Lieutenant Colonel Gustav von Schutkhaugie stepped into the commanding office on the bridge, his old friend and superior, Commodore Rudolf von Fafnier, a small fleet of 1,100 ships, consisting of 300 cruisers and 700 destroyers and 100 warships, which was only a small remnant of the Imperial army of more than 20,000.

Lieutenant Commander Schutchauja saw that His Excellency Commodore Fafnier was enthusiastically demonstrating various pictures on the three-dimensional map in front of him, and when he walked over, he saw that there were demonstrations of the movement of some fleets, as well as of attacks and defenses. "I thought you were watching a yellow, exciting three-dimensional movie, Brigadier General. ”

"Am I so inferior? Gustav, you're going to clean your filthy mind! This is the battle report and record of Major General Mugel in the past few days, which is interesting, right?"

"You can get this too? Hmm...... Yes, as Your Excellency, you can indeed get reports and records of fleet battles. Okay, so let's see how the blonde kid is tactically good, right?"

An hour later, "Your Excellency Mijer is really a good fighter, and I really can't think that he was promoted to an official by nepotism." Lieutenant Colonel Shotek said after reading it.

"yes, the central breakthrough and the flank attack are all perfectly done. Those fools in the salon really think that the golden retriever relied on women to get promoted? However, this little guy is also very interesting, you see, he is very fond of flamboyant performances and fantastic attacks in his conducting, both in terms of movement and attack, which is known for his large and gorgeous effects. Although this is not deliberate, it is unintentionally revealing the thinking of Major General Mijel who likes to take risks. Faveniel said.

"May it be auspicious. ”

"What is the level of strategy and grand tactics of Major General Mugel is unknown. But when it comes to small and medium-sized fleet tactics, he likes to use risky and aggressive tactics, striving to defeat the enemy in one blow, and if the result is huge. This tactic is in trouble if he encounters an Alliance commander who is stupid enough to play the most dull fleet tactics or whose tactical changes are still above him. But...... Is there such a person at the level of the alliance? Forget it, anyway, if you continue to play like this, the golden retriever will have to suffer sooner or later......"

"The Confederate fleet has been spotted 1.5 light-seconds away!X-9, Y11, and Z8 in azimuth! The number is about 500!The type has been identified as the Confederate destroyer!" the enemy claimant under the bridge reported in a loud voice.

The current Fafnir fleet is holding a very important grid point, in this position to continuously transmit the main movement of the Allied fleet in front back to the Imperial Army Headquarters, and at the same time, it has also attacked many Confederate outpost fleets passing here, accumulating the results equivalent to its own number and its own losses are negligible—under the limited number of targets attacked by Fafnir, it is really the Alliance Commander who will inflict heavy casualties on him......

"Huh, did the commander of the Allied fleet on the other side have a water in his head? His number is only half of mine, and he actually pounced on him directly?"

Colonel Boqiu Pan, 31 years old, is a brave general of the new generation of the League who is considered to be the "successor of Ulanfu". "The enemy in front of you is a coward!

In the battles of the previous few days, the Favenir fleet clearly showed the style of "bullying the weak and fearing the hard", and on several occasions spared the Allied fleet, which was only half of them, and adopted a defensive strategy against the Allied fleet, which was only one-third of them, and only when the Allied fleet was less than a quarter of them, he would pounce on it and bite it fiercely. Therefore, the allies basically believe that "the commander of the Imperial fleet here is timid and cowardly, and it is enough to disperse or annihilate them with a fleet comparable to it!"

As for the suggestion of a certain black-haired colonel, the colonel's staff officer, who was called "a white eater," said, "Perhaps a calm and composed enemy." "This kind of proposal is simply thrown in the trash.

The last of the attackers to be chosen was the brave commander who was the closest to this grid, Colonel Pan's detachment, and although there were only 500 destroyers as the main force, the allies believed that "Colonel Pan should be able to inflict heavy damage on this Imperial fleet, or at least drive them out of the city." ”

The Confederate fleet charged in an inverted triangle formation, which was able to exert its firepower fairly well while having a reserve that could be delayed, and the attack was launched at high speed and without confusion, inspired by the brave commander.

Commodore Fafnier sat in the commander's chair and shook his finger and gave the order: "The flagship and its battleship detachment move to the right flank, all the cruisers move to the left flank, and the destroyers are arrayed in the middle! The three detachments are lined up in preparation for defensive battle! The flagship and battleship detachments, the cruiser detachment take advantage of the range advantage and wait for the enemy to enter the maximum range before opening fire! Disrupt their steps!"

