"A war will break out here soon, and it will be a very large-scale war. The towns on the island should be greatly damaged. Why don't your navy notify the ordinary people on the island to take refuge in this situation?"

Bartolomeo followed Mo Fei and walked in the fortress corridor on Fas Island. Looking out from the reinforced narrow window on the right, you can see the port diagonally below and several warships anchored in the port.

The fortifications on this island are all on the side of the port. Because there are shoals that cannot be navigated on the back and high cliffs that are difficult to land. Therefore, if an enemy fleet wants to attack this island, it can only attack from the front and must face the fortress on the island, within the radiation range of the fortress cannon.

After all, this is an island that concerns the safety of the entire New World, and the quality of the navy's fortifications is relatively reliable.

Mo Fei glanced back at the tall green cockscomb head, and then said, "The problem is that 'next later', the navy's defense has the initiative in the hands of the enemy, and the battle may start at any time. In this case, if the relevant situation is reported to ordinary people on the island, it will only cause chaos... Of course, this is just my guess. No matter what, the navy has not leaked the war intelligence, which is the fact."

"The mission of the Navy is to protect the lives and safety of ordinary people. This is really an ironic sentence." The expression on Bartolomeo's face became contemptuous, and it was obvious that he could not stand the Navy's actions.

In any case, the inhabitants of the island will be affected by war. As pirates, Bartolomeo felt that this kind of disaster was irrelevant, but he also knew that the Navy should not do so.

"The Navy is indeed protecting the lives and safety of ordinary people, but war has always been an unreasonable thing." Mo Fei knew that the main purpose of the Navy's operation was to protect the security of the entire new world, which was unquestionable, but there may be some problems in the specific methods of action, but this is also helpless.

He stopped, turned completely to face Bartolomeo, and then said seriously, "You are just a prisoner of the original pirate's naval, I am just a recruit who can only serve as a small part of a huge war machine. When people like us face various major events, they have always had to go with the flow and obey orders. Do we still want to discuss the classic 'train issue' here?"

Bartolomeo didn't know what the train was, but he roughly understood Mo Fei's words. So the two stopped talking and continued to move towards the fortress's defense command room.

Having said that, Bartolomeo himself knew that his condition was strange at this time. On the one hand, he believed that he was definitely not a navy, and on the other hand, he seemed to be difficult for him to continue being a pirate. He did not want to stay inside the navy, and would occasionally escape, cause destruction, and betrayal in his heart. However, whenever he was about to take action, there was always an idea in his subconscious that would stop him. Then he gave up his impulse a little and regain his rationality, and then he realized that he really couldn't do that. He was already controlled by the navy.

The main reason for this strange psychological characteristic is Lieutenant General Crane's ability to wash fruits. Bartolomeo was washed many times, and it is inevitable that some psychological problems will be washed out and they will be invaded and controlled to a certain extent in their minds.

There is a more realistic reason because after being arrested, Bartolomeo's growth environment and interpersonal relationships were all understood. His mother-in-law in his hometown, childhood playmates, and accomplices on the ship were all "hostages" held in the hands of the navy. What? In the era of the legal system, the navy did not engage in a contingent position? Whoever believes in cerebral palsy? After Roger's death, his interpersonal relationships were subjected to meticulous and fixed-point cleaning.

"Major General Elindel!"

After arriving at the command room, the officers who were doing combat preparations immediately stood up and saluted Mo Fei. They must have heard of the orders that the shore artillery was temporarily under the command of Mo Fei.

The front of the Fortress of Fas Island was filled with long, thick tubes. Although they were quiet now, their ferocious momentum was revealed... Under normal circumstances, pirates who had no brain problems would definitely not attack such places.

Mo Fei nodded and then issued a combat arrangement, "Set half of the range of the main artillery guns as the alpha line. When the enemy fleet crossed the alpha line, we began to shell the shell, extend the artillery fire from the harbor to the southeastern sea. After two rounds of strikes, we began to shoot freely... Oh, each artillery prepared 5 base ammunition."

The island is full of fortress cannons with a base of 60 shells, and 5 bases means that each cannon must prepare 300 super heavy shells. If these shells are to be blown away... I can only say that Mo Fei still does not cherish the public's things at all.

This amount of shells poured out to deal with wooden ships? He was putting it in the modern war. However, judging from the orders he issued, he was not in vain in the naval school, and he still learned some basic things.

After hearing Mo Fei's words, the officer showed a look of wanting to speak but stopping.

"Is there any problem?" So Mo Fei asked again.

"Major General, if you fire 5 bases of ammunition in succession, all the heavy artillery in the fortress will be scrapped..."

Large-caliber artillery is often fragile and has a limited service life. In fact, the officer's statement is already quite conservative. The fortress cannons here will not only be scrapped after firing 5 bases in a row, but in fact they will face the problem of overheating when firing continuously, and must be fired for a while and rested for a while.

So Mo Fei's expression became inexplicable, "Isn't the artillery produced just to kill it? Is there any problem?"

"……No."

I can only say that the problem is not big. Anyway, Mo Fei will not continue to stay on Fas Island after this battle. Whether the artillery is scrapped or not, and the series of problems caused by replacing new artillery have nothing to do with him.

"Then execute the artillery preparation order. The enemy fleet may appear at any time, and we may open fire at any time."

After giving the order and strolling around here for a while and getting familiar with some of the situation, Mo Fei turned around and left here.

However, even Bartolomeo, who was standing by, was a little disgusted with Mo Fei's approach. After hesitating for a moment, he still spoke, "Will the enemy attack exceed the scale of the island's navy? Is it necessary to engage in such a large-scale artillery battle?"

To be precise... there is no need, because the artillery cannot solve Zefa. As long as the Zefa cannot be solved, the war will not end, and the navy will not be able to talk about victory.

"Mr. Bartolomeo, don't you understand?"

"What do you understand?"

Mo Fei shook his head, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the other party's slowness, so he had no artistic cells at all?

"Although the saying 'art is explosion' is too secondary, it is not completely unreasonable. Don't you think the fire and sound of heavy artillery clusters contain unique aesthetics? That's the kind...

Well, the aesthetic of violence.”

Bartolomeo: “…”

I can only say that he really didn't feel it, but he didn't think it had anything to do with whether he had artistic cells.
Chapter completed!