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

But Davis did not look down on him for this, but comforted him:

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Garner."

"We fought till the very end, and your family will be very proud of what you did today and the bravery you showed."

"You are an excellent soldier." Davis' words seemed to be directed to everyone at the moment.

However, this comfort did not relieve the young soldier. He was still wiping his tears, but they kept flowing. He sobbed and said:

"Sir..."

"My mother just wanted me to go home early."

Davis's face froze when he heard this. He had already put life and death aside and demanded the same from his soldiers, but Garner's words made Davis feel something he had never felt before.

Garner put down his arm that was wiping away his tears, but he was still talking to himself:

"Sir... I have been working here for two years. It was supposed to be my turn to take a vacation this year, but Mr. Fisher told me that many more people are joining the army this year and the army needs a lot of weapons."

"He asked me to wait until this batch of weapons was manufactured and then arranged a vacation for me in February."

"But Mr. Fisher told me this last year. I just wanted to be with my family on New Year's Eve. I sent a letter to my mother in November. She replied that my sister was going to get married on January 18 this year. If I came back, she could move the wedding up to January 5."

"I said I would definitely come back this year."

Garner murmured, slowly lowering the gun in his arm. He had stopped crying, but his chatter was not interrupted. The people in the room listened to the noise outside and looked at the young soldier, who was bleeding as he sat against the wall.

Blood flowed out from his lower body little by little, and even began to gather. There was no need to bandage it anymore because death would soon come to everyone.

"I'm sorry, Garner. If I had known you..." Davis just opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Garner's subsequent mumbling:

"Sir...it seems like we will never finish making weapons. Once we finish this batch, there will be another batch."

"But I really don't understand...we make so many weapons, why are there not enough..."

"I can't even remember how long the war lasted. It was fought when I was very young, and when I grew up, it was still fought. Hasn't the Federation been unified? Haven't we already established a great empire?"

At this point, Garner turned and looked at Davis, but his vision was already blurry and he could no longer see anyone's face.

"Sir...can you tell me when this will end?"

Garner's question left Davis at a loss for words, because as Garner muttered to himself, the pride in dying for his country, his personal bravery, his strong will, and other things that had made him so proud before, all seemed to become illusory at this moment.

All that filled his heart was pure sadness.

Yeah, like he said, the young man could have gone home.

And this battle seemed to be avoidable. If there had been no plan for colonial expansion, the Yan people who were wreaking havoc at this moment might not have come here.

Davis suddenly felt annoyed. He wanted to put this emotion behind him. Dying as a brave warrior would be the best ending for him, rather than dying with regret and confusion.

But the more he tried to get rid of these messy thoughts, the more deeply they took root, and even quickly shattered Davis's long-standing ideas.

When will the war end? Ever since the fleet was dispatched, the entire country has probably been drawn into the vortex of war.

But now, it can't end.

"It won't last long, Ghana. The Yan people will be expelled soon and the war will be over soon." Davis told an insincere lie with trembling lips. A deep sadness spread in his heart. Davis was helpless and in pain.

Hearing the answer, the gun between Garner's arms fell off the ground. He drooped his eyelids and said with a weak breath:

"Really...After we drive the Yan people out, there should be no more wars, right?"

After uttering the last word, Ghana lowered his head, and his lowered arm knocked over the glasses, which fell into the pool of blood beneath him.

"Ghana, Ghana."

The soldiers beside him called out to Garner softly, but finally they whispered:

"Garner is dead."

The command room fell into silence. The soldiers remained silent and calmly accepted the death of yet another comrade. They had seen such scenes enough tonight, and soon it would be their turn.

The footsteps coming from outside were getting closer and closer, which made the soldiers realize that the enemy had locked on here. They no longer had any extra emotions, but just quietly waited for that moment to come.

"Feel sorry....."

A sudden apology was heard, followed by suppressed crying. The soldiers turned their tired faces to look at the crying person.

Davis covered his face with his hands. The gun he had been holding in his hand had fallen to the ground. His whole body was shaking violently. He had never cried even in the most desperate moments of his life, but at this moment he couldn't control his tears.