The chief of staff, Lieutenant Colonel Shotekhaojian, quickly conveyed the commander's order, and at the same time began the next step of the operation with the other staff officers.

The Imperial fleet quickly changed formations, and the beam spears fired out of the Alliance's ships. Taking advantage of the range, the Imperial Army launched round after round of salvos, which were quite successful in disrupting the neat attack array of the Confederate fleet, but also did not inflict much damage on the Confederate fleet due to the range.

On the flagship "Duisburg", Brigadier General Fafnier slumped on the commander's sofa, in front of which was a projection of the battle between the two sides. The speed of the Allied forces was not much slower, and they began to gather together in order to resist the artillery fire fired by the Imperial Army with the advantage of range, and used the overlapping of defensive fields to increase their defenses. But as the distance got closer, the casualties of the Confederates began to appear gradually.

Four hours after the start of the battle in Standard Time, the Confederates came into their range and began to rain heavily on the Imperial Army. By this time, the Allies had lost about fifty destroyers in the fleet, and the casualties could be said not to the extent that they lost the strength of the assault. But at this moment, the formation of the Imperial Army has already been completed, and the replenishment and rest and tidying operations have also been carried out in the four hours that the Alliance is on the road, and most of the soldiers and officers can even take a certain amount of rest, and now is the time for physical strength and concentration to be perfected.

The two assault groups in front of the Confederates had two hundred destroyers each, and their salvo hitting one hundred battleships and three hundred cruisers on the left and right flanks of the Reich also caused about ten battleships and thirty cruisers to withdraw from the battle line, but by this time even the dullest commander could see that the defeat of the Allied forces was inevitable.

"How come!!!Why hasn't the Imperial Army collapsed?No!It must be retreated!"," Colonel Pan had already cursed the officers of the General Staff for the speculation of the enemy commander, "This is a cowardly and cowardly Imperial nobleman!" Soon, he will have to pay the price for himself and the light enemy of the Allied command.

At this moment, he still had a chance to abandon some of the troops that had gone forward and the main force to move in, because the 700 destroyers of the Empire had not come forward to fire, and now he was still engaged in battleship and cruiser detachments, and the support forces prepared for him by the Allies were still 1 light-second behind him - in other words, he launched an attack on the Empire in advance......

Before Colonel Boqiu could make up his mind, the destroyer detachment of the Imperial Army suddenly began to advance at high speed.

"Well, enough of this farce. Tell the destroyers to give them the last blow! Then let's move in, and we'll have a thousand ships of the Alliance following us. Brigadier General Fafnir gave the order after the last moment, "Whew, I'll go back to sleep." Schutek Haughan, after a round of shooting, no matter what the situation, retreated from the battlefield, there was no need to stay here any longer. ”

The Imperial destroyer's railgun fired a salvo, while the Imperial battleship and cruiser also fired a salvo with the door wide open. The Confederates immediately fell into the abyss of misery, sinking more than 350 ships with a single blow, and Colonel Boqiu and his flagship turned into cosmic dust. The remaining ships turned and ran away in despair, completely ignoring their own exposure of their fragile asses to the Imperial Army. But instead of launching a second round of fire, the Empire retreated and left the battlefield. An hour later, the Allied forces, with more than 3,000 ships arriving at the fastest speed, had no choice but to take in the remnants of the Confederates, but they succeeded in occupying the airspace.

Not to mention who the Confederates were responsible for this loss, Brigadier General Fafnir received a report a day after leaving the airspace, "The golden retriever has been ambushed...... Finally, he was lucky to get out. But the other party really attaches importance to him, and actually mobilized tens of thousands of ships to fight him. ”

"Huh, are there really that many? Your Excellency asked me to see it too. ”

In the battle of November 9, Reinhardt was almost caught in the encirclement of the Allied forces.

On this day, at 7:45 a.m., attacking one of the corners of the Allied formation, using fire to control the gradual retreat first, striking again at the enemy who had come out of Yanshu, advancing backwards from the left and right flanks of the protruding enemy, spreading the formation behind and annihilating it with artillery fire from the rear, which was a thousand times more difficult to carry out than to plan, but Reinhardt lured the enemy's fleet movement like a piano playing a keyboard and began the battle. At the moment when Reinhardt artistically unfolded the back of the enemy. From the bottom, from the top, and from the back, a new enemy has arrived.

