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

Dinger was of course aware of this problem and understood Missby's concerns, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

"The people trapped in the encirclement still have the strength to fight. They must have realized their current situation. They just need to retreat, and we will focus on the main road. By attacking from both inside and outside, we will definitely be able to break through the enemy's blockade!"

"We can't just watch them get stuck! We have to get as many people back as possible!"

After the words fell, Missby rubbed his brows and said: "But..."

Before he could finish his words, Dinger interrupted him with a wave of his hand:

“It has to be done.”

Dingle paused for two seconds, then said to him with trembling lips:

"This is the army I sent out..."

Looking at Dingle's distraught appearance, Misby suddenly felt dazed. He seemed to see a familiar figure in Dingle.

On the night of New Year's Eve, in the command room of Port Brulo, General Bernhardt paced around the room at a loss all night, as if he had lost his soul.

And Dingle now is so similar to him.

Misby shook his head to get rid of these irrelevant thoughts in his mind. He pulled the reins and rode his horse closer to Dingle.

Then, he said to Dingle:

"Sir, everyone in my unit listens to me, and now I am handing over the command to you."

"We will do whatever you say. We will obey your orders unconditionally."

"Sir...just think about it."

Hearing this, Dingle was a little stunned. Then, he slowly shifted his gaze away from Misby and looked at the soldiers marching in front.

"Hu——" He slowly exhaled a breath and felt extremely tired all over.

And the next moment.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of artillery fire was heard from a distance.

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The whistling shells fell on the Gothic Army's retreat route. The shells were no longer coming from the rear, but from all directions. These shells were mainly concentrated in the middle of the Gothic Army, which caused heavy casualties to the Gothic Army because the middle part was basically composed of infantry.

A moment ago, when they learned that the enemy had encircled them from the left and right wings, the soldiers running at the back were deeply terrified. They ran as fast as they could and threw away the heavy objects they were carrying, first the ammunition boxes and then the weapons. They tried to reduce the weight on their bodies as much as possible just to allow themselves to run faster.

However, when artillery fire came from all directions at this moment, the soldiers at the rear were almost in despair, because it meant that the enemy's encirclement tactics had been successful and the enemy had cut off their retreat route.

The first person to learn that the retreat had been cut off was Lieutenant General Harbaugh, who initiated the evacuation. The division he led was running in the front, and as they ran, they gradually discovered that enemy soldiers appeared not only on the left and right wings, but also in front of them.

The enemy soldiers on the left and right wings kept firing. They did not go deep into the enemy's territory, but only attacked from the periphery of their own army. Their goal was just to kill more of their own soldiers. Lieutenant General Harbo did not want to be held back by the enemy soldiers, so he ordered not to stay and to avoid being dragged into the battle as much as possible.

But as time went on, more and more of their own cavalry were intercepted and killed by them. Lieutenant General Harbaugh couldn't help but want to order a fierce fight back several times, but thinking of the survival of the entire army, he still forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart and just wanted to evacuate the battlefield as soon as possible.

But when the shells came from the front, Harbaugh knew that his retreat was cut off and his last hope was extinguished.

"Harbaugh! The Yan people are already behind us! What should we do now?" Lieutenant General Hopkins, who was riding a horse from the rear, had caught up with Harbaugh's team. At this time, he shouted to Harbaugh anxiously.

His troops had been gradually dying out during the retreat, with most of the infantry dying in the artillery fire, while the cavalry who had horses suffered fewer casualties, but no matter what, Hopkins knew that his troops were finished.

In response to Hopkins' shout, Harbaugh turned his head and shouted while galloping on his horse:

"Don't worry about it! Concentrate your forces and go back!"

"Break through the lines of these damn Yan people!"

Hearing this, Hopkins looked ahead and saw an alarming number of artillery shells being fired at the front. The most severe attack on the army was currently taking place in the front.

There is no doubt that the enemy troops that have got behind us have set up their main line of defense on the road leading back. If we break through from here, we will probably be subjected to the most fierce firepower.

