1 Soldier per Second in My Fiefdom, the Empress Begs Me Not to Rebel

In the Great Qian Dynasty, Qin Ze, who transmigrated and became the son of the Tiger Might General, was cast aside by the Empress after she used him, stripped of his military power, and enfeoffed t...

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Federich's words were particularly harsh, and the reason he disregarded Winston's feelings was because Federich was almost desperate; he knew that the hope of leaving Coral Island was nearly nonexistent.

Being unable to leave meant that he and his remaining soldiers could only eke out a living in a manner almost like savages.

In this situation, what is Winston, the Vice Admiral of the Sassanid Navy, anyway? Can he still act as a superior and give orders as before?

No! These few hundred-odd people now have to rely on each other like parasites to survive, otherwise they would have been robbed of all their resources and starved to death by those Goths long ago.

Winston, who was being sternly rebuked by Federich, wisely refrained from arguing. He was well aware of the predicament they were in and knew that their only chance of survival was to rely on the Huns, who outnumbered them.

So he fell silent and endured Federich's increasingly arrogant attitude.

Federich turned to look at the sea, still shouting angrily:

"These sons of bitches! Surrendering won't do any good!"

"I refuse to believe that the brutal Yan people will let them go!"

Just you wait and see!

In fact, Federich knew that even if the Shenglu people fought against the Yan people, they would not be able to win and would be completely wiped out, but that was exactly what he wanted to see.

—As part of the allied forces, we set sail together. Why is it that after we suffered such heavy losses, you Shenglu people are left unscathed? This is not fair! These cowards who only know how to hide in the back deserve to die at sea!

Federich cursed viciously, but then a soldier beside him reminded him that since the Yan people had already captured the Rose Fleet and returned to the vicinity of Coral Island, their next step might be to try to land on the island.

These words startled Federich, who belatedly realized that danger was approaching.

After a brief moment of deliberation, Federich ordered everyone to evacuate from the coast and head towards the center of the island as far as possible, while also being wary of the ever-watchful Goths.

During their time on the island, they had already clashed with the Goths several times, resulting in casualties on both sides.