Chapter 606 Extreme Joy Begets Sadness

Sulbagio's words were not harsh, on the contrary, there was a sense of calmness, but in the ears of the people below, there was a feeling of thorns in the back.

Everyone knows that he didn't ask the chef to come because of the deliciousness of the food. He felt that he was a little unhappy that he didn't experience the bloody massacre on the Organ Coast. How to cooperate with him.

"My lord, the food tastes very good. You don't need to call the chef."

Scott Horner quickly picked up the knife and fork, cut a square piece of foie gras on the plate in front of him, and put it into his mouth, showing an expression of enjoyment.

In fact, the food was not delicious, or the atmosphere at the scene was destined to make people lose their taste.

Sulbacho lay back in the chair, letting the soft light from the ceiling shine on his face, clearly exuding an extremely gloomy aura, like an ancient vampire.

Steinbel didn't speak, just gently picked up the knife and fork. When he was about to cut the dishes on the plate, the fork slipped from the palm of his hand and fell on the edge of the plate with a crisp sound, which interrupted Scott's refusal and interrupted Breaking through Creston's hesitation, he swallowed hard the saliva in his mouth, making the squirming of his throat the only dynamic element on the table.

Surbaccio raised his hand to stop the waiter, and a smile bloomed on his lips, like a black mandala.

Only at such moments can he feel his own existence and find the meaning of life.

That comes from the fear and awe of others towards him, like the relationship between gods and mortals.

In the past, he just wanted to replace Congreve and become the one who stood at the pinnacle of the Dukedom. Now... He is no longer satisfied with this, he thinks of a more challenging goal that can also excite him. He wants to become a god in the minds of others... As for whether he is a good god or an evil god, that doesn't matter, the important thing is that all the animals must look up at him and greet him with a humble posture.

Steinbel picked up the gleaming silver fork with slightly trembling hands, not daring to look up at Surbacho.

Even if he is older than that man. But found that in any case there is no way to really take it easy. Sulbagio dared to humiliate them, the old duke's old ministry, in this way, and in the future he would dare to use more cruel and bloody means to deal with anyone who dared to say "no" to the Knar family's ruling policy.

This is a retrogression of civilization, something the old Duke does not want to see.

But...he was powerless to stop it, because the more he resisted, the more he would arouse the tyrannical emotions in Sulbaqiao's bones. Meng Haoyu and McDowell were a lesson from the past. Blood can dye the organ coast red today,

Tomorrow blood will be able to smear the entire "Aitia".

It is the misfortune of "Aitiya", the misfortune of all the civilians in the duchy, and the misfortune of this era that Sulbagio came to power.

Revolution and restoration go back and forth like night and day. Non-stop reincarnation, alternate.

Regarding these, he was very helpless. As a general who could not protect himself, what qualifications did he have to stand firm.

He is not qualified, and neither is Clayston, because they are all defeated by the young duke.

Right now, no one would use "self-willed" to describe the man at the other end of the table. On the surface, self-willedness and self-improvement are two opposite words, but they are used by Sulbagio. But perfectly blended together.

Stanbel was about to give up the struggle, and said in his heart: "Let him go." Now that the old duke had let go, these old troops should return to the mountains and forests. It is the trend of the times, and it is also forced by helplessness.

He put the knife and fork back in place, wanted to admit his failure, and resigned voluntarily. When he was about to wink at Creston, he found that the deputy commander of the Garrison Navy Fleet was not looking at him. It wasn't on Surbaccio either, but on the huge glass window in front of the dining table. Looking at the other side of the starry sky, his mouth is slightly opened. A complicated light flickered in the eyes.

He subconsciously followed Creston's line of sight, and saw a blaze of light blooming under the dark void, which was very brilliant.

"What is that! Enemy attack?"

Scott's shout awakened Surbagio, who was immersed in the tide of pleasure, and felt very uncomfortable to be interrupted. If the follow-up effect of that shout is of no value, he will let the major general taste the wrath of the gods taste.

He turned his head to look behind him, stood up from the red high-back chair after about three breaths, his face changed from gloomy to violent, and he shouted: "What happened?"

He likes to be clean, like all the darkness that seems to be born because of him, and hates others to set off fireworks when he eats, it will paint the dark and cold, it is a kind of provocative behavior.

He hated fireworks, and even more hated turning the warships of the Kenar family into fireworks, because it was not only a provocation, but also a naked slap in the face.

Just as Sulbacho was burning with anger, the security door opened, and the staff officer who had left not long ago walked up to him in a panic and said in a low voice: "My lord, the military port has been attacked by an unknown enemy. D-103 is on patrol. The team engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the enemy."

Attacked by the enemy? Golding Naval Port under attack? In "Aradelle"? The heart of the United Kingdom of Turanx?

All the people present were dumbfounded as long as their ears were sound. They felt that this was more like a joke. Someone actually went to the Goldin Naval Port where the Amber Fleet and the "Aradelle" garrison navy were located to make trouble. Isn't this courting death?

But the rapidly expanding flames outside and the rapidly passing brilliance showed that all this was happening for real. Someone was indeed attacking the military port, riding on Surbacho's head to shit on such a sensitive period.