Reinhardt's use of tactics was predicted by the enemy, to be precise, Colonel Young Willy, and it should be said that it was the result of psychological analysis, first confirming that Reinhardt (of course, he would not know the name of the road) had developed various tactical patterns, and then set it to be based on an arrogant play, and found out that the tactics he had used so far were sideways and backwards, and then made a distribution map of Reinhardt's sortie locations to analyze the mode of action. After that, a total of 10,000 ships were marked, and Yang entrusted the implementation of the operation to Admiral Greenhill. During this day's fighting, Reinhardt was able to break through a corner of the encirclement in the midst of suffering, but the damage amounted to more than 800 ships, compared to the total number of ships damaged so far was only 30, which should be said to have taught him a great lesson.

As a result, Reinhardt was able to get out of danger because the Allies were stingy with their forces and did not complete the encirclement. "It is enough to thwart the prestige of the slightly clever enemy general. Don't get caught up in the little things and forget about the big purpose of Iserlon. "This was the opinion of the Confederate Chiefs, and it was absolutely correct - in the case of the time.

"The Golden Retriever reported that there were so many warships surrounding him? Lieutenant Colonel Schutkehao said after reading it.

"The numbers should be about the same, I said, Gustav, you have a psychological problem! You can't be ...... I've got to stay away from you! You've become a dead!"

"Damn it, Your Excellency Rudolf von Fafnier, I'm not a faggot!" shouted Schutkehau, blushing. The rest of the bridge is already surprised......

On December 1st, the Free Planets Alliance finally deployed in front of the fortress of Iserlon.

That's six and four light-seconds away from the range of Thor's hammer.

"The number of ships is more than 30,000. "Iserlon's tactical computer calculated. That's a small fraction of the fifth attack two years ago, when there were more than 50,000 points of light that filled the main screen of the Central Commander of the Iserlohn Fortress. But 30,000 is also a considerable number of troops, and the feeling of oppression is unusual.

There were 20,000 Imperial troops attacking from the fortress. They constantly fired salvos from the main guns, which opened the prelude to the firefight. Tens of thousands of bars of light passed through the universe, and explosive light pulsated across the screen. The unleashed turbulence of energy shook the ship. Fierce battles unfolded outside the range of the fortress's main guns.

During this period, the "Mjolnir" gradually filled with a huge amount of energy. Once it utters a silent roar, clever tactics and fleet wielding, it all dissolves into tiny units of Faai, broken down into the smallest elements of the universe.

"Waltz on the D line. ”

This is what the Allies have learned through the lessons of blood, the essence of fleet movement. Correctly determine the range of the Iserlohn Fortress's main gun, Thor's Hammer, and lure the enemy into the front and exit lines quickly. There is only a split second error in time. In a flash of "Thor's hammer", the entire fleet will be shattered. The soft aspect of perfectly controlling this movement is quite high, and the strength of the allies in this regard is superior to that of the Empire.

On the other hand, for the Empire, this is not a problem. Highlight the fleet to the "D line", constantly entertain with firepower, and want to bring the opponent into range. However, at this time, you don't want to be sniped by the main guns of the fortress, so you must be ready to spread out to the left and right. The real response lasted for two hours, and it seemed that it was in a state of stalemate.

Commodore Fafnir and his small fleet of more than a thousand ships are now anchored in the anchorage of the fortress of Iserlohn, and he and the chief of staff, Lieutenant Colonel Schutkhowjan, watched the battle between the Alliance and the Empire in the endless void outside through the thick transparent armor, countless points of light suddenly appeared in the darkness and disappeared in an instant, each point of light was the disappearance of hundreds of human lives.

"It's a pleasant pastime to stand in a safe place and watch people play with their lives, don't you say? ”

"yes, that's right. Karl opened the market again to bet on who won, as well as the casualty figures for both sides. ”

"What a hopeless rotten gambler. Anyway, he can do whatever he likes, as long as he doesn't drop the chain when he fights on the ground. ”

Reinhardt von Mügel, a weakly crowned eighteen-year-old young man, with his fair, slender fingers fashioned according to the golden ratio, made a sound and explained the intentions of the allies to his red-haired friend who was a lieutenant and a former staff officer.

"My fleet, no, there are only 2,200 ships. This is very little tactically, but the strategic implications are extreme. ”

Gilfias stared at the blonde young man, who was both a chief and a friend. Realizing what he meant, Reinhardt smiled again.