Thinking of this, amid the rumbling of artillery fire, Hopkins shouted anxiously:

"No! It's too difficult to go back the same way. The shells are too dense! We can't get out!"

Harbo's face turned pale, and he shouted:

"Only by concentrating on one thing and breaking through with all your strength can you break out!"

As soon as these words came out, Hopkins immediately shouted: "The attack from the north and south is weaker than the front. Maybe we should change the route!"

"boom!"

As he was speaking, a shell landed not far away, causing people and horses to fall to the ground, and sand to fly everywhere.

Harbo's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his heart was in his throat. He wiped the sand and dirt that splashed on his face and shouted:

"No! Look at our flanks, they are full of Yan country cavalry, they are just waiting for us to rush over and get shot!"

"These bastards are too accurate with their guns. More than half of my cavalry have been killed or wounded!"

Hearing this, Hopkins' face fell. He turned his head anxiously and looked left and right. Sure enough, he saw that the number of cavalry on his left and right wings had been greatly reduced.

As for the infantrymen in the middle, there was no formation at all at this moment. Almost everyone was running around wildly in panic, and the artillery soldiers even threw away their artillery.

It can only be described as abandoning all weapons and weapons and being like a dog that has lost its home.

"Damn it!" Hopkins clenched his fist and punched hard.

Harbo looked ahead breathlessly, and then shouted: "This is the only way! Concentrate our forces and break through in one direction. We have to return the way we came!"

"There is still a troop in Dingle's place. Now that the battle has turned out like this, they will definitely come out to support us... We can definitely succeed if we work together..."

"Boom boom boom!"

Before he could finish his words, several shells fell from the sky. The force of the explosion not far from him almost made him fall off his horse. The sound of the explosion almost deafened Harbaugh's eardrums.

He gripped the reins tightly and clamped his legs around the horse's belly, but all he saw before him was a pile of corpses. Soldiers whose bodies were blown apart were lying on the ground with mutilated limbs, blood spilled everywhere, and even the war horses had their legs blown off, lying on the ground with their bloody heads raised, neighing in pain.

But Harbaugh could no longer hear the roar. Now all he could hear was the constant buzzing sound.

"Hopkins! Are you okay?"

Although he couldn't hear any sound, Harbaugh quickly turned around and shouted, trying to confirm Hopkins' safety.

But at a glance, he only saw a few fallen war horses, and the pile of broken corpses around them, charred heads, broken limbs, a small flame burning on the body, sunken craters, and a circle of blood and flesh on the outer edge.

Harbaugh looked away with a stiff expression.

Harbo clapped his ears, but the buzzing sound still did not subside. It was as if he had become a man in the sunset, lying leisurely on a bench on the balcony, enjoying the evening breeze and humming with his eyes closed.

"Hmm, Hmm..."

"Bang, bang, bang!" Harbaugh gritted his teeth, shook his head and began to clack his ears hard.

The pain gradually came from his ears, and at a certain moment, countless frantic and desperate shouts all poured into his ears.

"My hand is broken, my hand is broken... Where should I retreat to? There are enemy soldiers all in front of me... Kill them, kill them... I really can't run anymore... Be careful of the shells!! Coming towards us... Harry! Where are you?! Follow me... Rush forward! Rush forward... Beverly, tell my father... Sir, where are you? We can't rush forward anymore, we will all die here... Can someone help me, my legs can't move..."

"help me......."

"help me......."

“Who can save me ah ah ah…”

Angry roars, painful howls, desperate pleas, powerless wails, the voices of thousands of people mixed together in a chaotic and disorderly manner, stuffed into everyone's ears and continued to echo.

The clear blue sky is pure, with white clouds floating leisurely in the blue sky. The winter sun shines through the thin clouds, warm and gentle, and the dazzling golden light spreads on the ground without distinction.

Lieutenant General Harbo's pale face was covered with sweat. He rode his horse and galloped across the war-torn area with heavy breathing.