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The latter is clearly more significant than the former.

Because they knew better than anyone that some of them would die; the only difference was whether more or fewer would.

Saying he'll keep you alive is essentially just a show he's heard countless times.

But I will do my best to bring you home alive, and they sensed something different in what I said.

This Da Condai seems to genuinely care about them, the lower classes.

The whole process lasted less than ten seconds.

As Yu Le stepped down from the command platform, a very faint metallic clanging sound came from behind him—the sound of armor plates touching each other as soldiers saluted him.

As Yule reached his flagship, Count Rhine whispered something to him:

“You’ve done very well, Your Highness. This is all the soldiers need right now.”

Yu Le paused for a moment, then turned to look at Count Rhine and said:

“I’m serious, Earl. I will do my best to bring them back.”

The troops set off.

They need to hurry to Ruins Zero to meet the princess.

Before that, they need to take down a tough obstacle in their path.

On the holographic projection screen, Count Rhein addressed Yu Le:

“Your Highness, this is Silver Flower Town. Although it’s called a town, it’s actually a complete military fortress. If we want to reunite with Her Highness the Princess as soon as possible, then it’s an obstacle we can’t get around.”

A complete military fortress was also magnified on the holographic projection screen.

"Because his anti-aircraft firepower is sufficient to cover the surrounding area, and completely bypassing it would take too much time, but what we lack most right now is time, so, Your Highness, we must launch a full-scale attack!"

At this point, a newly appointed nobleman rose and bowed to Yu Le, saying:

"Your Highness, let me go! I'll take this place for you in three hours!"

But Yu Le just smiled and said:

"Three hours? No, we don't need three hours, adults."

The nobles asked in bewilderment:

"Your Highness, do you think this is still too long, or do you have another way?"

This amazing prince always manages to bring them extraordinary miracles.

Yu Le pointed to the town on the holographic projection screen and said:

"What do they use to distinguish friend from foe? There are rebels and royal troops all over France now, but they used to be allies. So how do they tell them apart? You don't have any real difference in equipment."

Different countries can be distinguished at a glance by their equipment.

Small groups of enemies might disguise themselves as enemy soldiers, but it's impossible for them to do so when their numbers are so large.

After all, people can change their clothes, but how do you disguise those warships?

Did they change the entire fleet's design and matching external armor?

“We used to have our own dedicated channels, but now we can only distinguish friend from foe by our own flags and markings. As for the rebels, they definitely have their own special identification programs.”

Their communications were cut off, and it's possible that half of the nobles participated in the rebellion.

Their original identification system has collapsed, and they can only rely on the most basic visual identification method.

There is no strong mechanism to establish a reliable friend-or-foe identification system.

But this had no effect on the rebels, who had a complete communication system and could even change their identification logic at any time.

Yu Le smiled contentedly:

"That solves the problem. We'll just fly there!"

"Prince?"

Count Rhein was taken aback.

Yu Le added a sentence:

"We can't just fly there, Earl. You should make some preparations. We will take some men down to ask them for some supplies, such as fuel."

Count Rhein almost started to stutter:

"Your Highness, I... I really don't understand! They... they're the enemy!"

Yu Le pointed to the terminal on his body, which he had helped the other party restore communication, or rather, Pandora had helped restore it.

“Count, as I said, they are the ones who are blind now; our roles have been reversed. Therefore, we are now their ‘ally’!”

The rebels do have their own identification system, but it is entirely based on the divine intelligence they brought with them.

Simply put, every time friend or foe was identified, both sides would report their identities to the divine strategist, who would then handle the matter.

In other words, their enemies and allies were answered by the divine strategist!

"So trust me, Earl, just fly there."

When the fleet had just entered the other side's airspace, Count Rhein's hand was still on the edge of the command post, his knuckles white.

He had served for many years and fought in many battles, so he knew better than many people here what it meant to fly directly over an enemy fortress.

If the identification system fails, even a single misjudgment could turn the entire formation into a sieve within the range of anti-aircraft fire.

But he didn't speak; he chose to believe the prince and the princess.

So he just stood there, watching Yu Le's back as he walked towards the commander's seat in front of the bridge and then sat down.