"I'm not mistaken, Gilfias. At the tactical level, it's only 2,200 ships, but those 2,200 ships will save Iserlon. ”

Reinhardt's rhetoric was never unfounded. Believing that this would not be the initial exception, Gilfias contacted Marshal Mick Belga on Reinhardt's instructions to ask for permission to attack.

During this period, the Allied forces continued to dance the perfectly controlled dance on the line of the range limit of the "Mjolnir", and the Imperial Army responded with firepower, and in this regard, Marshal Lopos and Admiral Greenhill were by no means inferior in tactical control.

At this time, from the dead end of the "Thor's hammer", a group of multi-headed missiles flew. Just after the cries of warning from the guards of the fortress, the light of the bullet made Iserlon's skin glow.

The fortress of Iserlohn also greeted it with a volley of bullet barrages. A white explosion of light, the necklace that turned into a demon shone brightly. The vision of the generals of the two armies was scorched, and the solid missiles and gasified missiles filled the adjacent space of the fortress, and the aftermath of the energy consumed by the non-productive land turned into a whirlwind and rushed on the surface of the fortress, blowing away the fort and gun mounts.

Judging from the huge body of the Iserlohn Fortress, a large group of missile boats, which could not be called even a cell, carried out concentrated attacks on all parts of the fortress through the gap between artillery battles. The main points of the operation of the Allied aides, who proudly said that "the main force was used as bait," were at several points on the surface. Concentrate thousands of missiles and carry out continuous blasting. The thorough concentration of fire to control an anthill on the giant seems to have worked.

An unnatural hole was suddenly dug out of the ranks of the Allied forces approaching the fortress, and it should be said that the continuous explosion of light blew the ships away along with the missiles, creating a void sphere in the void.

It was Reinhardt's flank attack, scattering the weakly defended missile boats in a continuous stream of fireballs and balls of light, and then extending the line of fire to snipe the main Allied forces above.

To dodge the attack, the Allies would have to turn back at two o'clock, but that side would be within range of Thor's hammer.

The Confederates fell into Reinhardt's trap. As he had made clear to Gilfias, there were only two thousand two hundred ships. At this time, he dominated the entire battle situation, and it was in turn using the tactics of the Allied forces, which proved that Reinhardt's tactical ability was abnormally refined.

At this time, the Allies could not use their numerical superiority. If you expand the formation, you will be wiped out by the "Mjolnir", and there is no other way than the extremely slender spindle formation before and after Caitou, and the tip of it will rush towards Reinhardt. This was the only way for the Allies to survive, and Reinhardt certainly did not intend to let them succeed.

The attack and defense between Reinhardt and the allies were carried out in a fierce state of conflict between the tips of the long swords. Originally, with a force ratio of about fifteen to one, it should not have been possible to fight any decent battle, but as long as it was not surrounded. For Reinhardt, there was nothing to fear. Just as the knight standing on a narrow bridge cut down the enemy from the front one by one, he stopped the enemy with concentrated artillery fire and soft advance and retreat.

"It seems that the Golden Retriever's tactical concept is good, is the alliance an army composed of idiots? Why fight with the Golden Retriever on this line, don't you just withdraw from the firing range? Could it be that Miugel still dares to pursue? At such a close distance, even if you get entangled with him and then cover the missile boat to continue the attack from below, I see what you Mijel is going to do? Call Thor's hammer to kill with one shot. Brigadier General Favenir muttered.

The Imperial fleets, which had been allowing Reinhardt to fight alone, rushed out from Iseron to this point. Regardless of the motive of the desire to obtain martial arts. Tactically, it was appropriate to think that the Allied ships had been stretched long and long to the front and back, and it was easy and effective to sprint to cut off their flanks.

"It's like cutting cream with a thick-bladed knife, cutting them off and breaking them down individually!"

The order of Marshal Mick Belga, which is not confined to details, only takes advantage of the momentum of the whole army to use the entire battle situation, which cannot be said to be wrong. Sticking to that is the theory of the Imperial Army, and with the alliance as the side, it cannot be easily cut by a sharp blade. Chief of Staff Greenhill accepted Colonel Willy Young's advice and made the decision to devote all reserve forces. The Imperial Army is attacking, which means that they cannot use the "Thor's Hammer". As long as this situation is true, it is no longer possible to sit idly by and watch the defeat of friendly forces. If the Allies had sufficient reserves, they would have been able to engage in massive melee within range of Thor's hammer, and Iserlon's proud fortress cannon would have become useless. As a result, it will be similar to the fermentation of the Fifth Iserlohn Offensive and Defensive War, and it will be difficult to suddenly clean up the situation, and the melee state does not seem to have a tendency to flow to the end. The constant consumption of time, material, and human life will spread the colorful sense of a kaleidoscope of disorder throughout the war domain. In the mass production of tragedies, comedies, and tragedies large and small, the battle drama starring the Allied "Rose Knight" is really quite gorgeous and unusual.

