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

It was just after two in the morning.

Qin Ze's face was as gloomy as water. The shelling had not stopped yet. It had been going on for two hours, but the army had not advanced an inch.

Except for the artillery corps that was bombarding the front line, the rest of the troops had gradually evacuated within these two hours.

Just at this time, a group of cavalry hurried back to the camp.

"How is it? Is there any movement?" Qin Ze looked up and asked.

"No, sir, there is no movement."

Hearing this, Qin Ze's eyes turned cold and he said, "Keep waiting."

Then, he said to the messenger at the side: "Increase the number of artillery to 200, and fire hard!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The messenger was about to leave when Qin Ze suddenly stopped him.

"Send a team of people to set the fire in front. The bigger the fire, the better."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

-

At 2:30 in the morning, in Dingle Military Camp.

Inside the combat command tent, the officers who had reassembled were all looking anxious. Although they had finally decided to hold back for the time being in the previous meeting, the sound of artillery fire that they had heard for two hours had still kept them on edge.

The sudden intensification of the artillery fire a moment ago made them feel the urgency of the situation.

"They've launched a full-scale attack! The artillery fire has become much more intense!"

"These damn Yan people actually brought out so many artillery pieces. They are not weak!" Lieutenant General Habo said with a grim face.

The voice just fell.

"It's time for us to move. This is definitely the best time. The Yan Army has launched such a large-scale bombardment. If we make a single point breakthrough on the military factory, maybe... they will really break in."

"We can't wait any longer!" Lieutenant General Hopkins said urgently.

Dinger's eyes were red and bloodshot. In the past two and a half hours, he had been thinking all the time about what kind of condition Yan Jun was in. The constant speculation and rebuttal had exhausted him.

The sudden emergency situation at this moment gave him a splitting headache.

Klein saw Dingle's hesitation at the moment, and he said in a deep voice: "Sir, although I know you are not completely sure about the upcoming battle, no battle is 100% certain."

After saying this, Dingle looked up at Klein.

Klein continued, "But at least now we have gathered our forces, and our army is in its best condition right now. Of course... the soldiers are a little lacking in stamina, but with an urgent battle ahead of them, they can still squeeze out their physical potential to fight."

After the words fell, Dinger said in a deep voice: "So, you also think this is the most suitable fighter?"

Klein looked at the others and after two seconds of silence, he nodded and said, "Yes."

"It's time to win a battle to save our low morale."

"Physically exhausted soldiers can persevere, but repeated defeats will really make them lose their morale. We need to kill enough enemies to make up for our losses."

After these words fell, everyone was touched. Lieutenant General Harbaugh rubbed his face vigorously, making his slightly pale face red. He said to Dinger in a loud voice:

"It's time to take action and make them pay with blood! Let them know that our Gothic army is definitely not weaker than any other country!"

"Any enemy that attacks will become a corpse!"

Everyone looked at Dingle, the fatigue in his eyes had long gone, replaced by an unconcealable burning desire to fight.

Dingle opened his mouth, and then he said word by word:

"Okay! Fight now! Destroy all the enemy forces!"

"Let's win this battle!"

"Win this battle!" everyone shouted in unison.

Then, Dinger calmly issued more detailed orders. When he mentioned that he would also join the army in the attack, Klein said:

"Sir, this battle is not a hopeless situation for us, so I think we can keep a backup plan to prevent any unexpected events."

"Leave a division of troops here. If the battle on the front line is victorious, you can come back later. If the battle is intense, you can also bring troops to support us."

Dinger shook his head and said, "The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. As the commander, I need to grasp the battlefield trends immediately. I can't stay, but the suggestion you made can be adopted."

"Leave it to you, Klein."

Klein scratched his head and said with a smile, "Sir, if you are worried, then let me stay. If you are, then stay here and let me go to the front line."

"Port Foster almost fell before my eyes. There was no reason for me not to lead the charge."

Dingle was about to refuse, but Klein said:

"The Yan people are very powerful, much stronger than the enemies we have eliminated before, but we are not weak either. The opportunity is right in front of us. Just think of it as me wanting to make a contribution."

"Oh no...it should be said that I am making amends for my mistakes." He straightened his hat and said with a smile.

Dingle couldn't refuse.

"Ok."

Then, he raised his head and looked around at everyone, his eyes swept across everyone's face one by one, and finally, Dinger said slowly:

"Everyone..."

Some inspiring words echoed in my mind, but when the words came to my lips, they became:

"We have to win this battle and come back."

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone looked solemn, saluted Dingle, and then turned and left.

Watching them leave one by one, at a certain moment, Dingle suddenly thought of Bernhardt, who was unconscious due to a stroke.

"The pressure on you is indeed not something that ordinary people can bear..." He laughed at himself and muttered to himself.

After looking around, there were only a few messengers and adjutants left in the tent. The tent, which was originally a bit crowded, suddenly became much emptier. As if unable to bear the sudden desertedness, Dingle quickly opened the tent curtain and walked out.

The chill of the early morning air stabbed at his body like a knife. Dingle shuddered and watched the soldiers who were about to set off leave quickly. He murmured something as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"Let's end this war as soon as possible..."

-

As the night deepened, a fire had already started outside the Macedonian Military Factory. However, the fire could not reach the factory, as Davis had already cleared away anything that could pose a threat to the factory.

Therefore, in his view, this fire was just a futile act of the Yan army.

But the huge changes that followed made him feel uneasy.

"Sir! We have observed that the enemy has not launched an advance towards the factory area. They seem to be spreading to the left and right wings! The front line is very long!"

"Their military strength...seems to be very large!"