Leto nodded and sighed, "It's just that we assembled such a huge fleet this time, and now we've gotten this result. Alas."

Lucate raised an eyebrow and said, "What's there to sigh about? You should be happy."

Leto shook his head helplessly: "The Emperor has high hopes for us, but if we have to go back in a sorry state without achieving anything, then everything we have done before will have been in vain."

Upon hearing this, Lucat rolled his eyes.

Why would you think that?

"You should know that we are safe and sound now, while people from other countries have already perished at sea."

“Compared to them, we’re in heaven right now!” Lucate tossed his hair and whistled contentedly.

Leto frowned and said, "Marshal, isn't that a rather absolute statement?"

Luca pulled over to the recliner, plopped down, and lay back comfortably, saying:

"No doubt about it."

"Those surrounded by that fleet will not escape death."

"Didn't you notice that we haven't heard any gunfire since the middle of the night?"

Leto was taken aback; he hadn't noticed that. In fact, ever since he arrived at the return route, he had been hearing faint sounds of artillery fire.

As time passed, the sound faded until it was completely inaudible. Leto thought it was because they were gradually moving away from the coast that they could no longer hear the shelling.

"Marshal, did you listen carefully?" Leto asked.

Lucat picked at his ear, then blew on his fingers and casually said:

"Of course, how can we tell if they're chasing us if we don't listen carefully?"

"The cannon fire stopped very early, which means that the naval battle did not last long. They either surrendered or were defeated by the Great Gan Fleet at a very fast speed."

"But no matter which one it is, I don't think they can escape death."