Fleet Commander Marcus fell into thought. "So you've been rebelling all along."
"No wonder... demi-humans, people from every nation, even the ordinary humanoid Devil Race, succubi, and Black Winged Race whom we were ordered to treat specially, all chose to join us—even without us slaughtering the other Devil Race whom we had classified as suspected Abyssal Devil Race."
"They're supporting us too. Here as well—rapid production."
"Rebellion and National War are completely different in nature."
"The occupied territory is, in truth, rebel territory. The Rebel Army never needed outside aid in the first place."
"That's why we united all parties. That's why we didn't impose unequal treatment on non-citizens, but instead treated everyone equally without discrimination."
Lynn picked up a flag. "Exactly. I've learned from the lessons of countless others. Begin the landing."
"Rapidly break through the enemy lines, swallow up the enemies along the coast, then occupy the area I've marked out. The name shall be... Gaul Revolutionary Actions, Blitzkrieg."
"Begin!"
The flag fell onto the Sand table.
The orders were relayed.
The enormous fleet began to "awaken."
On the aircraft carriers, ground crews loaded heavy bombs into the bomb bays of the bombers. In the briefing rooms, the pilots made their final mission confirmations, their eyes focused.
The massive turrets of the battleships and heavy cruisers began turning with extreme slowness. Their long, thick Gun barrels gradually rose, aiming toward the distant designated coast. Ammunition elevators fed heavy Armor-piercing Bullets and high-explosive shells into the Gun chambers, while the hydraulic systems gave off a low hum.
The densely packed landing ships and transport vessels were crammed with fully armed soldiers. They checked their automatic rifles and rocket launchers, silently counting their issued ammunition. Tank crews made one final inspection of their amphibious tanks' seals and engines. The air