Originally, the appearance of the "Rose Knight" should not be much in fleet warfare, but in the sixth Iserlohn Raiders, this radical group of exiles continued to attack with special raid landing ships as if they had broken with common sense, and reproduced the "Century of Cosmic Pirates" in the West. For every time they captured an enemy ship, they used their communication devices to call the former captain.

"Get out, Lyugainerk, have prepared a special seat for you on the Hell Direct, or have you already escaped?"

The "Rose Knights" were also reassured by saying, "This war is not your private war," but the company commander, Colonel Walter von Schenkob, succinctly rejected the suggestion.

"This is a private war, otherwise, it will be really unbearable. ”

The poisonous tongue of the wing commander was supplemented by Major Caspar Linz, the assistant officer of the wing commander.

"We haven't degenerated to the point of killing people in the course of our official duties!"

After the dangerous remarks of the two cadres, Captain Brumhardt deliberately pulled the trigger of the portable cannon, causing the friendly forces of conscience to shut up and disperse.

In this way, the "Rose Knights" spread letters of invitation written in blood to Lyoneburg personally throughout the battlefield.

On the 1st of December, the Wing Commander of the "Rose Knights" led his men in an attack, and Colonel Kob saw the Imperial fleet hiding in a circle behind it—the small fleet of Commodore Fafnier, and he did not rush to attack the Confederate fleet as his colleagues, but stayed in this place to watch the play up close. His flagship protruded from the very top of the formation, exchanging fire with the approaching Allied warships, "Your Excellency, the enemy's raiding landing ships are rushing at high speed! Do you want to intercept?" Favenir looked at the enemy ships sprayed with Rose Knights on the hull, and the high-speed destroyers surrounded by escorts rushed towards his flagship in the chaos of the battlefield. "There's no need! Pay attention to the firepower of the opposing battleship, I'll loosen my bones. As he spoke, he left the bridge.

With a bang, one of the Rose Knights' fortified assault boats picked up the battleship "Duisburg" under the cover of its companions

"Get out, get out, Lyuneburg, get out and I'll send you straight to the western sky, the witches of hell are waiting, handsome guy dyed blood-red!" Singing this low-level and boring ballad, the bow of the assault boat opened, and a large number of elite soldiers in armored suits rushed into the passage of the battleship.

"Jeff has a medium concentration of particles!No shooting weapons!Prepare for a fight!" shouted the Rose Knight soldier at the front, looking at the meter.

The Imperial soldiers in front of them also stood opposite one after another, and the two sides confronted each other across the corridor. Several soldiers on the Imperial side covered a figure in the armored uniform of a senior officer behind him, who was carrying a carbon crystal knife and a carbon crystal heavy sword, and did not hold a battle axe in his hand, and looked at the Confederate soldier opposite him with both hands.

"It's the Imperial Brigadier General! kill him!" Colonel Xiankob gestured to step forward, "Colonel, please leave it to me!" shouted Captain Dia Deacon as he raised his tomahawk and charged his men forward. Captain Dia Deacon did not meet Major General Lyujebrk at the Battle of Vanfleet, so he did not die as in the original book, and now he led the battle against the Imperial Army.

The oncoming Imperial soldiers were completely unable to stop the brave captain, and soon retreated one after another with wounds, exposing the Brigadier General of the Empire.

"Your name, Brigadier General of the Empire!" said Colonel Seckob in the call.

"Don't think so much about the dead!My name is Rudolf von Fafnier!" With that, Fafnier drew his sword and began to fight. With a single slash, the carbon crystal heavy sword slashed the three Rose Knights together, and the long knife in the other hand picked up another soldier on the tip of the sword, and the body of the armored suit, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, was lifted with one hand as if it were weightless.

"Monster?" Seeing this scene, Xiankoubu's expression became cautious, and he jumped over in one step, and lifted the battle axe to slash horizontally.

