<h4>Chapter 662 - Battle Preparations</h4>


    "Tell the men to sharpen their des, eat their fill and prepare for battle.


    Because in this war, there can only be one oue: Victory!!"


    "Yes Captain!"


    With that, the news travelled quickly from ship to ship, until the entire fleet was aware of their Captain’s orders.


    What did this mean?


    With only 2 days left, it meant that they could finally eat 50% of their food supply that was left within these 2 days.


    After all, since they were going to conquer Baymard, the chances of them winning were high.


    So they could just replenish their stock there.


    Of course, the remaining 50% of food would be saved just in case they lost the war and had to retreat.


    But make no mistake, 50% of what they had right now could regrlyst them another 15 days at sea before they stop somewhere to get new supplies.


    But now, they could finish it up in a matter of 2 days... which was very possible for them because firstly, their meals were always limited and measured which stretched it out during their voyage.


    But now, they could finally eat their fill as if they were attending a grand feast.


    And unlike the normal rule of 1 cup of rum per meal, now they could drink several cups of rum tonight.


    Of course, their Captain only did this to motivate the men.


    Tonight, it was best for them to eat as if it were theirst meal.


    Because even though he said that the feasting was for 2 days straight, in theory, it was just for tonight.


    Tonight, they could drink, eat, get constipated, have a hangover and whatnot.


    So that tomorrow would be a day to rx, vomit and get rid of everything in their system.


    And on the second day, they could start sharpening their tools and readying themselves for battle.


    Because, how could he send drunk men with constipated aching bellies to the battlefield?


    What if they wanted to use the bathrooms while battling?


    It was very embarrassing to have to concentrate on holding your poop while battling okay?


    "Yeahhhhhhh!"


    The entire fleet was filled withughter, music from the singing men, people eating, telling stories, bashing their cups of rum together and snoring on the rum-stained deck.


    Some even took out their daggers and drunkenly told tales, while others found secret spots to do the dirty deed between men.


    These days might be theirst days on Hertfilia, so why not enjoy it to the fullest?


    Even though they were sure that they would win the battle, they weren’t stupid to believe that there would be no casualties from their side.


    So many of them could go at any moment.


    Hence tonight was meant to be their night!


    And so, as the invaders nned to make their victory... so did those within Baymard.


    Well, every day in Baymard, the navy, marine and Coast guard forces had been going over their ns and checking the waters just as nned.


    So the moment the Coast guard sh.i.p.s on the outskirts of Baymard spot these enemy sh.i.p.s on their radar... they would immediately go full-on battle mode.


    Now, it was only a matter of time before the battle fully began.


    .


    "Wee Fleet Admiral Gary!"


    "Wee Fleet Admiral Gary!"


    As Gary walked along the tform, several men in uniform hurriedly saluted him.


    Right now, he was on a massive ship dock that housed several massive battlesh.i.p.s, Coast guard sh.i.p.s and many more.


    The dock had been built a little different from the regr visitor docks, as the tforms here were thicker, wider and higher than theter.


    To be more specific, the tforms looked like fighter jetndingnes.


    And every tform was connected to another by arge metal gate that closed and opened only to allow the sh.i.p.s to move in and out the dock at will.


    These gates could only be opened after permission was granted.


    Of course, Landon had been inspired by the Navy designs of both The ’Pearl Harbour’ and the Navy ship dock in Hong Kong back on earth.


    "Secretary Winston, what about the inspection?


    Is it still going on?"


    "Yes, Fleet Admiral Gary", said a serious-looking youth with sses.


    The man was Gary’s personal secretary, who even handled some of his home-rted things at times.


    He had been working with Gary for 2 and a half years now, and one could say that he knew Gary’s schedule, romance life and even home affairs.


    In short, if he were back on earth, he would be that secretary who could order the boss’s wife some flowers on behalf of the boss and whatnot.


    Even here, he had once done groceries for his Gary and had even bought and sent beautiful items to Gary’s fiancee on behalf of Gary.


    So one could say that he had learned most of what Gary hated and liked.


    .


    Winston pushed his sses towards his face and gestured towards the sh.i.p.s before him while keeping a very professional look.


    "Fleet Admiral Gary, 10 out of the 13 sh.i.p.s that have been assigned for the uing battle, are now ready to go.


    Inspection has been carried out on them daily, and they are in the best conditions possible.


    But as for the remaining 3, ever since they came back from that mission a week ago, the men have been spending their time inspecting and ensuring that everything is okay with them.


    And by the end of today, we should know whether they will be battle-ready or not."


    "Hmhm.... so what are the names of the sh.i.p.s still under inspection?"


    "Fleet Admiral, they are; The battleship Gctica, battleship Destruction and battleship Death star."


    "Hmmm...


    Tell the sailors, officers and pilots that if we are attacked today, then they shouldn’t bring out those 3 to the battlefield."


    "Yes Fleet Admiral.


    I shall pass on your orders."


    [*Navy people and those involved with sea forces were typically called sailors... Except they were officer ranked or pilots who piloted the sh.i.p.s.]


    With that, Gary left the dock, as he wanted to allow the inspectors to do their jobs diligently.


    After all, since they said that they would be done today.


    Then he would only have to see them tomorrow, no?


    He had already gone on board the first 10 battlesh.i.p.s and decided to leave the other 3 for tomorrow.


    And so both the navy and their enemies were busily preparing to tear each other apart.


    But as for Landon, even though he knew the battle wasing, he wasn’t worried at all.


    Please!


    He trusted his Fleet Admiral, the navy, coastal guards and marines to do a kickass job.


    So what was there to be worried about?


    Plus, he was kind of busy himself, okay?