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

At night, Salivia.

Lights were lit in every household, and on this night, Salivia was almost as bright as snow.

The rhythmic sound of horse hooves rang out in the city. Teams of cavalry walked slowly on the streets. In the buildings on both sides of the streets, Gothic civilians standing in front of the windows clasped their cold hands, their bodies trembled, and their faces were pale.

They looked at this army from a foreign country with complicated expressions, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

The good news is that these powerful Yan people did not start a war after arriving in the capital. They have announced that the war is over. This is of course a joyful thing.

But today, this war has taken too many lives. Some have lost brothers, some have lost sons, some have lost husbands, and now everyone is a surrenderer. This is a complete defeat.

As a Goth, the pride and honor that were once engraved in his bones were as deep as the shame of being a defeated surrenderer.

But compared to the shame, the fear of the Yan people, or the fear of war itself, has overshadowed everything. So at this moment, when the Yan army marched through the streets, people murmured more:

"It's over... It's finally over... This damn war is finally over..."

Amid the murmurs, tears rolled down their faces. Some people even knelt on the ground and cried loudly. The cries were like the tide, disturbing the night that should have been quiet.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Under the leadership of Wolfgang and others, the Yan Army came to the center of Salvia, the Imperial Castle where von Palen was located.

At this moment, the Royal Castle was brightly lit inside and out. In fact, before setting out for the city at noon today, Wolfgang had already arranged the surrender ceremony.

Passing through the open main gate of the Imperial Castle, Qin Ze, riding on a warhorse, looked at the huge building complex expressionlessly, while in front of him, a group led by Wolfgang were leading the way on foot.

After a while, when they arrived at the main hall of the Imperial Castle, Qin Ze dismounted. Wolfgang, who was standing at the door waiting respectfully, lowered his head and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Please follow me to the Council Chamber, where the surrender ceremony will take place."

Qin Ze stepped onto the steps and said as he walked: "Bring Feng Palen here. He is the main culprit in this war. He cannot be absent from the surrender ceremony."

Wolfgang agreed: "Yes."

Immediately, he waved his hand and sent an official to bring von Palen out.

In fact, on the way to the Imperial Castle, Wolfgang specifically explained to Qin Ze why von Palen did not come outside the city to surrender today.

As the leader of the overseas colonial plan, Emperor von Paalen mistakenly started this war. Therefore, a few days ago, a group of officials headed by von Paalen were arrested and imprisoned. Now they are all detained in prison as criminals, and they will all be tried later.

Qin Ze didn't say anything about Wolfgang's explanation at the time.

A moment later, under the guidance of Wolfgang, Qin Ze brought the soldiers to the parliament hall. The hall was very spacious, with hundreds of seats. After Qin Ze led the soldiers into the hall, the Golts who were waiting outside entered the venue nervously.

There was a long table in the center of the council hall, with a document already laid out on it. Qin Ze stood beside the table with his hands behind his back, while on the seats on both sides, all the Golts who had come in stood on the ground, no one dared to sit down, almost all of them were pale, some even just buried their heads, not daring to raise their heads, let alone look at Qin Ze.

There was silence in the parliament hall, even the sound of breathing was barely audible, everyone was holding their breath, not daring to even breathe, anxiety, fear, uneasiness and shame became the emotions lingering in everyone's heart.

Qin Ze, however, turned a blind eye and looked around nonchalantly. He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost half past eight.

Just at this moment, footsteps were heard outside the open door of the conference room.

Wolfgang, who was standing in front of the table, looked at Qin Ze and said in a hoarse voice: "Sir, Feng Palen has brought it here."

Qin Ze did not respond, but just sat down in the chair and crossed his arms with an indifferent look on his face.

Immediately afterwards, led by two Goltish guards, von Palen walked through the door and entered the parliament hall.

There was a sudden burst of subtle chatter in the parliament hall, and Qin Ze couldn't help but look up at Feng Palen who was walking over.

