"Move closer!"
Alute took a deep breath and immediately ordered the warship to move closer. He needed to know the situation ahead, rather than rushing in headfirst.
The two sides will soon reunite. Sure enough, the people on board are from the Moses Empire. However, the warship is now riddled with damage and water is seeping out. Only a few people are left to operate it.
"Damn it, we're really late."
Upon seeing this scene, Alute's heart sank. It seemed that war had already broken out ahead, and the Moses Empire had already lost.
This is not good news. If the situation ahead is unclear, blindly heading in will only lead to death.
He said in a deep voice, "I am Duke Alute. Report back immediately what has happened up ahead."
"Lord Alute."
The people on the warship were overjoyed upon hearing this; finally, they were saved.
They immediately explained, "We encountered an enemy attack in Sangjie. The island's defenses have been breached, and the enemy is currently clearing out our forces."
hateful!
Alute's face stiffened. His worst fears had come true: the enemy had advanced and had already breached the island's defenses.
He took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "Did you see exactly how many people they had? And what kind of weapons and equipment they were equipped with?"
They understand the principle of knowing yourself and your enemy, but they just express it differently.
Even for the sake of his own life, he wouldn't be so reckless as to charge straight in.
The fact that the enemy was able to directly defeat the garrison of Sangjie must mean that their strength is extraordinary. After all, there are tens of thousands of imperial troops there, as well as more than 100,000 local primitive people. It is impossible for them to be defeated so quickly.
The only possibility is that the enemy is too strong, ridiculously strong.
"The enemy doesn't have many people, at most less than 100,000, but their strength is extremely formidable, and we are no match for them at all."
"Moreover, they also had a large number of weapons that could throw stones. Our warships were forced into a retreat, and we were no match for them," the escaped man explained.
One hundred thousand people.
Upon hearing the number, Alute's expression softened considerably; at least the number was acceptable.
With 200,000 men under his command, even if the individual strength of his soldiers is inferior to that of the enemy, he still has the advantage of twice the manpower, which will surely allow him to repel the enemy and at least preserve this colony.
However, just to be on the safe side, we should continue to seek assistance from within the country; we can't possibly fight this battle on our own.
Thinking of this, he said in a deep voice, "Immediately explain the situation to the country and ask them to continue sending manpower to provide support. At the same time, send small boats to scout out the situation. We need to choose the best landing point."
In this situation, attempting to land at a traditional port would be suicidal, essentially handing the land over to the enemy. Therefore, it is essential to find another place to land.
By charging in from there, we can not only catch the enemy off guard, but also avoid the threat of being ambushed.
"Yes!"
The deputy nodded and immediately dispatched four or five small boats to break away from the group and speed off ahead.
These are all exploration ships. Because of their small size, they are extremely fast, allowing them to locate enemies and return with the fastest speed to relay messages.
This approach could potentially avoid significant losses and is the safest course of action.
The scouts quickly returned with news from the front. They said in a low voice, "Lord Alute's territory is now part of the Great Liang Empire. They've begun constructing fortifications. The situation in Sangjie is probably dire."
The implication is simple: the soldiers of the Moses Empire on that continent are probably all dead, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to allow the enemy to build fortifications so easily.
Alute's face immediately turned ugly, and he couldn't help but angrily say, "That piece of trash Asang Quinton has so many men, yet he was slaughtered so miserably by the enemy's 100,000 men."
He's not worthy to name this continent; he's a complete joke.
Anyone with even a shred of strength wouldn't have lost so badly; it's simply a complete incompetent fool who was no match for its opponent.
It would have been one thing if he had been stupid, but now that he's dragged me into this mess, that's a real problem.
The deputy's expression also darkened. The current situation made him somewhat worried; things ahead didn't seem as simple as he had imagined, and there might even be a formidable enemy.
He couldn't help but whisper, "Lord Alute, what do we do now? Should we charge in?"
If it were up to him, he would have gladly charged in, perhaps even gaining merit and a promotion. But now he dared not do so, because there was no one inside anymore. Who knew if it was a person or a ghost if he charged in?
If you accidentally stir up a hornet's nest, you probably won't even know how you died.
Alute hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "We have two hundred thousand troops; we certainly cannot retreat without a fight. Send down the order to prepare for the attack."
"We can go behind the enemy lines and launch a surprise attack from behind, perhaps catching them off guard and recapturing this territory."
If you can catch your opponent off guard, no matter how strong they are, they will be powerless to stop them.
I'll send my 200,000 troops over there, and overwhelm them with sheer numbers.
"Yes!"
The deputy nodded and immediately began issuing orders. The group bypassed Sangjie Port and headed towards the rear, preparing to launch a surprise attack on the Great Liang Empire from behind.
Alute stood on the boat, gazing at the distant land, and couldn't help but pray.
God bless me, I hope I can succeed this time.
However, after his warship circled around, his expression suddenly turned grim, because he saw a dense array of warships waiting ahead.
"What? The enemy isn't over at the port?" Alute's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but exclaim.
How is this possible? The enemy is clearly here, so how come there are so many warships here? This is extremely strange. Could it be that our whereabouts have been leaked?
Or is it...?
His gaze fell on the group of people who had just escaped, a murderous glint in his eyes, or perhaps they were lying to him.
The men weren't fools; seeing the look in the other's eyes, they immediately understood what Alute was thinking and quickly explained, "Sir, this has nothing to do with us. The other side only has a little over 100,000 people at the port."
They're different from the people here; even their banners are different."
They pointed to the flags on the battlefield and tried to explain. Although they didn't recognize the characters, the strokes were all different, clearly indicating that they weren't from the same group.