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

February 14th, the 13th year of the federal new calendar.

At six o'clock in the morning, von Palen woke up from his bedroom. As he did in the past, he made his bed meticulously, took out the arrest list and some documents he had written last night from the drawer, and walked out of the small room where he had lived alone for thirteen years.

In the corridor outside the door, officials led by Wolfgang were already waiting there. After seeing von Palen walk out of the room, they followed von Palen in silence and walked to the meeting room on the first floor with heavy steps.

At seven o'clock, the meeting was officially held. Only a dozen national leaders attended the meeting. They were all core figures of the country. In the corridor outside the meeting room, officials of all ranks who were not qualified to attend the meeting had already filled the corridor.

Dingle was leaning against the window sill at the end of the corridor, holding a cigarette in his hand, but because he had not yet fully adapted, he always coughed twice while smoking.

There was a "click" sound.

At this time, an officer in naval uniform opened the window, and the wind outside the window blew into the corridor, and the smoke lingering around Dingle dissipated a lot.

"Oh." The officer who opened the window sighed. "Too bad..."

Hearing this, Dingle, who had just put a cigarette in his mouth, couldn't help but raise his eyelids, and then he saw the row of medals hanging on the officer's chest. Each medal was shining brightly, and it was obvious that this man was of high status.

When his sight finally fell on the face of the officer, Dingle slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and asked:

"General Gustav, why didn't you go in?"

When asked, Gustav shook his head and did not explain.

Dingle did not ask any more questions, but looked out the window, smoking one cigarette after another.

I don't know how long it was, but when Dingle took out another cigarette from the iron box, Gustav suddenly took off his hat and said:

"What will happen to those who have been arrested?"

His voice was very soft, as if he was asking, or as if he was talking to himself. Dingle couldn't help but look at Gustav.

Gustave was hunched over slightly, with one hand on the window and the other holding his hat. His face was extremely pale, and the hand holding the hat was trembling.

Dingle was silent for a few seconds, put the cigarette back and said, "I don't know."

"How could you not know? Didn't Marshal Wolfgang tell you?" Gustav asked with a stiff face.

Dingle shook his head: "No, I didn't ask."

Hearing this answer, Gustav stared at Dingle's face for dozens of seconds before he looked away.

Then he put on his hat, pulled the brim down, hunched over, turned away from the window with a pale face.

Dingle watched his figure gradually walk into the crowd, and took out a cigarette from the box again in melancholy.

After the rally that day, a group of officials led by Bormann were all arrested and imprisoned, and the Storm Special Combat Team was disbanded, and all those who held positions there were also arrested.

But the arrests were not over yet, because this morning a messenger brought news that the Yan Kingdom's army had left Eldenburg and was on the way to Salivia.

In the afternoon, they would arrive in Salvia.

Although the decision has been made to surrender to the Yan Kingdom and no troops have been sent for defense, no one can predict whether the surrender will allow the Yan people to declare an end to the war.

Dingle lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then exhaled a long puff of bitter smoke with a sigh.

The meeting ended near noon.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, a messenger brought an urgent message.

At half past one, led by Wolfgang, a large number of officials left the Royal Castle in carriages and headed for the gate of Salvia.

At the same time, a sharp alarm sounded in Salivia.

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At 4:30 in the afternoon, the convoy arrived at the city gate. Everyone got off the carriages one after another and then walked out of the city gate.

When passing through the tall and thick Wall of Saint Marin, Wolfgang, who was walking in front of the team, couldn't help but look up at the sky.

There are a few clouds floating in the blue sky, it is a sunny day.

There were still troops stationed outside the city gate, but they had all been disarmed, so at this moment they were just standing in neat rows outside.

When Wolfgang and the officials walked out of the city gate, a colonel immediately trotted up to him.

"Marshal... they are on their way. It will probably take... maybe another hour."

"There are a lot of troops...." The colonel said with a pale face and a trembling voice.

Wolfgang nodded: "Yes, I understand."

The colonel followed up: "Sir... do we need to..."

Before he finished speaking, Wolfgang calmly shook his head:

"Nothing to do."

"Don't do anything either."

"Yes, sir." The colonel agreed and turned back to the team.

Everyone stood still on the ground, looking at the long and straight road, waiting for the approaching Yan Kingdom army.

As time passed, Wolfgang's originally calm face turned pale visibly, and sweat began to seep out of his drooping palms.

The gentle breeze blew across everyone's face, warm and comfortable, as if telling everyone that spring had arrived. However, unknowingly, almost everyone's breathing began to become rapid.

The sun gradually tilted toward the west, and in the distant horizon, the clouds seemed to be slowly ignited by flames, which made the sky, which should have been clear blue, burn red.

It seemed as if the heat from the sky was transmitted to the ground, so the people standing here began to sweat all over, but it was not hot sweat, but ice-cold sweat.

“Patta, pat, pat…”

The endless sound of horse hooves is like the falling drumsticks, beating on this vast land.

Sweat flowed down Wolfgang's temples and fell onto the slightly shaking ground. The air was already filled with a lot of floating dust.

The sun has set to the end of the sky. At the last moment of the day, it has become incomparably huge, like a burning mirror of fire, overlooking the earth. Every ray of light it emits is like the focus of the mirror of fire, so hot that people dare not look directly at it. It makes people both amazed and awed.

The setting sun shone brightly across the sky, and the entire sky was burning blood red at this moment. The air also seemed to be burning, and was constantly fluctuating.

The sunset in late winter and early spring is not very hot, but the people standing here feel that their bodies are burning. In the blood-red beams all over the sky, Wolfgang glanced sideways and looked at his son Dinggel beside him.

After looking at his son's profile for a few seconds, Wolfgang slowly turned his head, trembling all over and raised his arms, followed by countless white flags raised.

Opposite them, the Yan State army was galloping on horseback, also holding flags.

The difference between the two is that the Yan army is holding up a uniform red flag. These countless red flags are fluttering majestically on the land.