The first second, the second second... until the entire fleet was flying over the enemy, they did not receive even a single cannon shot from below.

This made everyone present incredibly excited.

Even at this moment, a message came from below saying:

"Your Highness! And the other gentlemen, they've asked if we need to resupply fuel and ammunition!"

Upon hearing this news, Yu Le chuckled and looked at Count Rhine.

The other party was also delighted and said:

"I'll go down immediately, Your Highness!"

Meanwhile, in the fortress below, the adjutant beside the commander looked up at the sky with a puzzled expression and said:

"General, why do I feel like this isn't one of our people?"

He recognized some of the ships; he felt like he'd seen them somewhere before.

The commander chuckled:

"How could he not be one of ours?"

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He admitted that when he saw such a huge fleet on the radar, he thought he might be going to die in the line of duty.

Those who are part of the family know their own situation; his unit only looks presentable.

If a real fight breaks out, they'll probably be taken down in an hour or two.

The nearest reinforcements, or rather, the people who could be considered reinforcements in the face of such a massive fleet, would take at least four or five hours to arrive.

But then the church's divine message came that the other side was an ally.

He immediately relaxed again.

Oh, so it's one of our own!

The adjutant initially nodded, thinking he was overthinking things, but suddenly his expression changed drastically:

"Wait a minute, General, I remember those ships now. They belong to Viscount Paul's troops, but Viscount Paul is a royalist!"

But this only made the commander laugh even more:

"If that's really the case, they could have blown us to smithereens first! Look, they're right above us!"

This position is extremely dangerous for Yu Le and his group, and it is equally dangerous for them.

It's a position where whoever starts the fire gets to enjoy the meal first.

These words made the adjutant hesitate. Yes, if they were the enemy, why not open fire?

"But General, I am absolutely certain that these ships belong to the Royalists. Should we ask their commander?"

Upon hearing this, the commander wisely addressed his deputy:

"Let me tell you something. Weren't we both part of the royal faction before?"

"If you go and ask them, aren't you just embarrassing them?"

"Think about what you would think if someone asked you that?"

The adjutant gave an awkward laugh.

That's true. If they can be traitors, why can't others?

After glancing out the window and at the terminal in his hand, the commander said again:

"Ah, they replied, saying they do indeed want some ammunition and fuel. See, they can communicate with us, even using our encrypted channel!"

Outside their window, a small boat was leading the Xiuming boat to its dock.

"These are clearly our people!"

After saying that, the commander stood up and undid his buttons.

The clothes didn't fit quite right, but they were worn to coincide with the return of Crown Prince Bourbon II.

He could only wear this hastily made new uniform embroidered with golden irises.

"Let's go and meet them. The person commanding so many troops must be our superior."

"When the time comes, you'll see what our inventory is like. Even if it's critical, as long as they ask, just give it to them. They're clearly going to fight a tough battle. When they get promoted, they'll definitely remember us!"

Such a large-scale naval deployment clearly indicates that they are going to tackle a tough challenge.

I definitely can't do it myself, but giving away some good stuff to curry favor is no problem.

It's not my own money anyway, so I don't care!

But as he spoke, the commander added another instruction:

"But it must be made clear that, in principle, this cannot be given!"

The adjutant immediately understood:

"Don't worry, General, I will make them feel that this is our kindness and a favor."

Both of them welcomed Count Rhine and Yu Le with great joy.

Originally, entertainment would not have come.

But halfway there, Yu Le suddenly thought of something and followed along.

The commander and his adjutant were both astonished the moment they saw Count Rhine.

This person is extremely famous!

It's hard not to know them.

But as the other person casually stepped forward and extended their hand, saying:

"Hello, General, may I ask your name?"

The commander and his adjutant immediately realized what was happening and warmly shook hands with each other, saying:

"It's not about that. Just call me Hel. And please rest assured, sir, take whatever you need from our inventory!"

After saying that, he and his adjutant exchanged a look of disbelief and surprise.

The core members of Wang's party have all defected; it seems we're destined to win!

Count Rhine was a well-known royalist and a leading figure among the new aristocracy.