The powerful two-handed horizontal slash was easily blocked by a heavy sword held in one hand, and at the same time, a counterattacking sword light formed a semicircle and cut towards Xiankoubu. A large amount of adrenaline was secreted in Xiankobu's body in an instant, "This kind of force! This kind of speed! This is not something that a human can do!" He gave up the battle axe in time, fell backwards to avoid the blow, and after Faviniel's blow missed, the heavy sword in his left hand swept again, easily slashing the two soldiers who rushed to the rescue, and at the same time, the sword light cut through the internal metal corridor of the battleship at the same time like slicing butter. All the Rose Knights took a step back at the same time, and they were helpless in the face of the inhuman warriors. Favenir didn't wait, he kicked the corpse on the ground and flew at high speed towards the Confederate soldiers opposite, and after they dodged, they clearly saw that the heavy armored suit was completely torn apart by the kick. "What is this? How is the force so great! We're going to die!"

"Retreat!" Colonel Shokob, who had gotten up to escape the catastrophe, ordered, and the Rose Knights covered each other and retreated. Favenir leaped into the crowd with a tiger jump, and the arc burst out, and the entire six warriors, with their weapons and armor, were all cut open. Captain Dia Deacon desperately tried to stop Fafnier from killing his men, but was easily cut in two pieces vertically. The Imperial soldiers were already stunned, they had never seen such a force. The Confederate soldiers desperately fled, and the last soldier was constantly killed until someone fired a shot desperately. The pursuit was halted by a loud explosion, and Kobu and his men returned to the assault boat, their hands and teeth still shaking involuntarily...... They lost dozens of men and one of the quartet, Captain Dia Deacon, in just three minutes

Fortunately, shortly after the exit, they met their target, the assault boat of Rear Admiral Reunion......

"Réneburg is dead?" Twenty-four hours later, Brigadier General Fafnir received the news, "he was so unlucky, he died from a stray bullet in battle?"

The Rose Knights have taken their revenge, but an even greater shadow has fallen over them. Everyone in the wing involved in the battle was silent about the monster, so not many people knew the strength of Brigadier General Fafnier.

The sixth offensive and defensive battle of Iserlohn is nearing its end, but the fighting is still fierce. On 6 December, after a great deal of hardship, the Allied Army reorganized more than half of its forces at the outer edge of the melee area, completing a skillful flanking posture.

What made this successful was the exploits of Colonel Yang Weili, the combat staff officer, and a small number of people said behind their backs: In the corner of his brain there is a small magic lamp, and only when the demon god of the magic lamp occasionally wakes up from his slumber, will he come up with a battle plan that will amaze others. Of course, the demon god seems to sleep 350 days a year, but now it seems to be up and moving.

However, this is also due to the willingness of the chief of staff, Admiral Greenhill, to adopt his combat plan. According to the instructions of the Chief of Staff, the Confederate forces formed a line of fire on the right side of the fortress of Iserlohn - judging from the entrance and exit of the Allies side of the cloister, and through three concentrated artillery fires, the relevant number of Imperial troops were forced into the frontal domain of the "Thor's Hammer". Then the maneuvering wave attack from the left flank inflicted no small amount of damage on the Empire, and within two hours the Imperial army had suffered more damage than it had done in the previous twenty-four hours.

But under Reinhardt's activity and two shots from Mjolnir, the League finally retreated.

At 17:04 a.m. on December 10, the Sixth Battle of the Iserlohn Fortress came to an end with the total retreat of the Free Planets Alliance.

The number of Confederate casualties in battle was 7549 OO, and the Imperial Army's was 3688 OO. The Confederates failed to achieve the strategic goal of the Iserlohn Raiders, outnumbering the enemy in terms of the number of dead. Only the tactical level of self-satisfaction of "being evenly matched before Thor's hammer moves" is left, and in exchange for it, it is equivalent to the loss of life of the entire population of a city.

On 15 December, the Ministry of War confirmed the promotion of the deceased Rear Admiral Rénieburg to the rank of Admiral, while the meritorious Reinhardt von Mügel was promoted to Lieutenant General, Rudolf von Fafnier was promoted to Rear Admiral for his early operations, and the Chief of Staff, Schutkhajan, was also promoted to the rank of Colonel, but as always, the supply of the fleet remained at the rear.

On 20 January, the Fafnier fleet was replenished to three thousand with the remnants of the organization lost in the battle, and because of his loud protest, most of the ships replenished were new. At the same time, the order was also given to "Rear Admiral Fafnier's fleet, stationed in the Agen Horz field." Crack down on the region's increasingly rampant smuggling and piracy. ”

"I heard that it was the proposal of the old man Admiral Greenmelshou. Major General Fafnier lamented.

"What a nice guy. Colonel Schutkhaughan said, and the two of them laughed together.