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

"The command is given to you, you take command?" Zoye raised his chin and said with a cold face.

"This...are you kidding, sir?" Tachino looked embarrassed.

"Come here." Zoye waved at him, and Tachino quickly rode his horse to Zoye's side.

The next moment, Zoye suddenly reached out and grabbed Tachino's collar.

"Fool! I don't think you can even organize a picnic! If I leave it to you to command, you will ruin everyone!"

Zoye was furious and started cursing. Tachino was almost dragged off his horse. His face suddenly changed and he stared at Zoye with wide eyes.

"What? Do you have any other opinions? Idiot!" Zoye glared at Tachino and scolded him mercilessly.

This scolding also made the surrounding soldiers look over. Being stared at by countless eyes, Tachino's face turned red and he felt ashamed and angry. He had never been scolded so mercilessly in front of so many people.

"Sir, you can't..." He just opened his mouth to try to refute, but Zoye let go of his hand and pushed hard. Tachino was caught off guard and staggered and fell off the horse.

"Shut up! Just come back with us and behave yourself! General Brewster will give you a suitable punishment!" Zoye shouted coldly.

Upon hearing this, Tachino was suddenly panicked. It sounded like he was going to be punished, which would be troublesome. Thinking of this, resentment and anger intertwined in his heart. Tachino clenched his teeth, kept silent and said no more, but grabbed the reins and returned to the horse's back.

'I have to do something...' he thought to himself with his head down.

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The next day, January 14th.

In the afternoon, a cavalry squad from afar arrived at the Heinrich Military Base.

The cavalry team consisted of only more than 30 people. All of them looked haggard and had purple lips. They were exhausted after days of rapid march. After confirming their identities, the guards of the Heinrich base immediately escorted them into the base.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the conference room on the first floor of the office building, the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly. Compared with the temperature outside, the temperature inside was almost like summer. However, the man sitting in front of the fireplace and warming himself kept coughing. Even though he was covered with a blanket and holding a hot cup of tea in his hands, the man still trembled like a sieve.

His appearance made the officers sitting in front of the fireplace look solemn. They knew how difficult it was to travel for eight consecutive days in this cold weather, with the journey reaching more than 300 kilometers. It had snowed in the past few days.

"Your health is very poor. I think what you need most now is a good rest." Admiral Volcano, who is always irritable and easily angered, rarely said gentle words at this moment.

He folded his arms and looked sternly at the young man in front of him who was shivering from the cold. He had some impression of this young man. At the military parade two years ago, he stood next to Bernhardt. After all, he was the only young face among the middle-aged generals in their forties and fifties.

"I'm much better now, sir." Dingle said in a trembling voice while sitting in the chair.

Eight days ago, he set out from the town of Wilton with more than one hundred cavalrymen and more than thirty empty horses, and hurried along a remote path. Most of the people were forced to fall behind in the process, and even the horses could not withstand the cold weather, but he finally arrived at the military base with the remaining thirty-odd men.

And now is definitely not the time to rest. After arriving at the military base, Dingle learned that the military factory had fallen, and he told Brewster all the details of the Macedonian Campaign.

"Sir, please believe my judgment. In the open area, even if we have several times the enemy's strength, it will be difficult to suppress the enemy." Dinggel put the cup in his hand on the table and turned to Brewster and said in a deep voice.

"And now we can determine that the enemy has at least 20 troops entering our border, and the military base only has more than troops. I think this is far from enough."

Brewster looked solemn, and he touched his nose when he heard this and said, "There may be so many people entering the country, but it is impossible for them to be deployed. They always need to send troops to garrison the controlled areas."

Dinger coughed and nodded, "That's right, but the number of troops I estimated is already an underestimate."

"After the port fell, they could send reinforcements without restraint. The Yan people brazenly launched an attack at this season, so they must have made all preparations."

"They also have better weapons, which is a problem we cannot deal with at the moment. In a head-on battle, I can't imagine how we can defeat them with our current forces."

Brewster raised his eyebrows when he said this. Dingle noticed it keenly and added:

"Through the Macedonian campaign, I think this has been proven, and I definitely don't underestimate our army."

"The military factory fell overnight, which shows that even with strong fortifications, as long as the enemy finds a place to launch a fierce attack, they can still defeat our defense line."

As soon as these two sentences were spoken, the officers present looked at each other, their faces gradually darkened, and Brewster's face was even more grim, saying:

"Is this why you suggest we evacuate the military base?"

Dinger's eyes were deep, and he said, "Yes, even if we have an army and a military base, as long as we fight the enemy on flat ground, we will still be defeated, and the possibility is very high."

As soon as he finished speaking, Brewster laughed for no reason. He walked up to Dingle, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"Boy, although you have commanded a battle, it was only a few divisions of troops. The power of an army consisting of multiple arms is beyond your imagination."

At this point, Brewster's voice became deeper and deeper: "The failure of the Macedonian campaign was because you misjudged the enemy's strength and mistakenly believed that Foster Harbor was where the enemy's main force was located. That's why you fell into the trap set by the Yan people."

"But now it's completely different. I don't care how many troops the enemy has or how they will attack us. The army is here and the military base is an unbreakable iron wall. If they try to pass through here, they will only face a cruel fate."

"Once they start to attack, in addition to the frontal troops using fortifications for defense, I will also arrange two troops to cut into the enemy from the flank. I know that their artillery range is farther than ours, but my cavalry troops will quickly close the distance and complete the breakthrough in one fell swoop."

Dingle frowned and said:

"This place will indeed become their target of attack, and there is nothing wrong with your idea."

"But the enemy this time is extraordinary, and this is not a suitable battlefield for us."

"General Brewster, we should place the battlefield in the Enzo Mountains. If the Yan people want to go to Bocamia Province, they must pass through the mountains. As long as they enter the mountain road, it will be the best opportunity for us to eliminate them."

"Only by taking advantage of the terrain can we have a chance of defeating them." Dinggel stood up, looked up at Brewster, and said solemnly.