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The Brave.
All the soldiers were spirited, ready for action.
Everyone held their breath, preparing to ignite, mentally projecting the soon-to-engulfed-in-flames image of that damned pirate ship.
Ah, that was the Queen covered in ceaseless artillery fire.
Suddenly.
No one noticed that the swaggering Borbu General at the highest position suddenly shuddered; he then squeezed his legs together and slowly lowered the gold-inlaid telescope indicative of his rank, his expression hazy as if filled with endless sorrows too deep for words.
And the Queen had completely turned her bow, about to brush past The Brave.
Click click click.
On the Queen.
All the gun ports on the flank were opened, each cannon rolled out, their dark muzzles aiming at The Brave.
But The Brave would ultimately fear nothing!
The adjutant's heart surged with valiance, waiting for his respected General Borbu to give the order, so he, the competent adjutant, could earnestly pass it down.
