By contrast, the joint forces of the three nations trapped inside the fortress numbered nearly 300,000 personnel, from crewmen and assault troops to garrison staff. Yet after suffering 15,000 casualties, all the remaining personnel and more than eighty warships of various sizes chose to surrender.
Of course, they had ultimately surrendered only because they were trapped inside a fortress in space by a massive enemy army, caught between a rock and a hard place with nowhere left to go. I thought that even His Majesty the Emperor would surely forgive them once he learned the circumstances, right?
Besides, no matter how you looked at it, compared to the heads rolling on the fortress, the more than one hundred million civilians on Greenfeather had enjoyed far greater peace and quiet, despite having served as bait. Although they had been under tremendous pressure, they truly had not been harmed from beginning to end.
These ordinary citizens of the Bakwei Republic had merely lost things like their atmospheric regulation satellites, essence-wave relay stations, and orbital elevators. They would probably return, for a long time, to a pastoral life sealed away on a single planet, much like the days before the interstellar age.
That was probably the only price they had to pay.
"So, counting this great victory, you've won nine battles in nine victories, sweeping across two thousand light-years of the Far Shore Nebula with nothing able to stand in your way," Rozers said to Yu Lian.
This counts as nine victories in nine battles? For a moment, Yu Lian nearly suspected that the man was bad at mathematics. Of course, he quickly understood what Rozers meant. "...You mean that defeating the local garrison fleets of the Empire and tearing down the border lords' castles counts too?"
"Hmm, why wouldn't it?" Naturally, the