Seeing the earnest smile on Leo's face, Sengoku frowned deeply. Then he suddenly turned to all the Marines and shouted, "All personnel, hear my order! From this moment on, surrender to the Revolutionary Army. Take my place and follow them until the very end. See whether what he says is true. Do you hear me?"
His voice was deafening, and every last one of them heard his roar.
The Marines were horrified. They had never expected Sengoku, their Fleet Admiral, to order them to surrender to the Revolutionary Army. But upon careful consideration, they realized this was their only way out.
Otherwise, were they really supposed to scatter to the ends of the earth and return to their hometowns to retire?
From beginning to end, these Marines from the old era had never had any path other than joining the Revolutionary Army. Sengoku had only recently come to understand this. Leo's absolution of their crimes had merely given them another push.
Once the Revolutionary Army chose to let go, Sengoku had no choice but to place these fine men into the Revolutionary Army's hands. Otherwise, he would be an unqualified and irresponsible Fleet Admiral.
After all, no matter the era, world, or dynasty, the lives of fighting men were always the hardest. They could secure a place within the machinery and system of violence, but once they left it, none of their skills could be put to use in society. If they did not surrender now, were they really supposed to send these warriors back to farm?
The Marines fell completely silent. The only reason they had held out until now was because Sengoku and the two Admirals above them had supported them and maintained the most basic organizational structure. But now that Sengoku himself had taken the lead in