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

As soon as these words were spoken, the general and Mitri were stunned.

But their expressions were obviously different.

The general had a look of disbelief on his face, but Mitri's eyes flashed slightly after being stunned for a moment, but he did not speak.

The one who spoke was the general, and he said emotionally:

"Marshal! Even if you want to leave, you should leave too! How could you not leave!"

"You are our Tuyuan Kingdom..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mokodin. He shook his head and sighed:

"I'm almost fifty. Although I've won more battles than lost over the years, I'm not a famous general. I came to Daqiu this time because the emperor saw that I've done a lot of hard work over the years and asked me to come. Yes, you want me to make another contribution and gain a good reputation."

"But now...heh, I'm not sure after all."

"How can I face returning to China now? How can I explain to them that so many people have died?"

"The King of Zhenbei is very likely to attack tomorrow. I will stay here to organize the remaining people to resist and buy you some time."

Having said this, he looked at Mitri again and continued:

"Mitri, after you go back, help me convey to the emperor that Dagan is no longer the same Dagan it was back then. They are very strong now."

"In my opinion, it's better not to come again. Let's leave Xijing to them..."

Speaking of this, Mokodin touched his face, his eyes dim.

"I will convey it to the Emperor, Marshal." Mitri replied in a deep voice without changing his expression.

But the general was still trying to persuade him. Mokodin shook his head and said, "Stop talking, Tuowan, I've already decided."

"Mitri, you go and gather the soldiers and horses first, lead them to assemble, and bring the food and fodder. It's quite a long way."

Mitri had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, Marshal, then I will gather the troops first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mitri left the camp without any hesitation.

"Marshal! I won't leave! I will stay here with you." The general said with a firm face.

Seeing Mitri leave the camp, Mokodin looked at the general and said in a deep voice:

"Towan, you have been following me for more than ten years. I can trust you."

"Now the defeat is determined. There is no way to recover. I must die here."

"If I return to China, I will definitely be criticized by Prince Arthur, accusing me of ineffective command of the army, which is why so many people died in the battle."

"Mitri is Prince Arthur's man. I respected him before, but after this battle, I know that he and Prince Arthur are of the same character."

"After returning home, Mitri will most likely blame all the reasons for this failure on me. In this case, he will not be punished, so you must go back!"

After saying this, the general opened his mouth with a look of surprise on his face.

"How could it be? You are fighting for our Tuyuan Kingdom, how could you be..."

Mokodin interrupted: "No, you never think of what they will do with this."

"Although many people died this time, I think Prince Arthur will even take the opportunity to petition the Emperor to summon more soldiers and horses and gain more military power!"

"Any war is just a means of making profits."

The general's face froze, but soon he said: "In this case, Marshal, you should go back!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't we allow them to blame the defeat of this war on you?"

Mokodin smiled bitterly: "My sacrifice to stop King Zhenbei is far more convincing than me returning home with a group of defeated troops."

"After you return home, just say that I died to stop King Zhenbei. In this way, no matter what Mitri says or how Prince Arthur criticizes me, at least my family can live in peace."

"This is the only thing we can do. This is the best outcome for us."

After saying this, the general fell silent. A heavy feeling of pain arose spontaneously. He moved his throat, but could no longer speak.

Mokodin stood up slowly. He patted the general on the shoulder and said seriously:

"Towan, after today's battle, you must have understood that today's Dagan is no longer the original Dagan."

"Qin Ze, the king of Zhenbei, is a very formidable opponent. He can always take him by surprise. Whether it's the 300,000-strong army or the weapons today, no one knows what else is behind him."

Having said this, he paused briefly, and then continued: "Considering him as an enemy is... an unwise choice."

"After returning to China, I will never come back to work."

"Of course, I can only talk to you about this in private. The Emperor will definitely send troops over next... No, even if the Emperor is unwilling to send troops to fight, Prince Arthur will create conflicts, and then this time In case of war, encourage the Emperor to send troops."

"All in all, this is a war that must be waged."

"And you, Towan, I can only advise you not to come here again. Trust my final judgment. This time, I think my judgment is correct."

The general looked sad and his eyes were blank and helpless.

Mokodin sighed, "Go, Towan, my family, please help me take care of it."

"When you go back this time, put down your military affairs if you can, and spend the rest of your life well."

The general's eyes were red. He bent down, put his hands on his chest, and bowed solemnly to him.

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Late at night.

It was already early in the morning, the coldest time of the day.

The chill in the air made people shiver uncontrollably, and the ground was already covered with a layer of frost.

Under the pale moonlight, a large army was heading into the distance on this cold night.

Mitri led those who could still leave and walked in the night. Because it was night and everyone was tired after a whole day, they were moving very slowly.

Of course, everyone's face was gloomy, the ambition they had when they came had completely disappeared, and now they were feeling depressed.

In the military camp, the remaining people could only huddle helplessly in their tents.

This night, there was no lit bonfire, no hot meal, and only the despair of being abandoned here.

Groans sounded in the camp from time to time, disturbing everyone's peace.

No one can sleep peacefully, except for some people who have died from serious injuries. Only they can enjoy the peace of winter night.

In the camp, Mokodin sat on the blanket, his eyes wide and unfocused.

After a moment, he took out the dagger from his waist and put it on his neck.

At this time, there was a faint, suppressed moan coming from outside the camp.

That was the sound of suppressing pain.

There was a "bang" sound.

The dagger slipped from Mokodin's loosened hand and fell to the ground.

He knelt on the ground, his head on the ground, whimpering silently, and his body trembling slightly...

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