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

As a loader, Yuri failed to load a single shell into the boring barrage in the battle that took place tonight. After all, how could the field artillery placed in the cabin be pushed onto the deck in such an urgent battle to shoot at the enemy fleet several kilometers away?

What's more, they are just an army unit, how can they deal with the enemy who are good at naval warfare.

The enemy's bombardment lasted less than three hours before the transport ship they were on suffered a devastating disaster. During this period, they could neither fight back nor escape. Every warship suffered indiscriminate bombing and were pressed to the ground like lambs to be slaughtered by the enemy.

Salty tears mixed with the sea water, and Yuri grabbed a larger piece of wood while crying silently, and then climbed up with all his strength.

Although he did not swim in the sea for too long, Yuri was already exhausted when he climbed onto the wooden board.

With a "vomit" sound, sea water came out of his mouth, and Yuri's face turned as gray as a corpse. He slowly raised his hands, and then stretched out his cold palms to cover his face.

The suppressed crying sound gradually sounded, and then turned into loud crying. Yuri curled up his body, tears flowing uncontrollably.

In this battle, he did nothing and could do nothing. From the beginning to the end of the bombardment, he could only stay in the cabin. He only ran out of the cabin in a panic when the mast collapsed, the hull was blown up, and flames were burning everywhere.

He had never experienced a battle like this before. The deep feeling of powerlessness made him feel desperate, and his hatred for the Yan people almost made him bite his teeth off.

But as he lay on the wooden board and drifted with the sea, Yuri's hatred began to change. In addition to hating the enemy who defeated them, he also hated the black powder fleet that abandoned them.

The departure of the Black Powder Fleet made the comrades who died in this battle worthless.

The cold sea breeze blew across the sea, the flames were still crackling, Yuri's crying gradually subsided, he put down his arms, staring blankly at the dust floating in the night sky.

As more and more dust fell on his face and the cold feeling became stronger and stronger, Yuri raised his arms and spread his palms towards the sky.

The scattered dust fell into his still warm palm and gradually moistened it. As Yuri's pupils were about to dilate, he moved his lips, which had turned dark purple, and whispered softly.

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"It's snowing."

In the command room of Brulo Port, Bernhardt, who was standing in front of the window, took off his glasses and wiped the mist off the lenses with a dry cloth while saying:

"If nothing unexpected happens, the reinforcements should be able to reach the Star Islands tonight. However, it is snowing now, and I don't know if it will affect the subsequent operations."

Hearing this, the staff officer beside him said, "It's just a little snow. It shouldn't affect the operation."

As he spoke, he took out his pocket watch from his chest and took a look at it, then continued, "It's almost eleven o'clock."

Bernhardt didn't even raise his head, still wiping his glasses: "So what? Who would be in the mood to celebrate the New Year?"

"If we can't repel the Yan Kingdom army, we will be in a state of emergency for a long time to come."

At this point, Bernhardt sighed and said, "When the military report reaches Salivia, I think the emperor will also be troubled by this. It is really difficult to fight against the Yan Kingdom's fleet head-on."

"There is a high possibility that our territorial waters will be controlled by them."

"To be honest, I hope the Yan people can be more radical."

This made the staff officer frown and asked, "What do you mean?"

Bernhardt put his glasses back into the box, looked up at him and said, "It will be difficult for us to win a naval battle, but on land, our military strength will definitely have a huge advantage."

"If they are aggressive enough, they will continue to launch landing operations against the Star Archipelago. This way, we can cause them to suffer more and more losses. They come from afar, so how many reinforcements can they send to replenish their combat power?"

Hearing this, the staff officer's brows relaxed and he said thoughtfully:

"That's true, but we still need our reinforcements to arrive at the Star Islands smoothly. During this period...no accidents can happen."

Hearing this, Bernhardt suddenly chuckled and said, "Do you think it's a bit risky too?"

The staff officer was silent for two breaths, then nodded and said, "It is indeed a bit risky."

Bernhardt shook his head and sighed: "This is indeed the most risky decision I have ever made, but someone has to make this decision, and I am willing to bear all the consequences for it."

"If the emperor were here, I think he would also give such an order."

The staff officer hummed, looked at Bernhardt and said hesitantly: "General, we have prepared a simple dinner in the dining room, they are all waiting there, you see..."

Before he could finish his words, Bernhardt frowned and interrupted in a deep voice: "What time is it now!"

The staff officer blushed and whispered, "There are only a few generals here, all of whom you brought here. Just have a simple celebration. After all, it's almost the New Year."

"They just arrived, and the celebration will end after midnight. They will return to their posts immediately. This won't delay them for too long."

This explanation made Bernhardt's solemn expression slightly eased, but he still waved his hand and said:

"Just celebrate, I won't go."

"But even if you are celebrating, you must not drink a single sip of alcohol! If I find out, I will punish you according to military discipline."

Hearing this, the staff officer was a little disappointed, but he knew that it was impossible to persuade Bernhardt.

"Yes, General, I'll go inform them."

Although this is what they said, the staff has already decided to disband the celebration. Even the supreme commander is still at his post, so how can others celebrate the New Year with peace of mind?

Just as the staff officer turned and walked out of the command room, Bernhardt put on his coat and sat down.

"Woo!!!"

A sharp warning sound suddenly rang out, spreading throughout the entire building complex.

The staff officer stiffened and looked outside. Bernhardt hurriedly sat up from his chair, not even bothering to put on his coat, and ran towards the door.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The alarm sounds became more and more urgent, announcing the emergency situation they were facing.

Along with the alarm, all the lights in the coastal fortifications were lit at this moment, and the entire Brulo port became bright.

Under the dim beam of light, the ground was already stained with a layer of frost, and on the boundless sea, two fleets rushed towards the port of Brulo one after the other in the falling snow.

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'The wind cannot knock us down, our bodies stand firm on the ground like steel'

'The blizzard cannot cover us, our blood is as hot as fire.'

'Our chariots rushed like lightning, heading in the direction of the strong wind.'

'We charge forward, deep into the enemy's positions! Pierce their chests with our steel rifles!'

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

'Where is the pride of the Empire's soldiers?'

'Fight! Fight!'

'To die on the battlefield for our country is our highest honor!'

'If the goddess of victory abandons us, if the enemy's bullets pierce our chests, if we can no longer return to our hometown.'

'At least we can die with honor!'

'Fight! Fight!'

At eleven o'clock, in St. Marin Square in Salisbury, a chorus of tens of thousands of people began to sing on time, just as in the past years.

On the stage in the center of the square, the symphony orchestra conductor waved his baton solemnly, the string players played melodious music, the drummers violently beat the leather drums, gongs, and triangles, the brass section played the trombones, and the melodious organ sound added a touch of romance to this spirited song.

Of course, in this chorus of tens of thousands of people, the accompaniment played by the symphony orchestra had long been drowned out, but this was not important, because the roar of the people was already the best music.

Amid this passionate and inspiring song, the falling snowflakes gradually melted on the ground. Although the bright red West Clock Tower was covered with a thin layer of snow, the hands were still moving slowly.

"Tick."

"Tick."