Chapter 662 - Battle Preparations
"Tell the n to sharpen their blades, eat their fill and prepare for battle.
Because in this war, there can only be one outco: Victory!!"
"Yes Captain!"
With that, the news travelled quickly from ship to ship, until the entire fleet was aware of their Captain’s orders.
What did this an?
With only 2 days left, it ant that they could finally eat 50% of their food supply that was left within these 2 days.
After all, since they were going to conquer Baymard, the chances of them winning were high.
So they could just replenish their stock there.
Of course, the remaining 50% of food would be saved just in case they lost the war and had to retreat.
But make no mistake, 50% of what they had right now could regularly last them another 15 days at sea before they stop sowhere to get new supplies.
But now, they could finish it up in a matter of 2 days... which was very possible for them because firstly, their als were always limited and asured which stretched it out during their voyage.
But now, they could finally eat their fill as if they were attending a grand feast.
And unlike the normal rule of 1 cup of rum per al, now they could drink several cups of rum tonight.
Of course, their Captain only did this to motivate the n.
Tonight, it was best for them to eat as if it were their last al.
Because even though he said that the feasting was for 2 days straight, in theory, it was just for tonight.
Tonight, they could drink, eat, get constipated, have a hangover and whatnot.
So that tomorrow would be a day to relax, vomit and get rid of everything in their system.
And on the second day, they could start sharpening their tools and readying themselves for battle.
Because, how could he send drunk n with constipated aching bellies to the battlefield?
What if they wanted to use the bathrooms while battling?
It was very embarrassing to have to concentrate on holding your poop while battling okay?
"Yeahhhhhhh!"
The entire fleet was filled with laughter, music from the singing n, people eating, telling stories, bashing their cups of rum together and snoring on the rum-stained deck.
So even took out their daggers and drunkenly told tales, while others found secret spots to do the dirty deed between n.
These days might be their last days on Hertfilia, so why not enjoy it to the fullest?
Even though they were sure that they would win the battle, they weren’t stupid to believe that there would be no casualties from their side.
So many of them could go at any mont.
Hence tonight was ant to be their night!
And so, as the invaders planned to make their victory... so did those within Baymard.
Well, every day in Baymard, the navy, marine and Coast guard forces had been going over their plans and checking the waters just as planned.
So the mont the Coast guard sh.i.p.s on the outskirts of Baymard spot these enemy sh.i.p.s on their radar... they would imdiately go full-on battle mode.
Now, it was only a matter of ti before the battle fully began.
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"Welco Fleet Admiral Gary!"
"Welco Fleet Admiral Gary!"
As Gary walked along the platform, several n in uniform hurriedly saluted him.
Right now, he was on a massive ship dock that housed several massive battlesh.i.p.s, Coast guard sh.i.p.s and many more.
The dock had been built a little different from the regular visitor docks, as the platforms here were thicker, wider and higher than the later.
To be more specific, the platforms looked like fighter jet landing lanes.
And every platform was connected to another by a large tal gate that closed and opened only to allow the sh.i.p.s to move in and out the dock at will.
These gates could only be opened after permission was granted.
Of course, Landon had been inspired by the Navy designs of both The ’Pearl Harbour’ and the Navy ship dock in Hong Kong back on earth.
"Secretary Winston, what about the inspection?
Is it still going on?"
"Yes, Fleet Admiral Gary
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