fully released in the presence of his most trusted superior, who tilted his head against Fazzani, who only frowned slightly.

Fazzani's only concern now is the outcome of the trial, a one-hour adjournment following the second cross-examination and argument between the prosecution and the defence, where jurors will discuss and vote on the information obtained from both venues to decide whether Colonel O'Grady is convicted of several counts, and Judge Padden will determine the punishment for the alleged guilty offense based on the jury's resolution.

Before the bench, Hepburn. O'Grady sat quietly with his fingers crossed and his head down, while Jolien beside him. Court, on the other hand, looked like he was in a good mood, flipping through the electronic record board in his hand, while talking to the assistant in the front row of the law firm. Naval Judicial Prosecutor Adrian. Major Schiller and his assistants were seated in a precarious position, and like most of the JSD military personnel present, they were officers on active duty, with strict military qualities and restrictions, and could not be as casual as civilians like Court.

With the appearance of the judge and all the jurors, the judge of the Military Discipline Court shouted again to stand.

Thomas. After Judge Paden read the indictment, the lead jurors on the jury began to read out the results of their resolutions.

"About Hepburn, deputy commander-in-chief of the 137th Marine Brigade of the First Fleet of the Silver Alliance. The verdict in Major O'Grady's lawsuit reads: "He held up a clipboard and turned the pages on the screen with his hands.

"Intentional disobedience to the orders of a superior...... Guilty. The juror said. Fazzani in the auditorium breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could recover his senses, the jurors' subsequent verdict made his heart sink again and again.

"Intentionally causing harm...... In the clear. ”

"Negligent Causing Injury...... Guilty. ”

"Obstruction of the performance of duties...... In the clear. ”

"Fighting Against Orders...... In the clear. ”

"Dereliction of duty...... In the clear. ”

"The verdict is over."

"Thank you, jury." Parton nodded at the table and focused his gaze on O'Grady. "The following sentences were handed down after hearing the respective statements of the prosecution and defense on the two counts convicted by the jury."

"Colonel O'Grady's disobedience to military orders will be reduced by three ranks."

"Colonel O'Grady's negligence causing injury is to be dismissed from military service and never hired."

"Based on the results of the two crimes, Mr. O'Grady, you have been officially removed from the Silver Alliance Navy from now on, and you will be an ordinary civilian in the future, and the verdict is over." Parton rang the gavel on the judge's desk.

Voices began to appear in the originally silent military discipline court at this time, and the soldiers were discussing, some with relief on their faces, and some with grievances. On the defense bench, Jolien. Court held out his palm to O'Grady and shook hands with the still smiling agent. A case that was impossible to win is now a prison sentence with no dignity but a prison sentence, which is a big win for either O'Grady or Court.

"What? He killed so many of my soldiers, and just removed a military service? Petowski suddenly shouted in the courtroom at this moment. He had woken up, perhaps not asleep since the beginning of the trial, and he couldn't believe his ears just as much as Fazzani, but Fazzani couldn't bear it, and he couldn't care about anything.

"Please don't make a lot of noise in the military court!" The court officials shouted at him.

"What kind of military discipline court is this? This man is a criminal, and you're going to let him go? Petowski blushed and suddenly burst out of his seat, and Fazzani didn't hold back, he was already rushing to the defense bench like a gust of wind.

"You bastard!" He flew and pounced, his hands like hooks, to choke Hepburn. O'Grady's neck, and the latter just looked at him coldly like a fool.

Of course, he pounced, passing through O'Grady's holographic figure, and Petowski slammed his head against the identical table in the moot courtroom, blood dripping from his forehead.