All his beliefs have collapsed.

The soldiers looked at him indifferently, and several sighs, some light and some heavy, sounded in the room.

Soon, the roar followed.

"it's here!!"

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang."

After a brief burst of gunfire, the room fell silent again. The glasses that had been knocked over in a pool of blood had been stepped on and shattered into pieces.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, with the last Gothic soldier found and killed in the arsenal, the Yan army's attack on the Macedonian arsenal achieved a complete victory.

In the subsequent inventory, it was confirmed that about 70,000 Golts were killed in this battle. Afterwards, under Qin Ze's order, the Yan soldiers used gunpowder and other combustible materials in the factory to burn all the corpses and every factory.

At this moment, in the Maqi Army military factory, Qin Ze looked at the flames burning all over the ground with an expressionless face. Thick black smoke was drifting into the sky. Raging flames were burning. Even the sky was illuminated red by the flames. The air was filled with a strong burnt smell.

Qin Ze covered his mouth and nose and said coldly:

"Rest for two days, then we'll go to the Enzo Mountains."

-

Holy City, Salevia.

After the New Year's Eve celebrations at Santa María Square and the grand military parades on the first and second days of the New Year, on October 3rd, which is today, the New Year celebrations in the Delta Federation are coming to an end.

Shortly after eleven o'clock in the evening, in the core location of Salivia, in the bedroom on the second underground floor of the Royal Castle.

Von Palen was sitting at his desk reading a manuscript. He was the only one in the room, but at this moment, there was a faint echo from his recitation, only because this bedroom was extremely small, less than twelve square meters.

The room had no windows on all sides and was dark and cramped. Even during the day, an oil lamp had to be lit to illuminate it. The rough walls were not even painted, and still retained the original appearance of the bricks and stones. The furnishings in the room were simple enough to make any civilian exclaim in surprise upon seeing them.

A single bed, a chair and a desk are all the furniture in the room.

Such a simple layout does not look like the emperor's bedroom. It is even simpler than some civilians' rooms. But even so, even on the night when von Palen ascended the throne twelve years ago, he spent it alone here.

The walls were rough, but the floor was flat and dust-free. The things on the desk were always in the same place and never looked messy or disorderly. Even the bed he slept in every day would always be tidied meticulously after von Palen got up, and not even a strand of hair would be left on the pillow.

He has maintained this habit for nearly sixteen years, ever since his wife and two daughters died.

Today, he got up at 5:30 as usual, and after a day of various celebrations, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening when he returned to his room.

He returned to his room, took out the speech he had written the night before from the drawer, and began to revise and improve it.

It took him less than an hour and a half to write the manuscript, but it often takes longer to revise and improve it. This lasted until 10:30 in the evening and took him a full three and a half hours.

And now.

"In the past twelve years, our national strength and military power have been significantly improved. Our soldiers have become more resilient in each war, and in..."

He finished reading the revised speech as the recitation continued, then took out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was already eleven fifteen.

Von Palen folded the speech neatly, opened the drawer and put the thick stack of documents in it. After closing the drawer, he stood up, pushed the chair in, walked to the door and opened it.

The bright and smooth marble floor was strikingly visible, and the gilded walls shone brightly under the light, even to the point that von Palen, who had stayed in the dim room for too long, felt his eyes hurt when he walked out.

He rubbed his eyes, walked through this magnificent passage, turned the corner and stepped onto the stairs. Two guards on duty at the stairs respectfully led him up the stairs.

Walking up the road, von Palen soon arrived at the hall of the Imperial Castle. He did not stop and continued to walk out.

"Bang bang bang!"

Bursts of salutes sounded outside. Von Palen walked out of the hall and looked up to see the brilliant light in the sky.

He pursed his lips slightly, took a quick glance, and then lowered his gaze from the sky back to the ground.

Troops were standing in neat rows in the square of the Imperial Castle. They were his army, and he considered it to be the most valuable cause he had ever done in his life.