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

There was a sharp hissing sound in the sky, which was the sound of artillery shells cutting through the air. When the artillery shells fell, the Gothic soldiers hurriedly scattered and lay down inside the collapsed fortifications.

"Boom boom boom!"

It was not just one, but several shells that exploded in a horizontal manner in series. Within the explosion range, bare tree stumps were forcibly "pulled" out of the soil, and mud mixed with large and small stones were thrown into the air several meters high.

With a loud crash, these things fell to the ground in an instant. The Gothic soldiers lay on the ground covered in dust, with the buzzing sound of the explosion still echoing in their ears, while some people who were hit by the shells were already wailing.

The soldiers who were lucky enough not to be affected by the explosion spat out the dirt in their mouths, looked up and saw steam coming out of the overturned ground. Stones and burning wood were scattered irregularly around the outer circle of the crater. Inside the crater were several corpses that were not human-shaped, with a charred white color.

The soldiers stared with their eyes wide open, their stomachs churning, and the fishy smell in their mouths almost made them want to vomit immediately. But before they could react further, they heard their superiors' roars beside them:

"Hurry! Get up!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The soldiers finally recovered from the bombardment and realized they had to quickly counterattack the enemy that was advancing towards them. However, the fortifications were already collapsing and the trenches were gradually being buried by earth and rocks. Some people were even directly covered by the collapsed rocks during the bombardment and were unable to escape.

But even so, there was no retreat. The Gothic soldiers raised their guns and pulled the trigger at the rushing Yan Army infantry.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The bullets flying through the air were dense and fierce. The Yan Army infantry, who were using long-range firepower to provide cover, had already approached the Gothic position defense line. However, as the distance shortened, the Gothic counterattack became more and more fierce. Although there was artillery cover, attacking from the bottom up was never so easy.

The battle was going on until now, and it was already past two o'clock in the morning. During this period, the Yan army suffered considerable casualties, but also achieved some corresponding combat results. On the hillsides on both wings, many lines of defense of the Golts army had been broken, and the Yan army took over some strategic areas from them.

An hour ago, the main force of the Yan Army on the main road also launched a frontal attack. With powerful firepower, those long-range heavy artillery carried out indiscriminate and intensive bombing on the high points within a two-kilometer range below the pass.

The offensive momentum from three directions made the battle more and more intense. In the Goltese camp on the pass, the logistics soldiers were constantly transporting ammunition and supplies to the front line. In such a fierce confrontation, the ammunition consumption on the front line reached an alarming level, and such consumption made the officers in charge of logistics more and more uneasy. Now the most effective way for them to kill the enemy is to use artillery shells, but almost one-third of the artillery shell reserves have been used up, which is far beyond their expectations.

After realizing the problem, a logistics officer made a rough inventory of the ammunition reserves and quickly reported to Dylan.

After hearing this, Dylan's expression became even more grim, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about it. If the front line needs it, just send it over!"

"We must not show weakness in front of the Yan people! Our ammunition is expended quickly, and theirs will only be expended even faster!"

After these words were spoken, the logistics officer frowned and said, "Then I guess we will have no more shells to use after tomorrow afternoon."

"If there are no cannonballs, we still have rolling logs, rocks, whatever you have. As long as they can cause damage to the Yan people, just throw them down!"

"Remember this! We have only one goal..." At this point, Dylan stared at him and said coldly: "Destroy the enemy's manpower to the greatest extent possible!"

"Yes, sir!"

Shortly after the logistics officer left, a communications soldier returning from the battlefield north of the pass brought an urgent message.

"Sir! The enemy has broken through to within 1.5 kilometers of our front line. Many of our fortifications have been destroyed by artillery shells, resulting in heavy casualties. General Mark requests that our troops deployed on the front line be withdrawn."

"No retreat! No matter how heavy the casualties are, they are still less than those of the Yan people! They dare to rush forward without caring about their lives, what reason do we have to retreat?!"

"Take my words with you! Even if everyone is killed, die on the battlefield!"

The signalman gritted his teeth and immediately agreed: "Yes! Sir!"

After giving the tough order, Dylan looked towards the battlefield below the mountain with a stern face. The direction he was looking in was the main road leading to the pass, which was now suffering from intensive fire bombardment.

However, Dylan was not too worried, because he did not send any troops to defend the main road in front of the pass. Although there were defensive fortifications built on both wings of the main road, they were just a feint to attract enemy firepower and let the enemy consume a large amount of ammunition there.

This was a risky move, but it seems to have worked. The Yan army on the main road did not dare to launch a direct attack, but only used their usual long-range firepower coverage for bombing. In the past hour or so, Dylan guessed that they had used at least thousands of artillery shells. Although the fighting was fierce, the consumption of ammunition was also increasing rapidly. No matter how well prepared the Yan people were, Dylan believed that their ammunition would eventually run out.

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Half past two in the morning.

Boxes of ammunition are being transported by logistics soldiers to the battlefields in the west and north. At the same time, troops are being dispatched from the rear of the Yan Army on the main road to support the northern and southern battlefields. In the Yan Army camp 2 kilometers away from the battlefield, neatly lined up Yan soldiers are also rushing to the front line to join the battle.

In the camp, every fifteen minutes a communications soldier would return from the front line to report the latest battle situation to Qin Ze. At this moment, when the latest news was delivered, Qin Ze raised his eyebrows and said:

"These Golts have also used a trick on me... What a good trick."

"Your Majesty, now that we have found out the truth, should we have the infantry platoon attack the pass from the front?" asked the communications soldier.

Qin Ze pondered for a moment and said, "No, let the frontal troops stop the shelling."

"As for the attacks on both wings, slow down the pace from now on. Do not continue to advance. Wait for my next order."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The communications soldier immediately took the order and left.

Qin Ze glanced at the time. It was just past half past two. There were still four and a half hours before the sun rose. The hour before dawn would be the time when the battle would be decided.