Chapter 1557: Bad Odds In favor

Chapter 1557: Bad Odds In favorWhat? Intruders?         

The entire Navy was awakened by the crazy sirens going off.     

Some stopped their training, while others rose from their office seats with urgency.    

Who would be so bold?     

In their offices, Navy Admiral Gary, and Coast Guard Admiral Trey, also smacked their tables, grabbing their rallies and rushing out their offices with several navies and coast guard officers beside them.     

These lots were their most trusted secretaries and aides.     

-Trey's side--    

Trey was dawning a Blue Coast guard cape, handgun majestically as he walked.     

[Trey]: "Quick! I want stats on all Districts. I want to know their situation, whether safe or not. We are the Coast guards of Baymard. Our main line of duty is to protect the shores no matter the cost. So hop to it! Also, someone for the love of heaven, please contact the barracks fast!"    

"On it, sir." One of his subordinates replied while another stepped closer to give a report.    

"Sir, our men are already heading out. Tonight, we might use all hidden traps to stop them from entering further into Baymard!"    

"Good! Wait. For the bird stones to fly over the enemy site and gather more intel."    

"Yes, sir!"    

Everyone had a solemn expression.    

Trey's deadly aura had seeped out, reminding many of how terrible their Admiral's abilities were.    

Sure enough, with their admiral's strength and fury, he might squeeze the jelly out of these intruders!    

Trey barked his orders with authority, every word grounded out to dust with his momentum.     

His veins popped on his arms, and his expression predatory.     

'Dare to attack when I'm on duty?... Heh... How very, very bold!'    

"Move out!"    

~Din. Din. Din. Din!    

Trey and his group took a left turn in the hallway, visiting in a blink of an eye.     

And on Gary's side, a similar situation unfolded too.     

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The Navy Admiral Gary had a long white cape hanging off his shoulders. Trey's was Blue and his White.     

The ridges on Gary's neck became dangerously pronounced the more he listened to the incoming reports.         

"What? Earlier, you saw an estimated 30 approaching District 'I,' and now it's 50?... Hold on! A distress warning is coming in from another district... What?!!! 60 Galleys in District K?"    

Gary's face turned uglier than it already was. He threw his head towards those around him. "Check! Check for me! What about the other districts?"    

"Sir! This just in... The other districts have similar situations too. We fear in total, there might be 300 Galleys sailing our way."    

"Blast it!" Gary cursed. "First things first, contact the prisons. Though the wardens are all out on missions, their second in command are indeed up to the task."    

Everyone nodded, already inching their walkies close to their lips.    

There was a chain of command here.    

Just as they were Gary's subordinates, they too were the bosses of several others.    

So tonight, even if the second in command for both female and male props were sound asleep in their perspective homes, you best believe they would wake them up and drag them away.    

"Alert the police forces to prepare in case a breach reaches the pedestrian sites. All streets must be covered and secured. With galleys of 300, it's safe to assume we have a bloody war on our hands!"    

Right!     

Everyone thought so too.     

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From the reports, the galleys were the largest they had ever seen, even bigger than those from Adonis who tried conquering Pyno and Carona before.     

Already, they had a hunch the Morgs were behind it since such ships could only belong to top power forces.     

After all, who could have such warships in large quantities apart from Adonis and Morgany?    

It takes money to acquire such ships and maintain them too. So not just any power could hold them.     

With the sheer size of those ships, they could estimate the vessel had 7 levels below deck.    

Maybe the slaves rowed on the last level.    

Again, one of the floors will primarily be used for storage, keeping barrels and wooden containers of rum, food, weaponry, fixing/maintenance materials like tar, rope, etc.    

This floor should also have a small kitchen and other special rooms essential to the ship's well-being.     

And with these 2 levels out of the way, the other 4 levels should be sleeping quarters for either the enemy or their stallions.    

Anyway, Gary liked working with the worst-case scenario. So he quickly eliminated the idea of stallions occupying any of these ships.     

'What if it was all just enemy knights?'    

(?^?)    

From his experience dealing with several enemy ships, sleeping cabins should have gatherings of warriors sleeping on the floors and on several Hammocks.        

It would shock many to know that up to 20 people could squeeze into one small room, everyone sleeping and using each other as pillows.     

What's more, the Hammocks suspended also gave them additional sleeping space too?    

Bear in mind that 20 was the estimate for ordinary-sized ships.     

So what about this giant ship? Would 30 people be able to fit in one room?    

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Again, judging from the reports, those outside estimated each floor should have at least 10 cabins on each side, making a total of 20 cabins on a single floor.     

But how could they roughly estimate the size?    

The Coast guards had already sent long-range signal military drones camouflaged as tiny birds.     

Fairly quickly did the math in his head.     

20 sleeping cabins, a minimum of 30 people/room.... 20×30... 600 per floor.    

So imagine this tomes 5 for the rest of the floors?    

3,000 enemies aboard a single ship! And this was excluding those who slept above deck.     

But do you think his calculations stopped there?     

No!     

3,000 x 300 (his estimated number of ships).    

Gary almost had a heart attack.    

900,000 enemies!     

Damn!     

The Morgs truly wanted to wipe them out!!    

How were they now certain the enemy was Morgany? Simple. Their bird drones had picked up the sailing flags they were all too familiar with.    

Moths were a proud punch, showing off their symbols even in times like these. Though some ships had different images on their sails, they all had a unique symbol to verify they were part of Morgany.     

This symbol can't be mimicked since it's stitched using a weird method only known to Morgany's military. Again, specially treated paint is also thrown on the sails to differentiate them from fakes.    

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Gary's face turned pale the more he analyzed.    

This was bad!        

The enemy had come to many all at once, catching them by surprise.     

"Quickly! Get the barracks, the Prison special forces, and the Police officers on board! And someone contact King-Father Lucius and his Royal squad… Tonight, we need all hands on deck!"    

Heaven help them all.    

Move! Move! Move! Move!!!