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

At this moment, after everyone discussed it, they couldn't give any good suggestions.

In fact, the defeat in this battle had made the few generals in the court so distraught that no one dared to stand up and ask for a fight.

Almost all of the generals who had been the mainstay in Jinling had died on the battlefield, but these generals in Nanze were completely inferior to those under Jin Jianren.

Over the years, the most capable generals in the court were basically under Jin Jianren, but in the battle outside Jinling, not one of these capable generals was left, and they all died there.

Of course, those generals with the Jin surname were the ones who died the most. As for those generals with other surnames, the former Huang family, now all the bones of the whole family were gone, and Xiong Qian died in the Battle of Bailiyuan.

If Kim Zhengxi hadn't asked for a war before, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to find a suitable person who was willing to take the initiative to suppress the rebels.

Now Jin Fengluan did not dare to say that he wanted to be a charioteer to fight in person. His eyes swept around the audience, and everyone in the audience lowered their heads, not daring to look at him, for fear of being picked to fight in the next battle.

Seeing this situation, Jin Fengluan became more and more angry, and she looked at Prince Qing again.

King Qing's face was gloomy, and he was silent at the moment. Now that all the children under his knees were dead, Jin Fengling knew that it was impossible to rely on him now. I am afraid that he has not recovered from his grief yet. Can he do it tonight? Just coming here would be considered as fulfilling your duty.

Immediately, she looked at the place where King Jing should be standing. King Jing was ordered to go to the land of the Southern Barbarians. He has not returned yet. Standing there now is King Jing's younger brother Jin Pingyong.

Noticing that Jin Fengling was looking at him, a drop of cold sweat quietly fell from Jin Pingyong's round temples. He carefully shrunk his pot-bellied belly and lowered his head.

But what are you afraid of? The next moment, Jin Fengling said in a deep voice:

"My dear friends, although we have lost a battle now, we cannot be depressed."

"The rebels must be suppressed at any time, not to mention that they are already here and are heading towards us. Although they are coming fiercely, it is also the best time for us to suppress them."

After saying this, she looked at Jin Pingyong and said:

"If not..."

Before he finished speaking, an urgent report suddenly came from outside the palace.

Jin Fengluan raised his eyebrows and summoned him, but he said that Jin Zhou had returned and requested to be summoned.

Upon hearing this news, Jin Fengluan was shocked and immediately ordered Jin Zhou to quickly enter the palace to meet the saint.

At this time, the moon had risen to mid-air, and it was midnight.

Not long after, Jin Zhou was summoned to the palace by the eunuch without even taking off his dirty armor.

As soon as he entered the palace, disheveled Jin Zhou heard a cold shout:

"Tell me! How did it end up like this!"

Jin Zhou looked haggard, his face was bloodless, his chest was still stained with the filth he had spit out earlier, and his messy hair was picked out randomly on the way back. After all, he still had to show off.

At this moment, when he heard Jin Fengluan's cold drink, Jin Zhou immediately fell to his knees with a bang. The words he had been preparing for a long time immediately came to his lips, and he said with a sad face:

"Your Majesty, it's not because our army is weak, but because the rebels are too strong!"

"Huh?" Jin Fengluan stood up suddenly, her face turned gloomy, she pointed at Jin Zhou who was kneeling on the ground and scolded:

"Two hundred thousand soldiers and horses! Ten thousand divine machine battalions! Dozens of artillery pieces!"

"Isn't this enough?!"

"Do you know how much money it costs me to fire the cannon?! Even after this, you still can't win? What are you doing!"

"You're on the battlefield, are you just standing there and letting the rebels fight?!"

Jin Zhou was sweating profusely and quickly defended:

"The enemy's artillery is so powerful that we can't get close at all, Your Majesty."

Jin Fengluan was furious, flicked his sleeves and robes, and said with dancing gestures: "Isn't the Shenji Battalion here? They have artillery! Give it to me!"

"Otherwise, why would you let the Shenji Battalion go there?! Do you want me to teach you this?!"

Jin Zhou shook his head repeatedly and said hurriedly:

"It can't be defeated, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, you don't know that although the enemy's troops are much smaller than ours, they have far more artillery than we do. They say... there are hundreds of them!"

"And we only have dozens of them, and our range is shorter than them. How can we survive this?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. Even King Qing couldn't help but look shocked. Jin Fengluan was even more shocked, and his face suddenly became ugly.

"Not only that, but compared to our only one type of artillery, the enemy has a wide variety of artillery, including long-range heavy artillery and artillery that can fire dense shells. It is simply impossible to compete."

Jin Zhou opened his hands, gestured and said: "When the war started, there was a barrage of artillery fire, it was like the sky was shattering!"

"Countless artillery shells are shooting at us, Shenji Battalion..."

At this point, Jin Zhou turned to look at King Qing, and then continued: "The enemy's firearms have completely crushed us, and the Shenji Battalion has no effect at all in front of them."

"In less than half an hour, the Shenji Battalion suffered heavy casualties and was unable to even fight back."

"We have almost lost all effective long-range attack methods."

As soon as these words came out, King Qing stared, his face turned ashen, and he could hardly believe what Jin Zhou said. He pointed at Jin Zhou with a trembling hand and shouted:

"Impossible! Jin Zhou! You came back defeated, so you must not talk nonsense in front of His Majesty to exonerate yourself!"

"How could the Shenji Battalion under my command be as bad as you say!"

"You must have mismanaged your command!"

Facing the accusation, Jin Zhou hurriedly looked at Jin Fengling and said:

"Your Majesty, everything I say is true and there is no lie!"

"You can ask everyone who came back with me. They have all experienced it personally. In addition to artillery, the enemy also has countless rockets!"

Speaking of this, Jin Zhou felt sad, and his voice also took on a crying tone:

"Although the enemy army was fierce, my father had no intention of retreating and was determined to fight to the death. He ordered me and my eldest brother to each lead a group of troops and charge to the enemy with the left and right wings, hoping to break through the enemy's line."

"But even though we fought desperately, it was still difficult to stop the enemy's offensive. Unfortunately, my eldest brother was attacked by them with rockets and died in the sea of ​​​​fire along with those soldiers."

"I originally wanted to sacrifice my life for benevolence and fight to the end, but considering that His Majesty lives in Nanze and needs me to defend Nanze, I worked hard to break out of the encirclement. I was lucky enough to get out of the battlefield and come back to report to His Majesty!"

Jin Zhou burst into tears with a look of grief on his face, but all the ministers were like sieving chaff and looked panicked.

After all, his words have truly demonstrated that the rebel army that is attacking now possesses extremely terrifying combat power.

Jin Fengluan's whole body was stiff and his eyes were as wide as an ox, but a few words popped into his mind:

"Nanze is in danger!"