This had been Isaac and the others' plan from the start.
If they wanted to gauge the Chris Pirates' strength, they had no choice but to resort to this.
Of course, watching so many people die, one after another, right before their eyes—
it certainly weighed on them.
But in the grand scheme of things, these ten thousand garrison troops meant little to the Pudora Kingdom as a whole.
They were nothing more than a drop in the bucket!
Milo-Teach, captain of the Bull Pirates, held a cigar between his lips and clicked his tongue. "The Pudora Kingdom certainly doesn't do things by halves!"
"Trading over ten thousand lives for a little intelligence."
"Only an iron-blooded nation like yours could do something like that!"
To put it nicely, this was an iron-blooded nation.
To put it bluntly, it was a cold and ruthless one.
Of course, Milo-Teach and the others still had to admire the Pudora Kingdom's decisiveness.
Beside him, Big Bug Rodman narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered. "Now I'm starting to worry a little myself."
"They're this decisive and ruthless even toward their own people."
"Once the real war begins, won't outsiders like us be in even greater danger?"
"It's entirely possible we'll be pushed out to take the fall, isn't it?"
As he spoke, Big Bug Rodman cast a seemingly casual glance at Combat Commander Isaac.
Clearly, Big Bug Rodman had little trust in the Pudora Kingdom.
Their alliance had never been particularly close-knit to begin with.
There was hardly any mutual trust to speak of.
Haliya-Zina, captain of the Troublesome Pirates, nodded as well and chuckled. "That really is something we need to watch out for."
"We can't let ourselves become sacrificial pawns for nothing!"
Hearing the barbs in their voices, Combat Commander Isaac's expression turned