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

"Cangyang City was actually occupied by Japanese pirates."

"I don't understand why Cangyang City fell so quickly. Qian Shouyi still has more than 20,000 troops."

"With this force, as long as we stay in the city, with the city defense, it stands to reason that we can hold on for a while."

On the Linbin Tower, Commander-in-Chief Su Hong rubbed his frown and said in a deep voice.

The city lord Song Ke on the side also frowned and his eyes were dull.

He sighed: "We have made adequate preparations for the Japanese pirates to attack this time. Qian Shouyi was unable to defend Cangyang City, so we cannot blame him entirely."

"Now that Cangyang City has been destroyed, he may have been killed by Japanese pirates."

After the words fell, Su Hong's face twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look at Song Ke:

"If we send our troops from Linbin City to assist as I said before, Cangyang City will definitely be able to be saved."

Song Ke raised his eyebrows and replied coldly:

"Then Linbin City doesn't want it anymore?"

"Do you think the Japanese pirates only focus on Cangyang City? What they want most is here!"

"There is a loss in Linbin City. Do you understand what it means?"

Su Hong's expression changed slightly: "I understand."

"It's just that, seeing Cangyang City being captured by Japanese pirates, I...I..." Su Hong's voice was choked with sobs.

Song Ke was silent, and after a while he calmly said:

"I also have family in Cangyang City."

After saying this, Song Yan pursed his lips tightly, turned around and walked down the tower. Before leaving, he asked:

"Keep an eye on the city's defenses, conduct strict inspections, and never let the Japanese enter Linbin City."

"Yes! Master Song!" Sun Ming stood upright. Although his eyes were slightly red, he was staring in the direction outside the city. In such a critical situation, he did not dare to be careless at all.

There are too many people in this city behind who need to be protected.

If the Japanese invaded the city, rivers of blood would flow. He knew very well how cruel the Japanese were.

"We must not, we must not let Linbin City fall!" He thought silently in his heart.

-

Song Yan went down from the tower.

After walking through the quiet inner city defense area and arriving on the busy street, the noise gradually reached Song Ke's ears.

"I'm selling steamed buns. The steamed buns are freshly baked and have thin skin and big fillings. If you eat three of them, you won't be able to eat them all day!"

"Candied haws on a stick, candied haws on a stick, sour and sweet candied haws on a stick."

"Oysters! There are only so many oysters, sell them cheaply! Just give me the price!"

"You bitch! These oysters are not fresh anymore. You were two taels short of me before. You think I'm a dove!"

"Where are the fresh seafood now?! Song Laosan, don't look for trouble!"

Then, all kinds of vulgar words came out.

Listening to the noise, Song Ke's solemn expression gradually softened.

It's morning now, the time when people in the city are most active.

Although the war is approaching, people have to eat, drink water, and the lives of the people will continue.

It's just that the number of pedestrians on the street has decreased by half compared to before, but even so, it's still not deserted.

There are still many people in Linbin City.

Song Ke was wearing casual clothes and walking on the street with no destination. He was just used to walking around the city every day.

This habit has been maintained for many years.

At this moment, people kept saying hello to him.

"Master Song, you are late today."

"I'm a little busy this morning, haha." Song Ke reluctantly agreed with a smile.

"Master Song, I left a handful of the cabbage sums I picked from the fields this morning for you."

"Cai Xin? Okay, I'll pick it up later. Come on, put the money away."

"No, no, no, Master Song."

"Take it! If you refuse again, I won't want it if you keep it next time."

When walking to a morning tea shop, Song Ke stopped.

"Master Song, haven't you had your morning tea yet?"

"Not yet. I'll have a bowl of wontons and I won't drink the tea."

"Okay! You sit down first."

Song Ke nodded, picked a table facing the street and sat down, then took out the money from his pocket and placed it on the table.

While waiting, he took a deep breath and looked around the bustling streets, where cars were flowing like water and horses were like dragons.

As he watched, Song Ke gradually became stunned.

Even when a group of young people passed by the morning tea shop and caused a commotion, Song Ke never came back to his senses.

He didn't react until the waiter brought the hot wontons to the table and called him several times.

"Master Song, are you okay?" the boy asked softly.

"Huh? It's okay. The wontons are ready. They were cooked very quickly today."

The boy shook his head and smiled, took the money on the table and left.

Song Ke picked up the spoon, scooped up a wonton, and put it into his mouth.

After swallowing the slightly hot cloud, Song Ke felt a sense of warmth in his stomach, but he put down the spoon and fell into deep thought again.

It wasn't until a surprised cry rang out from the morning tea shop that he stopped thinking.

He raised his head and looked at a big man.

The big man held a piece of yellow paper in his hand and shouted: "Who posted it?! This is it?"

Song Ke frowned, but the boy called out: "Sir Song, you are also behind me, it must be those gangsters from before!"

With that said, the boy took off a piece of yellow paper from behind Song Ke.

Song Ke took the yellow paper from his hand and was slightly startled when he saw the writing on it clearly.

"How can we sit back and watch when the national crisis is facing us?"

Eight big characters, written clearly.

With a bang, Song Ke stood up, but the hand holding the paper trembled slightly.

Then, his eyes turned red and his throat rolled, but his mouth gradually opened into a smile.

This expression that seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time made the boy curiously ask:

"Sir Song, I haven't read the book and I don't recognize it. What is it about?"

But before Song Ke could answer, several soldiers strode over and shouted:

"Master Song! It's urgent! Please go to the tower!"

Song Ke's heart tightened, he put the yellow paper into the boy's hand, uttered a few words quickly, then turned around and ran towards the tower with the soldiers.

In front of the morning tea shop, the waiter stood frozen with a piece of yellow paper.

-

Before reaching the tower, Song Ke heard shouts coming from afar.

There was a cacophony of voices and a large number of people, and it was obvious that there were many people.

Song Ke hurried up to the tower, and when he saw it, he was shocked all over.

But in the distance, I saw a huge crowd of people rushing towards Linbin City.

But fortunately, they are not Japanese, but refugees in ragged clothes.

Su Hong quickly walked to Song Ke's side, he frowned and said:

"Sir, these are the people who were killed by Japanese pirates and fled."

"We have to open the city gate and let them in!"

The wave of refugees has not yet reached the city gate. They are still far away, shouting for help.

Song Ke frowned and stared at the refugees, but did not immediately reply to Su Hong's words.

"My lord? My lord?" Su Hong called out twice more.

"Wait a minute, something is wrong with these refugees."

"How come there are so many refugees at this time?"