Tang Mo shook his head and rejected Leo's proposal: "It's useless. Our fleet leaves Rewind Port and goes south. It seems that it must be done after Dorne is stabilized. Without Rewind Port, our logistics supply pressure will be too great.
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If Dorne is attacked on land by the Kingdom of Shiron and the Kingdom of Talon, the safety of Rewind Port may not be guaranteed.
Tang Mo's only support now is Bernard's fleet, so he cannot let the fleet continue to take risks southward.
If Rewind Port is lost... then his fleet will have no supply station for its return voyage, and it is unclear what price it will pay at that time.
Therefore, Tang Mo made a choice in an instant: even if the fleet was to retreat back to Dragon Island immediately, Bernard should not be allowed to take the battleship to adventure offshore the Kingdom of Talen.
Then Tang Mo added another sentence: "Moreover, even if we blockade the Talon Kingdom and force them to compromise, we cannot solve the problem of the Hillon Kingdom in a short period of time."
Leo was a little angry and complained: "Damn Cyric, they always use such shameless methods to cause trouble for us."
Tang Mo didn't take it seriously, because he had seen too many such things before traveling through time.
Everyone fights against each other, everyone plots against each other, everyone digs holes in each other, and everyone kills each other. In short, cooperation is only temporary, while hostility is eternal.
Therefore, Tang Mo naturally took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, held it in his mouth, and said with a vague smile: "There is nothing unexpected about this. If they had stronger methods, they would have used them long ago.
They can only do it in the dark, which just shows that they have no good solution in front of us who have mastered the technological advantage."
"Then what should we plan next?" Leo asked for further instructions.
Tang Mo lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and said to Leo: "Be ourselves... we must have this confidence! As long as we are ourselves, others will be stepped on by us!"
"Understood! Master." Leo bowed slightly and said.
"Go! Send a telegram to our people immediately and ask them to prepare and deal with it carefully!" Tang Mo leaned on the chair, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and seemed to have entered a meditative state.
Leo didn't say anything, just retreated to the door, and then left Tang Mo's office, as if he was afraid of disturbing Tang Mo.
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Dorne King City, in a barracks on duty under the city wall, a young man is drawing up a new supply transportation and arrangement form.
He rubbed his brows, twisted his neck twice tiredly, and then looked out the window at the bright sunshine.
To be honest, his ability has been recognized by many people, including the monarch of the Kingdom of Dorne, a very enlightened King.
As a young man from Bunas, he was appointed captain of the 2nd Battalion of Dorne's 1st Legion, which was actually an exceptional appointment.
And he did not let down those who trusted him. He quickly trained this army into one of the strongest troops in Dorne, and was deeply loved by His Majesty the King.
Therefore, this unit was transferred to the royal city to take charge of a city defense direction when the atmosphere was obviously not right recently.
"Sir! This is your telegram!" A soldier came in and handed a telegram from Bunas to his commander: "From Bunas."
"Huh?" The young officer was startled, then took the message from the other party's hand and read the contents carefully.
Simply looking at the text above, it's almost like a message to ask for help, without much practical significance.
However, this young man with a dandelion ring on his finger still read something unique to him from these ordinary sentences.
Password is a good thing. It can encrypt the things to be transmitted, and it can also hide the things to be transmitted in the most common sentences.
After reading the message, the young man put it on the table and waved his hand, indicating that the soldier who delivered the message could leave.
Then, he rubbed the ring on his finger, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: danger was coming, and now he had to solve all the troubles he encountered on his own.
The question is...where does the trouble come from, how difficult is it, and what does he need to prepare?
Just as he was thinking about how he should deal with the crisis in front of him, the guard knocked on his door again: "There is someone outside who wants to see you, sir. He is a close associate of the Minister of Military Affairs and said he is here to deliver a message."
"...Let him in." The young officer laughed, feeling that he might have grasped the key to the problem.
"Sir, Sir Sumir has received a report that there are rebels preparing to attack the royal city. Sir Sumir hopes that you can lead troops out of the city and put down those damn rebels!" As soon as the visitor entered the door, he explained his purpose.