Stumble and Creston glanced at each other without speaking, each straightened their slightly hunched backs, waiting for Sulbacho's reaction.

Scott Horner and several other senior executives of the fleet could neither sit nor stand, as if there was an oven under their buttocks, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Suerbaqiao asked sullenly, "Is it Tang Fang, is it him?"

Except for Tang Fang of "Dilal", he really can't think of anyone else who has the guts to do such a thing. Not long ago, the biological battleship appeared in "Aitiya" and took Philip and old Benny away. .

But isn't that guy in "Aitia"? How could it be possible to pass through the blockade of the Edward fleet silently?

Is it really good to do this? Aren't you afraid of arousing the hatred of the United Kingdom of Turanx? The Star Alliance, the Sulu Empire, and the Mongya Empire were involved in the vortex of war because of him. If the United Kingdom of Turanx was involved, the life of the Star Alliance would definitely be difficult. How could a wise man like him be so foolish?

Sulbaccio could make the decision of "killing him while he is sick, and intending to use Captain Tang's head as a sacrifice to the flag", but he couldn't accept that the other party came to his door to make trouble, because he felt that he was a smart person, and he came from the Tang ship. Looking at what you have done in the past. Also a smart guy.

Since they are both smart people, there shouldn't be too much deviation in their judgment of the international situation. If he is placed in the position of Captain Tang, he will definitely not do so.

If it was just blowing up the remains of the old duke and robbing the prison, the United Kingdom of Turanx would at most verbally condemn the matter. After all, the Knar family had long hoped that Congreve would die. But if Captain Tang treats "Aradelle" like he treats "Mubarak", a new war will surely start, and even if Henrietta is in the way, it will not be able to prevent the domestic princes from raising troops to take revenge.

No one knows whether they will become the next Harrington Harris, or the next Congreve Knall, for an organization that can overturn the power structure of the Silombel Region. Only by being completely eliminated can the hearts of the powerful classes in various countries be reassured. At that time, even the Star Alliance couldn't keep him.

Therefore, Sulbajo stubbornly believed that Captain Tang would not treat "Aladel" like he treated "Mubarak" anyway, and that would bring a crisis of doom to "Morning Star Forge".

This kind of cognition gave rise to a thought that he could kill Captain Tang, but Captain Tang would kill himself if he killed him.

Based on this, he thinks he can't do too much. You can pluck the hairs on both sides of Tanghu's mouth as you like, and the other party will sneez twice and growl a few times at most. She absolutely did not dare to bite him to death.

But... who would have thought that Tang would really do that.

He naturally didn't know that in order to save Zhou Ai's life, Tang Fang would not hesitate to make an enemy of the entire Sirenbel region, let alone the United Kingdom of Turanx.

However, just when Suerbaqiao believed that Tang Fang did what he did, the staff officer said, "No... I don't know."

have no idea? He even said he didn't know. The young duke really wanted to slap the staff officer, but he was beaten to the door of his house. He didn't even know who the enemy was, so he dared to do this. Is there anyone else besides that Tang guy?

The staff officer saw Surbagio's furious face, and loudly distinguished: "It's...it's our unmanned defense facilities...they...they seem to have been invaded and turned to attack the patrol fleet, so it's not clear Did Tang Fang do it?"

The voice was so loud that everyone at the table could hear it clearly.

A staff officer of the Amber Fleet stood up from his chair, waiting for Sulbacho's order, followed by Scott Horner, and other high-ranking officers of the fleet.

A row of dense flames lit up on the other side of the glass window, and the burst of light radiation instantly covered the sky full of stars.

It was the air mines scattered around the star port that were collectively detonated, turning the dark space into a sea of ​​red flames.

Suerbaqiao said with a sullen face, "Let's go." He and the staff officer walked out the door.

Although the true identity of the enemy is not yet known, it is probably related to Tang Fang.

Scott and all the senior fleet generals followed closely and hurried to the command center of the naval port.

Steinbel didn't move, and when the generals walked away, he used a knife and fork on the table to cut a piece of steak poured with truffle juice into his mouth, chewed hard for a while, and made a very impolite "baji" sound.

"Well, it tastes good, although it's a bit cold." He looked at Creston opposite and said, "I don't remember that Kurd has such a skill. I have never eaten such a delicious steak before."

Kurd is the personal chef of the Duke of Congreve. Since the old Duke passed away, he has been arranged by Surbajo's side to take care of his daily meals. Congreve dined frequently with these generals during Congreve's lifetime, and Stembel knew the chef well, including his style of cooking.

Creston looked into his face and said, "Because he has a new master."

"Oh." Stanbel said: "That's the reason." After a pause, he said: "Don't you try it?"

"Why didn't you dare to eat just now?" As he said so, Creston put a large piece of foie gras into his mouth with a fork, and chewed it carefully for a while, with an expression on his face that seemed to be enjoying the caress of his lover.

Steinbel beckoned the waiter who was neither going nor staying to fill the glass in front of him with expensive wine. Looking at the rosy red left in the goblet in front of Surbaccio's seat, he said, "I'm hungry..."

