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

Dingle wanted to refuse, but his uncontrollable coughing made it difficult for him to speak, and Harris forcefully dragged him back to the makeshift stone house.

The stone house was temporarily built on the original fortifications, but even so, it took a lot of effort for the soldiers. After all, the temperature in the mountains was much colder than that inside the military base, and almost all water sources were frozen. During these two days, the soldiers not only needed to build fortifications, but also had to use a lot of manpower to cut trees for firewood, and horses had to constantly transport ammunition into the mountains. Almost everyone was tired and cold.

All of this was due to Dingle's strong suggestion. Although Willy was the direct commander of the infantry division, he adopted all of Dingle's suggestions, and at this moment he was leading another team to explore a suitable ambush point.

After bringing Dingle back to the stone house, Harris picked up the firewood and put it into the crude fireplace to start a fire. During this time, Dingle just sat on the stool and kept coughing.

In fact, his cough had not been cured since he rushed to Heinrich from Wilton. During those eight days, he had been exposed to too much cold wind. After arriving at the Enzos Mountains, the even colder weather made his cough even worse.

Even at night, coughing would cause Dingle to feel pain in his chest, but now as the fire burned and he felt the heat, Dingle finally calmed down slowly.

"Heinrich, it's really hard to defend." He said suddenly.

Harris, who was holding the kettle, was startled when he heard this. Then, he snapped the lid on the kettle and put it next to the fireplace and asked:

"Why do you think so?"

Dingle, who was sitting against the wall, looked up, his face still showing a trace of sick redness from the coughing. He said slowly:

"Because our enemies are the Yan people, their army has completely crushed us."

Hearing this, Harris frowned, and suddenly a surge of anger arose in his heart. He said coldly: "To be honest, we only lost once in the Macedonian campaign."

"Once is enough." Dingle half opened his eyes. After his body gradually felt the warmth of the stove, he suddenly felt a little sleepy.

"Humph, we have eight army groups, more than 2.6 million troops, and more than 3 million reserve troops. Why do you think our army can't defeat these Yan people?!" Harris' voice became increasingly cold.

"It is difficult to make up for the gap in advanced weapons with manpower, not to mention... no one knows how many people the Yan people will send to our country. We have lost control of the sea and have fallen into a passive position." Dinggel said.

After hearing Dingle's words, Harris picked up the firewood and threw it into the fireplace with a cold face. The flames exploded with a "bang", and he said:

"After eliminating the Yan people who entered the country, we will gradually take the initiative."

"Maybe, but what is certain is that if the Yan people pass through the Enzo Mountains, then this war... has basically produced results." Dingle rubbed his sore eyes, trying to get rid of his sleepiness.

"You are too pessimistic. This is not like a soldier!" Harris suddenly raised his head and stared at Dingle coldly.

Dingle smiled tiredly and said, "I'm optimistic, Harris."

"Otherwise, why would I keep persuading General Brewster to use the Enzo Mountains as a battlefield?"

Harris frowned and asked in confusion: "Why do you say that?"

Dingle put down his arms, leaned his head against the wall, and said slowly: "Because this is the last place where we can stop them."

"Bocamia Province is a plain area. There is no good terrain to give us an advantage. Without the advantage of terrain, it is difficult for us to compete with the Yan people's army. The impact of the weather is minimal. No, it should be said that the impact on us is even greater. The Yan people march so fast, which shows that they have rich experience in winter combat. In their country, I think the winter may be much colder than here."

After hearing this, Harris fell silent, but his expression became even colder.

Dingle closed his eyes, and his nose seemed to be stuffed with cotton. He couldn't even smell anything at this moment. He continued in a low voice:

"Compared to the Enzo Mountains, the Heinrich Military Base is not the best position. If the Yan people continue to launch fierce attacks, the probability of being breached is not small."

"And if we can't defeat the Yan people in the Enzo Mountains, then I don't know where else we can defeat them."

"This is our best battlefield, and perhaps... it is also our last battlefield..."

Dingle murmured, but Harris no longer responded. He just looked at the stove in silence, mechanically breaking the firewood and stuffing it into the stove. The flames burned with a crackling sound, and his face was red. The scar on his forehead, which still had no scab, gradually felt a little painful.

After a while, Harris suddenly said, "If this is the most suitable battlefield, I will definitely destroy these damn Yan people here even if I risk my life."

"Even if we both perish, I won't hesitate."

There was no answer, only soft snoring.

Harris looked up and found that Dingle was leaning against the wall and had fallen asleep at some point.

"You guy..."

Harris rolled his eyes, patted the ashes off his legs, then stood up and walked over to Dingle.

"Hey, now is not the time..."

Harris closed his mouth halfway through his words. He turned around, pulled out a few thicker pieces of firewood from the pile and stuffed them into the stove, then walked out of the stone house in silence.

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"Crack."

The sudden explosion woke Dingle from his nightmare. He sat up suddenly, his pale face covered with cold sweat. As he gasped for breath, he realized that he was lying on a wooden bed.

At this moment, there was a sudden strong buzzing sound in his mind. Dingle hugged his head with gritted teeth. It took him almost a minute to slowly recover.

When he uncovered the quilt covering his body and stepped onto the ground, he felt dizzy and his nose was completely blocked. He had to breathe through his mouth open.

The wood in the fireplace was still burning, and beyond the dim light he realized that it was already dark outside, and the faint voices of soldiers were coming from the doorway.

He staggered toward the door, and the sounds outside became clearer.

"It's been so long, and it hasn't stopped yet."

"Do we have to fight all night? Damn it, I'm afraid..."

The worried conversation and the faint sound of artillery fire reached his ears, and Dingle took out the pocket watch from his chest with trembling hands.

The pocket watch was shaking in his hand, and the hands were pointing to half past eight.

After seeing the time clearly, Dingle rushed out of the stone house. He looked down and saw a long line of artillery fire, which looked very much like the scene he had just dreamed of.

"They've been shelling for nine hours now, probably... tens of thousands of shells fired... maybe more."

"Our defense line..." Harris said with a pale face. Although he was not in the military base, he could imagine what the defense line of the position that was continuously bombarded by tens of thousands of artillery shells had become now.