There is no soldier who does not desire to return to his hometown with honor. Compared with meaninglessly giving up his life here, becoming a prisoner and waiting to be extradited back to his country, this is undoubtedly the wisest choice.

I don't know where it started, but the first British soldier chose to throw the dagger in his hand into the sea, and then fell to his knees on the ground to express surrender.

Like dominoes, more soldiers followed his lead and threw their weapons into the sea, knelt on their knees and raised their hands. From a distance, they thought they were a group of devout pilgrims coming to the Knights.

The officers did not hesitate to join the surrender. Many of them were from noble families, with substantial family property and outstanding social status. Naturally, they did not want to lose their lives in vain on this desolate island.

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This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Moreover, Colonel Mohan's behavior of leading the fleet to leave without authorization has been regarded as an act of betrayal by these officers. They vowed to return home alive and kill the damned Mohan.

The colonel sued and went to court-martial.

"It's unbelievable."

Major Serurier looked at the picture in the lens tube and was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

Especially after Lawrence concluded that the bombardment of the Griffin detachment was about to end, in less than half an hour, the Royal Navy, which was sailing wantonly in this area, stopped the bombardment and fled in a hurry as everyone saw.

Departed the island of Malta.

"What on earth is going on?" Major Serulier put down the lens tube and asked Lawrence curiously and excitedly.

"I wrote a letter to Mayor Josip a few days ago and asked him to deliver it to the Mediterranean Fleet Command in Toulon."

Lawrence shrugged, walked out of the bunker, glanced at the knights and soldiers who were handling the prisoners, nodded and explained:

"The letter asks the Mediterranean Fleet to pay attention to the movements of the British in Malta. After discovering that the Royal Navy is heading towards the island of Malta, it will follow them all the way to avoid any surprises in our defense line on the island."

Having said that, Lawrence also glanced at the gryphon unit that was almost disappearing into the horizon, chuckled and sighed:

"But the Mediterranean Fleet is really cooperative. Judging from the response of the British fleet, the headquarters should have sent more than one squadron over."

"Then you really have the face to persuade the French Mediterranean Fleet Command with a letter." Grosso patted Lawrence on the shoulder in amazement.

Lawrence laughed twice self-deprecatingly, shook his head and said:

"Of course I don't have such a big face. The instructions to the Mediterranean fleet in the letter are all written in the name of the Duke of Choiseul. In the French Navy, the words of our friend the Duke are more effective than anyone else. Due to time

In such a tight situation, the headquarters did not have time to seek confirmation from the Duke of Choiseul who was far away in Dijon, so they could only cooperate with me to deter the British. Of course, the most they could do was send out the fleet to scare the British.

War with the Royal Navy over a letter from me."

"That's it." Grosso nodded with understanding and said:

"No wonder you said you owed Choiseul a great favor and used his name to command the Mediterranean fleet. This is no small matter."

“Although the effort is huge, the rewards are also really significant.”

Lawrence looked at Grand Priest Giotto who was walking towards him and Grand Captain Erwin who was coming from behind the port, with a satisfied smile on his lips:
Chapter completed!