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

In the center of the square is a team of cavalrymen, all wearing Suneva-style brass helmets. The front of the helmet is covered with a striped leopard skin, the slightly protruding brim is made of black leather, and the sides are trimmed with brass. On the top of the helmet, a relief of the "Imperial Eagle" stands in the center.

The Imperial Eagle is surrounded by a tassel made of black horsehair, while on the left side of the helmet, between the black and yellow, a crimson flamingo tail feather is prominently inserted in the middle.

Compared to this helmet with exquisite workmanship and integration of multiple symbolic elements, the armor worn by the cavalry at this moment appears much simpler. They wear a heavy breastplate with an extremely smooth appearance. There are no extra patterns on the breastplate, only two leather belts inlaid with brass rivets. The reason why there are no more decorations is because the breastplate is extremely heavy, reaching ten kilograms.

The heaviness of the breastplate dictates that the wearer must be strong and powerful, and every member of this cavalry team is over 180 cm tall and physically fit. They are strong men specially selected from various armies, and the horses they ride are the best breed of Finx warhorses on this continent.

These Phinks horses with all black fur are not only much taller and stronger than ordinary war horses, but only they can carry such weight and lead the cavalry into battle, because in addition to the cavalry themselves and their armor, their weapons together also reach an extremely heavy weight.

The cavalrymen are equipped with a long flintlock rifle and two short-handled muskets, and a saber is hung around their waists. Although muskets have been the main weapon used in wars in recent years, the saber has not been removed from this cavalry team. This 1.2-meter-long saber has a history of hundreds of years in the cavalry. The handle is made of black ebony, with blackened copper wire embedded between the grips. The guard on the outside of the handle is made of gold-plated brass, and the end of the handle is shaped like a roaring lion, and in the diamond in the middle of the guard is the head of the goddess Saint Marin, symbolizing peace.

The pattern on the blade is much more delicate. Half of it is a golden carving. In the middle of the pattern is also an imperial eagle logo, and surrounding the imperial eagle are twelve blooming blue hibiscus patterns.

The characters engraved on the back of the blade indicated the identity of this cavalry unit - the Imperial Heavy Armored Dragoons.

This dragoon cavalry that von Palen was proud of had defeated countless enemies in the past years. Today, they, together with representatives from other branches of the military, came to the Imperial Castle to be interviewed by von Palen.

Von Palen looked at the several teams in front of the square one by one. In addition to the heavy-armored dragoons, there were also several cavalry teams such as hunters, darts, and lancers. The organization of the infantry was not much different from that of the cavalry, with 24 people standing in the square in each group. The team with the smallest number of people was the navy, and the leader was the navy representative Gustav.

In addition to these arms, those responsible for vigilance are the Emperor's Guards and the Storm Special Combat Team. As always, they are wearing black military coats, leather hats, and shiny black leather boots. Each of them has a six-pointed star logo embroidered on his shoulder. There is no expression on their faces, and they stand on the ground motionless like stone sculptures.

Looking at these people one by one, von Palen was in a good mood. The three days of non-stop celebrations had already made him feel bored, but when he saw these imperial soldiers standing in front of him, an indescribable excitement rose in his heart.

These powerful armies were all built by himself. In the past twelve years, he led the Golt Kingdom to grow into today's Delta Federation. On this continent of Salisno, the Federation has become the only overlord. The hardships he paid in the process seem insignificant in the face of the rewards obtained today.

Starting from this year, the empire will move towards another level. Von Palen believes that in a new twelve years, he will be able to make the Delta Federation break out of the Salisno continent, and its influence will expand to all parts of the world. The reputation of the Golts will surely resound throughout the world in his hands.

Thinking of this, von Palen gradually restrained his expression and returned to his usual seriousness.

He strode to the podium built in the center of the square. Like in previous years, he was prepared to give a stirring speech in front of the most outstanding representatives of these armies on the last day of national celebration to inspire these soldiers and remind them of the pride of the Goths on future battlefields.

And below the podium, in the navy team, Gustav had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

Because he couldn't wait to go home and celebrate with his family after tonight's activities were over, and to show his wife and daughters the lost and found Imperial Twelve Years Medal of Honor.

Yes, the medal of honor that was accidentally dropped on the way to Saint-Marie Square on New Year's Eve was found shortly after midnight.

Before Gustav even went to look for it himself, Wolfgang handed him the medal of honor with a smile, saying that the men he sent found the medal on the way.

Although Gustav felt a little surprised, he did not think too much about it. The joy of regaining what he had lost had occupied his entire heart. In the subsequent celebrations, he was so happy that he got drunk. Even until tonight, he was still a little dizzy, but fortunately, he could go home as soon as the emperor's routine speech was over.

He just hoped that the emperor's speech would not be too long this time, preferably within fifteen minutes. As for the usual invitation to play cards after the speech, Gustav had already declined it.

And now.

"Everyone, it's that time of year again, and I'm very happy to be able tonight..."

Gustav bit his tongue to make his dizzy brain a little clearer after the speech began. He stood straight, his eyes fixed on von Paalen on the podium.

But the two bright lights behind von Paalen were too bright. The strong light made it difficult for Gustav to open his eyes completely. But even so, he still tried hard to keep his eyes open, fearing that he would make a fool of himself at this time.

"........."

"In the past twelve years, our national strength and military power have been significantly improved. Our soldiers have become more resilient in each war, and in..."

Although his eyes were fixed on the podium, Gustav really couldn't muster the energy to listen carefully to what von Paalen was saying, because he knew without thinking that it was probably the same as in previous years, which would only make those young officers excited, but for him, he had heard it too much and didn't even feel anything anymore.

He suppressed his urge to yawn and listened attentively, but soon discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with tonight's speech.

The emperor spoke haltingly, unlike before when he would go through the entire speech with great enthusiasm and gesticulations. Now his speech was always paused, and he himself did not seem to show any very high emotions.

"What's going on? Your Majesty, didn't you make any preparations?" Gustav complained in his heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but look around.