The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The cold wind blew in his face like an invisible knife, cutting Sebastian's face painfully.

He stretched out his cold hands and rubbed his stiff face. When his hands and face turned red, he raised his head and looked at the sky.

It was a grayish-white sky, having lost the azure blue of spring noon and the fiery red of summer evening. It was like a piece of white paper immersed in water, neither hazy nor transparent. It only gave people a damp and raw feeling, very much like the grayish-white spots on moldy food, which made people feel sick.

And now, gusts of cold wind were whistling through the air, and the temperature of the air had dropped to the point where it was almost freezing.

It was evening, not yet the coldest time of the day, but Sebastian had a vague feeling that it might snow tonight.

However, even so, it will not affect the fleet's subsequent voyage, because after speeding up last night, the distance has been greatly shortened, and they will be able to reach the port of Brulo tonight, and now there is only the first half of the night left.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"After tonight, tomorrow will be the new year." At this time, the adjutant who always accompanied Sebastian suddenly said.

He folded his arms and looked extremely solemn, without any joy or happiness associated with the "New Year".

Sebastian was the same. After hearing this, he just said lightly:

"Yes, tomorrow is the new year."

"It was supposed to be a lively evening."

The adjutant sighed barely audibly, and then said, "Sir, if the people behind us don't encounter any unexpected situations, it's fine. But if an unexpected situation does occur, we will probably be held accountable when we return."

After hearing this, Sebastian's face twitched slightly, and he said coldly:

"Mark, can you please stop worrying?"

"You've said this several times along the way. If you felt it was inappropriate for us to leave at that time, you should have said it then."

"What's the point of you saying that now? We're almost at the port."

"What we need to do is to pass the information to the land forces immediately after returning to the port. The entire western region, no, the entire country must enter a state of emergency immediately!"

The adjutant was choked by these words. He opened his mouth, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Yes, sir."

Sebastian's expression eased slightly, and he continued:

"Although the fleet behind will arrive at the port later, it won't be too long. They should arrive before tomorrow morning."

"Until then, we just have to be ready to respond."

"Those warships must sail into the inner bay and must not be destroyed by the Yan people."

"If the Yan people launch a violent attack on the port next, we will definitely inflict heavy damage on them! The troops on the shore will make them taste the bitterness of defeat!"

"Yes, sir!" the adjutant agreed, but after saying that he turned his head slightly and looked behind him.

White waves were surging on the dark sea, and the cold wind was whistling past, making a creepy sound like a razor.

He couldn't help but shrink his neck and turn up his collar.

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"Take off your coat, Gustave. No one dares to steal the medal on your clothes. Hahahaha."

Inside the Royal Castle Banquet Hall, the band was playing lively songs, and blazing flames were burning in several fireplaces. The huge banquet hall was so warm that it was even a little hot.

Gustav was holding a wine glass in his hand, his face flushed from drinking, beads of sweat dripping down his face, even soaking his collar. After hearing the teasing of the people around him, Gustav put down the wine glass, reached out to unbutton his collar, but still did not take off his coat.

At the awarding ceremony this afternoon, an Imperial Twelve Years Medal of Honor was added to this uniform. It is also the most valuable of the four medals hanging on this uniform. Unlike the other medals, this newly-won medal is inlaid with an exquisite small gem. It is so bright that it can even reflect colorful light under the sunlight. Moreover, this gem is extremely hard, symbolizing the eternal immortality of the Delta Federation today.

When von Paalen personally put the medal on his military uniform, Gustav had already decided to wear this uniform and return gloriously to the West Coast Fleet after the celebration.

And tonight is New Year's Eve, so he should spend it in military uniform and wearing medals.

Melodious music echoed in the hall, and the banquet hall was filled with laughter and joy as the glasses were toasted. All the officers participating in the banquet put down their burdens at this moment, and they immersed themselves in this joy, expressing their excitement and happiness without reservation.

Gustav picked up the wine glass and just drank it all when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

He turned his head and saw Wolfgang in front of him.

"Okay, Gustave, don't get drunk."

"It's almost eight o'clock. The banquet will be over soon. We still need to go to St. Marin Square to listen to the holy bells and welcome the arrival of the New Year." Wolfgang said with a smile.

After being reminded by Wolfgang, Gustav remembered the highlight of the night. He immediately put down the cup with a smile and bowed to Wolfgang.

"Thank you for your reminder, Marshal Wolfgang."

"Haha." Seeing that Gustav was obviously a little drunk, Wolfgang stroked his beard and laughed.

Soon, after eight o'clock, the Whopper party ended in laughter.

The officers who left the Royal Castle boarded the chariots. In order to welcome the arrival of the New Year, the horses pulling the chariots were even dressed in bright red clothes embroidered with totems, and bells were tied to their feet, making bursts of pleasant bell sounds when they walked.

And now, in a chariot pulled by twelve horses, von Palen, wearing New Year's clothes, was sitting high in the middle. This chariot was specially made, four meters above the ground. The body of the chariot was all black and made of fine iron. It looked fierce. The soldiers driving the chariot were also carefully selected. They were tall and mighty, nearly two meters high, and people were afraid just by approaching them.

Behind this lead vehicle was a normal-sized chariot, on which stood high-ranking federal generals. On both sides of the convoy followed the Imperial Knights, who were dressed in glittering golden armor and held traditional spears in their hands. They were all tall and mighty, exuding an imposing aura.

This convoy does not appear luxurious, but rather hard and sharp, just like the huge protruding spikes on the lead car, displaying the word "force" inside and out.

The road leading to Santa María Square was already filled with people, who excitedly followed the convoy and cheered passionately.

Gustav, who was standing on the chariot behind the leading vehicle, held on to the guardrail tightly. He was already a little drunk, and as the cold wind blew outside, he gradually felt dizzy in his mind.

But soon, the carnival sounds coming from the crowd around him gradually made Gustav unable to suppress his excitement. He waved his arms and cheered to the people drunkenly:

"Our empire is about to enter a new year!!"

His face flushed, he laughed heartily, waved his arms violently, and shouted more and more unbridled:

"Go ahead!"

"Go ahead!"

Gustav's appearance was seen by the crowd. Although he seemed a little drunk, wasn't this the right thing to do on this festive New Year's Eve?

The people were infected, and they ran after the convoy, waving their arms with smiles on their faces and shouting:

"Go ahead!"

"Forward!!"