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

Von Paalen had seen similar flyers countless times over the years, but he never cared and sometimes even laughed at them.

But this time was different, because in the past, the empire was thriving, the army was invincible, and every battle was victorious. Therefore, even if those rebels fabricated lies to humiliate him in private, von Palen just regarded them as clowns and laughed them off.

After all, these rats who can only hide in dark corners can't do anything at all, let alone shake his rule.

But this time, after reading only one-third of the flyer, von Palen became furious. Those bright red words were like sharp daggers, and he even felt a tingling sensation in his body.

These despicable rats are no longer hiding in dark corners and secretly inciting the people. They are so bold as to stick leaflets on the face of Goddess Saint Marin. This is not only a humiliation to themselves, but also a humiliation to Goddess Saint Marin and even more a humiliation to the people of the whole country.

The root cause of the rats' rampant presence in the streets is the invaders that are now difficult to deal with.

The latest battle report is that the Sixth Army that arrived at Enzos had already fought with the Yan people, but was defeated again. Now it has to retreat to the pass to fight on the defensive, which made von Palen furious.

He couldn't imagine that the Sixth Army couldn't defeat the Yan people in a mountainous environment. Enzos was their training ground. It wasn't just that they had a huge geographical advantage, they were also more familiar with the environment. If they couldn't defeat the Yan people under such superior conditions, then what other advantages could they have to win?

Perhaps the troops were not enough, this was the only thing von Palen could think of. However, the Fifth Army sent to support had previously sent news that it could not arrive in Enzos on time, which made von Palen even more angry.

After seeing this flyer today, the anger that had been accumulating in his heart finally reached its peak, to the point that he appeared in front of everyone with a furious face and a disoriented expression.

At this moment, seeing that von Palen was extremely angry, the captain of the Guards who was also in charge of the police force, Bormann, said expressionlessly:

"Your Majesty, we have caught several men who were suspected of posting flyers. We are currently interrogating them and will soon be able to pry their mouths open."

But such consolation obviously did not calm von Palen's anger. He turned his head sharply, glared at Bormann fiercely, and roared:

"Will it be useful to catch them?!"

Bormann still had no expression on his face. In fact, he always had a stern face. At this moment, he replied in a steady tone: "Your Majesty, pry open their mouths. If they admit that they are the Kosovo rebels, then we can use this to catch more..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng Palen angrily slapped the table:

"What I need is victory on the battlefield!"

"Get it?! Victory on the battlefield!"

"Instead of seeing the police force running around in Salivia catching these rats!"

At this point, he pointed at Bormann, then at the others, and roared, "You shameless guys, don't think you can deceive me by catching some criminals from prison and pretending they are Kosovo rebels!"

"Do you take me for an idiot?!"

As soon as these words came out, Bowerman's expressionless face showed a nervous expression for the first time, and he quickly retorted:

"No, Your Majesty, I did not..."

Feng Palen interrupted him again: "Enough! I don't care about the slander of those rats!"

"The upright young people of the Federation will never be deceived by them, and all we need to do is bring victory to the Empire!"

At this point, von Palen waved his arms excitedly:

"Yes! Victory! Only victory on the front line! Is the best weapon to crush the lies made up by these rats!"

"But now....can any of you bring a victory to the Empire?"

He pointed at the officers in the audience again, sweeping his finger across the nervous faces of each of them, finally stopping at the face of Field Marshal Wolfgang.

Wolfgang stood straight, but his face showed a little panic. He looked evasive and didn't even dare to look von Palen in the eye.

There were three "bang, bang, bang" sounds, and the finger pointing at Wolfgang hit the edge of the table continuously.

"Damn Saski, he didn't arrive in Enzos on time as I ordered. If his delay puts Dylan's troops in danger, he must take responsibility!"

"Oh my God! We must seize every opportunity to win, and the battlefield of Enzos is the best place for us!"

"I can no longer bear the news of failure from the front! If I suffer another defeat on the Enzos front..."

"Wolfgang!!!" von Palen shouted.

"Here! Your Majesty!" Wolfgang's expression tensed and he took a step forward.

"You go to the front lines and command the battle yourself! If you can't win, you will die on the battlefield! I will personally plan a grand funeral for you!"

Wolfgang felt distressed, but he still gritted his teeth and agreed loudly:

"Yes! It would be my honor to die for your majesty!"

Unexpectedly, this sentence instantly ignited Feng Palen's anger. He shouted angrily with spit flying:

"You idiot! You haven't even reached the front line yet, but you've already decided to die there?!"

"Have you ever thought about defeating the Yan people and becoming a hero in this war?!"

Wolfgang quickly changed his words:

"Yes, Your Majesty! If the battle on the front line goes badly, I will personally lead the troops to defeat the Yan people! Bring the final victory to the empire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, von Palen was struck by lightning. He put his hand on his forehead and his face turned pale. He pointed at Wolfgang breathlessly:

"Are you looking forward to the battle going badly on the front line? What are you talking about?"

Wolfgang realized belatedly that he had said the wrong thing again. His face flushed and he thought for a few seconds before speaking:

"Your Majesty! I believe there will be news of victory from the front soon!"

"Yes! Yes! News of victory may be on the way now!"

Feng Palen sat down on the chair exhausted, but could not utter another word. The continuous war reports had made his already limited sleep even less. Although the northeastern region of the empire had not suffered an invasion by the Yan people, there had been riots in the past half month.

Fortunately, he had anticipated this and made preparations in advance. The troops stationed there were maintaining stability, but it was precisely because of this that he was caught in internal and external difficulties and was unable to gather all his forces to concentrate on dealing with the invading Yan people.

The leaflet posted on the statue of Saint Marin today had been seen by many people before it was taken back by the police force. In the current situation of successive defeats on the front line, von Palen has reason to believe that such highly inflammatory leaflets will mislead the public to a certain extent.

In fact, the secret report sent by Bormann recently has already stated that it is not only the Kosovo rebels who are inciting the people now, but also the restorationists, and even some Golts are among them.

Von Palen really couldn't understand why all the sharp contradictions broke out at this moment?

"I need a victory..." Finally, he held his forehead with both hands, leaned over the conference table and muttered to himself.