"I am an officer who protects the royal city under the orders of His Majesty the King. I cannot leave my post without authorization just because of the orders of the Minister of Military Affairs. Unfortunately, please tell Lord Sumir that I cannot carry out his orders." The young officer sat on his own.
He didn't even get up from his position, he just replied with a sneer.
"Sir, if you are willing to carry out this order, Lord Sumir guarantees that you will be promoted to the commander of the legion, and you can even sit in a higher position." The person persuaded in a seductive tone.
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"You know, when I was in class, the teacher once said something... It's very cold at high places." The young officer had his hands under the desk, fiddling with something unknown.
"Speak frankly! Even if you insist on staying here, things will not change." The man who came to deliver the message stared at the young officer, and his tone became cold.
"I feel that it is more in my interest to stand on the side of morality, or to stand on the side of His Majesty the King at this time, doesn't it?" The young officer obviously did not agree with him and asked with a smile.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Sir Sumir guessed your choice, so... he asked me to come to you..." As the man spoke, he reached for the revolver in his arms.
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It was a very expensive, advanced original weapon from the Datang Group that was rarely seen on the market. It had excellent performance and exquisite workmanship.
His movements were fast, taking him by surprise, like an agile cheetah. In an instant, his fingers had touched the pistol with his body heat.
Unfortunately, because he was fast, there was someone faster than him. The young officer raised his arm and showed the pistol that was already in his hand.
In the flash of lightning, the young officer did not hesitate at all, directly pulled the trigger and shot the man through the chest.
"Ah!" The man who didn't expect that the officer in front of him had been prepared screamed, and the gun he just held fell to the floor with a muffled thud.
Blood immediately spattered, and the sound of gunshots alerted the guards guarding nearby. The door was knocked open from the outside, and a soldier with a rifle rushed into the room, and immediately pointed the cold muzzle at the man lying on the ground.
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"The action has begun! We have won! Hahahaha! You are all going to die! You are all going to die!" The man who fell on the ground covered the hole in his chest that was bleeding and shouted with all his strength.
"Sir! Are you not injured?" He stared at the breathing man on the ground and asked nervously.
"I'm fine!" The young officer carried the weapon in his hand and walked around his desk, walked to the man who fell to the ground, and looked down at him: "I hope Sumir will not disappoint me too much! Goodbye!"
After saying that, he pulled the trigger, and the pistol fired again, killing the messenger who intended to assassinate before more guards rushed in.
"Sir..." Seeing the office full of blood, an officer who rushed over in a short time frowned and said to the young officer.
"Assemble the troops! Go to the palace immediately! Protect the king!" The young officer stretched out his hand, took the sword from the soldiers beside him, hung it on his waist, and said: "You stay here! Take 1
The 100 soldiers of the team will control the city gate and defend the camp! Any troops or people who want to get close, if they don’t see the king, if they don’t see me...just open fire!"
"Yes! Your Excellency!" The officer stood at attention and saluted, and then added: "You must be careful, Your Excellency."
"I will!" After patting the other party's shoulder, the young officer walked out with his pistol in hand.
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"Soldiers! The king is in danger now! We are going to save him! There is no need to be afraid! There is no need to be nervous! We are going to defend our country and protect our king!" Walking to the open space outside the house, the young officer
He got on his horse and shouted loudly to the assembled troops.
He pulled the reins and made the horse spin in a circle, and continued to shout loudly: "Are you willing to join me in defending Dorne and protecting the king?"
"Yes! Yes!" All the Dornish soldiers replied loudly. Although there were only a few hundred people, the shouts shook the world, and the momentum of thousands of people rolled out: "Protect the emperor! Defend Dorne."
kindness!"
"Then! Let's start with me! Go to the palace!" The young officer clamped his legs under the horse's belly and ordered loudly.
Dornish soldiers carrying K1 guns walked out of their barracks in neat steps and marched along the bustling streets towards the palace. They did not carry heavy artillery, but they brought dozens of carriages.
, which made their marching team look a lot longer.
"What happened?" The civilians who had no idea what was going on pointed at the soldiers with guns and live ammunition who suddenly appeared on the street.
"I don't know, but... it's definitely not a good thing!" An old man next to the civilians sighed nervously as he looked at the soldiers walking in front of him.