The Circassian general looked at the face of the chosen emperor and was speechless for a moment. He felt that he had indeed seen the real god.

"General, thank you for your help." Brunhildt kept smiling and repeated his words.

General Cherk lowered his head deeply, indeed like a large snapping turtle lying on the ground.

"I, I still can't understand how you and your battleship got here."

He felt that if he didn't figure out this problem, he would die in peace.

"You will know soon. But there is no need to worry." Brunhilt still smiled broadly, but his attitude was unquestionable.

...Well, this question doesn’t seem to be that important.

General Cherk lowered his eyebrows and forced out an apologetic smile, and quickly obeyed.

"I have handed over all the authority of the fortress... The activation codes of the main shield and the three main cannons are dynamic, but there are regular instructions in the safe below. I just hope that all soldiers can

receive humane treatment.”

"You are worrying too much. The Galactic Empire and the Cirke Kingdom are not in a state of war, now and certainly not in the future." Brynhilt smiled and said: "You and your subordinates are not prisoners either. Just to avoid misunderstandings,

Movement needs to be restricted a bit.”

"Ming, I understand. We will definitely cooperate." General Nega looked at the feudal king pitifully: "Your Highness, how will future history judge a soldier like me who laid down his weapons without even a minimum of resistance?

"

Brünnhilt burst into laughter: "General, history is very snobbish. They probably only record the victors."

Does this mean that I have too much self-awareness? Yes, from now on I may just be a sideshow in Queen Brunhilt’s miraculous surprise attack.

The Circassian general felt that he had indeed received a blow.

"But this is the way history was recorded in the past." Brunhildt smiled and said: "Starting from me, it should be explained that you did not sacrifice the lives of your subordinates needlessly for the sake of your military reputation."

The total number of defenders and customs staff in this fortress is less than 2,000. Facing the famous Angel of Dawn, it is indeed impossible to fight.

This is a virtuous king! Your Highness is at least willing to comfort me, a humble surrendered general. The Circassian general's heart was suddenly filled with emotion.

I should be able to survive the war safely, right? But my friends on Earth opposite me are a bit miserable.
Chapter completed!