"Hungry?" Creston snorted.

Steinbel picked up the napkin spread on the edge of the table and dipped the caviar off his lips: "I'm more used to being a hungry ghost than a hungry ghost."

Creston said again: "Since you know you will die, are you still so happy?"

"Because someone is going to die with me," Stembell said.

"Are you sure?"

"If he wanted to leave, he should have left 'Aradelle' long ago. Why wait until now."

"Your thinking like this is tantamount to treason. If that person knows about it, it will be a serious crime to punish the nine clans."

"Aren't you the same?"

Creston laughed loudly, looking at the extreme flames outside the window, he said, "I like this twist."

Stumble drained his glass and let out a long belch. Said: "I also like this kind of twist."

The light coming in from the window reflected the whole room in bursts of frost, and there were only two people drinking together at the long dining table, which was very poetic and emotional.

The waiter still didn't know what to do, wanted to leave but dared not. Wanting to stay but not daring to stay, like a child who has done something wrong.

…………

A disciplinary knight-class destroyer of the D-103 patrol was swept by the projectiles ejected by the near-defense rapid-fire gun array to sweep the port side armor into a hornet's nest. This is not enough to sink it, it can only cause some moderate injuries.

If these injuries can continue to accumulate, it will eventually go down the road of sinking. It's a pity that the railgun on the prow of the Punishment Knight-class destroyer fired several rail projectiles at the first time, hitting the unattended close-in rapid-fire gun turret, and blasting a huge crater gushing fire.

The heat generated by the impact ignited the ammunition depot, and a bright light burst out, which lasted for a few breaths before slowly shrinking. Return to silence.

Not far away, a dual-linked railgun fired two beams of brilliance, one in front and one in the back, and accurately hit the tail of a missionary-class frigate, smashing the two propellers to pieces. The shock wave and thermal radiation caused by the explosion backfired the power system, causing the main engine to go out, and the pressurized cabin and energy transmission conduit caught fire. drunk.

Another wave of projectiles came, and the caliber tungsten projectiles hit the base of the ship's island antenna and shattered it. Sparks sparked one after another on the surface armor of the ship.

The missionary-class frigate is like a bouquet that has been destroyed by a strong wind, and every time it hits, it will spew out large and small metal fragments. Accompanied by the flames and smoke, go away.

Finally, after ushering in a dazzling light storm. It completely stepped into death, turned into a mass of wreckage and went away, leaving countless fragments along the way, flying around at an extremely slow speed.

At this moment, a thick flash pierced the void, like a silver-blue long sword from outside the sky, instantly pierced through the double-linked rail fort, dismembering it into countless metal wrecks covered in molten fluid, and then Slowly cooling and darkening during the flight, completely blending into the dark space.

Flash comes from space-based plasma cannons. Such powerful forts usually have guards on duty, and they rarely work in unmanned mode, which makes them powerful comrades in arms for the D-103 patrol team.

No one knows why the medium and small space-based plasma weapons working in unmanned mode will suddenly change and attack the D-103 patrol fleet, and even the wireless communication with the military port is suddenly interrupted, and it is not restored until the laser communication mode is activated normal.

Some node facilities tried to send offline commands to space-based defense facilities working in unmanned mode, but the results were in vain, and almost all functional facilities based on wireless communication methods were paralyzed. Soldiers can only choose to attack those offensive undefended facilities, because only in this way can they survive.

This is an extremely depressing thing that can vomit blood. Various unmanned facilities used to deal with external threats have become the chief culprit in ruining one's own warship.

Many grassroots commanders couldn't help cursing in the communication frequency band, and more people couldn't figure out what was going on, who had the ability to crack the military's heavily encrypted communication keys and hijack unmanned defense platforms.

Missiles with tail flames of different lengths are flying all over the sky, classic artillery and electromagnetic guns of different calibers are pouring out bullets like rain, plasma cannons, laser cannons, and particle weapons shoot out colorful neon lights that cut the night sky, and those distributed in regions All kinds of empty mines, like firecrackers set off to celebrate the day, burst into clusters of dazzling brilliance one after another.

Not only the D-103 patrol fleet was attacked, but also D-105, D-108 and other battleship clusters performing patrol missions around the space channel near the military port. Almost all of the more than 300 warships have entered the combat state, but their enemies are many small and medium-sized unmanned platforms of their own side.

Looking from a distance, the Golding Naval Port seemed to be thrown into a cauldron with boiling oil.

When the losses of the patrol units belonging to the "Aladale" garrison naval fleet continued to increase, Surbagio brought Scott Horner and others to the command center of the naval port.

A combat staff officer stepped forward to briefly describe the situation on the battlefield, and led several people to the combat command platform.

The intelligence officer distinguishes the unmanned facilities around the star port from the manned facilities and the patrols of the garrison naval fleet, marks them, and displays the real-time situation of the battlefield on the electronic sand table.

The smile on Sulbacho's face was no longer there, and it was as gloomy as a rain cloud in the sky. (to be continued)