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

The penetrating words echoed in the Plaza de Santa María, like a flame lighting firewood, and the people responded enthusiastically. They looked excited, with undisguised heat in their eyes. The young men clapped their hands passionately, and the tide of applause drowned the entire square.

Amidst thunderous applause, the Guards began to march in uniform steps. The crowd spontaneously made way for a path, and von Palen walked down from the wooden platform with his hands hanging naturally and his chest held high.

He passed by the gallows, where the executioners were dragging away the corpses, but his eyes were looking straight ahead, never lowering their gaze to look at the corpses.

At this time, an excited shout came from the crowd around: "Your Majesty! I want to board the first batch of ships to Yan Country!"

Von Palen, who was walking, stopped when he heard the voice. He turned and looked into the crowd following the voice. The person who spoke was a young man in his early twenties. His tall figure was particularly conspicuous in the crowd. Although he was a little thin, his appearance with obvious Gothic features was very pure.

Feng Palen's serious face smiled at this moment, looking particularly peaceful. He looked at the young man and said:

"are you ready?"

"Ready!" The man raised his fist and roared passionately, and shouts followed from all around.

"Ready!"

"His Majesty!"

"We are all ready! Your Majesty!"

Feng Palen looked around and then said loudly: "As our soldiers, the first preparation before stepping onto the battlefield is to be determined to sacrifice!"

"You must be prepared to sacrifice for the rise of the empire!"

His words were immediately responded to. The young men expressed their determination to the utmost. They raised their clenched fists and shouted at the top of their lungs:

"Ready at all the time!"

At this moment, the people in Saint-Marie Square were in an even more frenzied mood, and amid the deafening roar, von Palen waved his arms and shouted to the crowd:

"When you have decided to devote everything to the empire, the future of the empire will be created by you, and the glory of the empire will belong to you forever!"

"Our large transport ships are being built non-stop. Anyone who is ready will have the opportunity to board!"

He glanced at the excited crowd and continued:

"Look at you! I'm so proud of the determination you're showing right now!"

"Young men! March forward with the will of the empire!"

The sun was shining brightly, and the scorching sunlight illuminated the Place Saint-Marie with golden light. When the voice fell, he lowered his arms, but the crowd raised their arms and waved them, and then there was a thunderous shout, they were all shouting the same name.

"Von Palen!"

"Von Palen!"

"Von Palen!"

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"You know, Your Majesty, that fellow von Paalen is an out-and-out warmongerer."

In the Leon continent, in Perion, the kingdom of Shenglu, Lucat was walking along the garden path of the Heather Royal Court with Emperor Figus.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the air was filled with gray mist. Wrapped in a thick ermine coat, Figus only had his face exposed in the air.

Under the muskrat hat, Figus' eyes drooped and his face exposed to the air looked particularly pale. He did not respond to what Lucat said, but just shrank his face into his collar, as if he was afraid of the cold.

On that night a few days ago, when he learned from Lucat what happened in the distant sea, he fell into a long period of distress, and even today he has not recovered.

However, Lucat had already done those things on behalf of the country's will, so even severe punishment would be of no avail. Now he could only be forced to bear it.

After a few breaths of silence, Figus finally spoke:

"You also know that von Palen is keen on war, so if you lead the team to defeat their fleet, it will be a disaster for our country."

"Although the Golts don't know it now, we will be in trouble once they find out..." Figus frowned, looking gloomy.

"Your Majesty, the Golts have no time to trouble us at this time."

"They are the ones who are in big trouble."

Hearing this, Figus stopped and looked up at Lucat, who was much taller than him. Wearing a fiery red fox fur coat, Lucat had a sly expression on his face and spoke with great confidence.

"Are you so sure that the people of Yan will come?" asked Figus.

Lukat nodded and whispered, "Almost certainly, Your Majesty."

“When I left Nanming Island, I realized they would take radical actions next.”

"You should know that Nanming Island is being built into a military fortress by the Yan people. Setting up a military fortress so far away from their territory shows that they are clearly prepared for a long-term war."

"It is reasonable to guess that their homeland is constantly sending warships for reinforcement, and the primary target is naturally the Delta Federation."

"The Golts have made extraordinarily thorough preparations for this war, but their navy is not very strong. They have almost no chance of winning against the Yan Kingdom fleet. The only thing they can rely on is the Brando Strait."

Figus was skeptical, but still nodded and said, "No matter what, I just hope they don't suddenly run out of the Brando Strait and target our country."

Lucat held his cheek and said in a deep voice: "If the Yan Kingdom fleet moves fast enough, I think they won't even have a chance to leave the Brando Strait."

As he was saying this, Figus suddenly sighed.

He sighed and said, "But these are not urgent matters right now."

"What worries me most right now is our neighbors..."

"According to the time, the Unicorn Fleet should have returned to Sari Country, so I think I will receive a letter from Isabella soon."

"And this time, she must have come with anger."

Hearing this, Lucat's face darkened and he didn't say anything.

Figus continued, "But I don't think Isabella will punish us too severely at this time. She is a person who knows what is important and what is not."

"It's just that... I'm afraid that mad dog Saint Este will get sick and start biting randomly."

"I have ordered additional border troops to prevent possible conflicts. I hope this is just unnecessary worry on my part. It would be best if Saint Easter could remain rational enough."

Lucat said nothing, just listened silently.

Figus glanced at him and continued, "Okay, now we have reached a consensus. No matter what, we have to face it together."

"This is probably the most tense situation our country has faced in recent years. I hope that, as you said, after overcoming this difficulty, we can have a new beginning."

"You said before that the Yan people will definitely come to our Leon continent. So when that day comes, Lucat, you have to go and meet them."

Hearing this, Lucat's face turned serious and he solemnly agreed.

"Okay, go back, I'll go for a walk alone."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Figus nodded slightly, reached out his hand from his wide sleeves, patted his shoulder, coughed lightly, and then walked alone along the cobblestone path towards the depths of the damp and cold fog.