The man was of medium height, but had an exceptionally straight posture. He was about forty or fifty years old. His temples were already gray, but there were no wrinkles on his face. His bronze face had distinct features, and one could feel his face was "resolute" at first glance.

But now, there is no expression on this face, and the pair of light blue eyes on the face are particularly conspicuous, but the eyes are like the calm sea, without wind or waves, and no emotion can be seen.

He was not wearing a military uniform like the other Goths present.

He was the only one in this council chamber, wearing prisoner uniform.

The guards brought Feng Palen to the open space in front of the conference table. Feng Palen stood expressionless, looking at Qin Ze who was sitting in the chair.

As the two looked at each other, all the sounds in the parliament hall disappeared, and it was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

Ten seconds later, Wolfgang moistened his hoarse throat and was about to speak, but von Palen suddenly said:

"You win."

As soon as the words fell, the Golts who were still standing in their seats couldn't help but lower their heads, and everyone's eyes dimmed in an instant.

Qin Ze, who was sitting in the chair, said slowly: "Did we win?"

"You defeated our country, you won," von Paalen replied.

Qin Ze shook his head, tapped the table with his index finger, and said indifferently: "It is a fact that we defeated you, but for us, this is not called winning."

"It is a fact that you were defeated. For you, you lost."

“There is a difference between the two.”

Von Palen was silent for a few seconds, as if in deep thought, and then he nodded, agreeing with this statement, and replied:

"we lose."

"As the defeated party, we will bear all costs and surrender to your country unconditionally."

After these words were spoken, Wolfgang, who had not even dared to breathe, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although he had talked with von Palen many times before the surrender ceremony, he was still worried that von Palen would make some unexpected moves after the surrender actually came. If he angered this unpredictable man in front of him, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

This awe-inspiring man before him is fully capable of deciding the survival of a country.

So Wolfgang immediately picked up the document on the table and said to Qin Ze: "Sir, this is the surrender document we prepared earlier. We have already..."

Qin Ze raised his arm, and Wolfgang tactfully stopped talking.

"Before you came to the Salisno continent, your reputation was well-known. Among the nations, the Sa Ri Nation was the overlord in name only, but as far as I know, those nations were deeply afraid of you."

"I was impressed by your fleet in the naval battle a few months ago. After entering your territory, you also caused heavy losses to our army in the battle of Enzos."

"Although you are losing ground, I never thought you would surrender so easily. Feng Palen, what do you think?" Qin Ze narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice.

The words fell.

"I want to keep fighting, even if Salvia is lost, I still want to keep fighting. No one can make me surrender. No matter how powerful your army is, you can't make me surrender." As soon as von Paren finished saying this, all the Golts except him couldn't help but gasp.

Wolfgang's heartbeat quickly rose, and he was about to speak to stop him, but von Palen followed up with:

“But the people no longer support me.”

"They got tired of war, they started to get scared of death, and they all changed."

"Ending the war has become the public opinion. They all want to surrender, and the same goes for the army. They no longer obey my orders."

"And those who hold the same ideas as me have all become prisoners and are about to be tried."

"If the people had not betrayed me, if there was no Yan Country, I would have conquered all the countries. I believe I can do it."

After the words fell, Qin Ze looked at Feng Palen with a cold gaze and said, "So what now?"

"I am a prisoner and will soon be tried. I lose and I accept it," von Paalen said expressionlessly.

Qin Ze stared at Feng Palen coldly without responding. The people around him were already sweating profusely and didn't dare to breathe.

A full minute later.

Qin Ze stretched out his hand, turned his head and said to Wolfgang: "Give it here."

Wolfgang was still nervous and was stunned: "What...what?"

"The surrender document."

"Yes!"

At this moment, Feng Palen raised his head slightly, and a hint of watery light faintly appeared in his light blue eyes.

But when he blinked again, he had returned to normal, his face calm as if nothing had happened.