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

Just like the "March forward" shouted by tens of thousands of people, the majestic and magnificent convoy is moving forward. It is almost nine o'clock, and the convoy is about to enter "Blue Hibiscus Street", which is a straight road leading to Saint Marin Square. The street is extremely wide, at least eighty meters, and can accommodate tens of thousands of people parading on both sides.

The guards driving the chariots lowered the black masks with the hexagram symbol embroidered on the horses' faces at this time. The armored horses slowed down their pace, and the speed of the convoy gradually slowed down.

The people's cheers became louder and louder. As they walked in a mighty procession, they looked up at the sky, as if they were expecting something.

Gustav was getting drunker and drunker, still laughing and waving his arms, shouting even harder.

Finally, when the first car that von Palen was riding in stepped onto the hard road surface of Blue Hibiscus Street.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

In an instant, countless explosions sounded suddenly, and the salutes that had been placed on both sides of the road were ignited. They rushed up into the dark sky, turning it into a bright day. In just a moment, the day that was even bright enough to be dazzling turned into thousands of golden lights.

The dazzling golden light spread in all directions, like stars falling from the sky. It was so gorgeous that everyone who looked up was shocked, and some people even trembled with excitement.

Such a beautiful scenery can only be seen on New Year's Eve, and such a scene is enough for them to remember for the whole year.

The cheers of the people became louder and louder as the salutes sounded. Although the advancing war horses were masked, they still snorted uneasily. The guards stroked their bodies gently, and they gradually calmed down.

Just at this moment, amid the sound of cannon fire, an unnoticed sound of something falling to the ground occurred quietly.

It was not until two breaths had passed that the guard who was driving the chariot screamed.

"General Gustav fell!!!"

Amid screams, the guards hurriedly jumped off the carriage and dragged out Gustav who had just been run over by the wheels.

This little episode did not attract the attention of more people. People were still looking up at the sky, still immersed in this magnificent scenery.

The convoy was also moving and did not stop because of Gustav's accidental fall, because this was a tradition that could not be changed. Gustav was run over by the wheels and injured his right palm. The intense pain made his drunkenness dissipate.

"Hurry! Take me to the car!" He endured the pain and shouted anxiously to the guards.

The guards hurriedly took him forward, fortunately the convoy was not moving very fast, and they finally caught up with the chariot.

Gustav stretched out his left hand and was about to grab the railing and jump up, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, someone on the car grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

"Thank you, Marshal Wolfgang." Gustav said with his head down and his face flushed after getting in the car.

Wolfgang stroked his beard, looked at him and smiled, "Gustav, I didn't expect you to be frightened by the sound of the salute. I didn't notice you just now. I'm really sorry."

This made Gustav even more ashamed, and he hurriedly said, "No, Marshal Wolfgang, how could I be frightened by the sound of the salute?"

"I'm just a little tipsy."

In response to Gustav's explanation, Wolfgang glanced at his chest, just smiled and did not respond.

Then, Wolfgang turned his head and looked ahead, smiling and said, "Gustav, we'll be at St. Marin Square soon, so we have to get drunk tonight, haha."

Gustav was tidying up his messy clothes. After hearing this, he stopped checking and turned to look forward.

Under the illumination of the street lamps on both sides of Blue Hibiscus Street, at the end of the long road paved with brown flint, the magnificent Saint Marlene Square was illuminated by countless lights, and the towering statue of Saint Marlene appeared clearly in Gustav's field of vision.

But his attention was more attracted by the building behind the statue.

That is the West Clock Tower. This ancient clock tower is 48 meters high. There are several exquisitely shaped stone sculptures on the eaves of each floor. At the highest point of the clock tower, four huge clocks facing the southeast, northwest and northeast directions rotate their hands day and night.

Inside the clock is the centuries-old Westerly Light Clock, which will chime twelve times before midnight tonight, ushering everyone into the new year.

Now, the West Clock Tower has firmly occupied Gustav's sight. This magnificent and exquisite building makes it difficult for him to take his eyes away. Although it is still some distance away, Gustav feels that he can see the moving hands.

"How about it, Gustav? The Wester Clock Tower has a new look this year." At this time, Wolfgang beside him suddenly said.

Gustav finally came to his senses and said with a smile, "Yes, at first I thought they had rebuilt a clock tower."

Wolfgang explained: "A few months ago, the emperor ordered the renovation of the Wester Clock Tower. In addition to repairing some old and damaged parts, the biggest change is the color of the exterior wall."

"The entire clock building has been painted with brown-red paint. Doesn't it look much brighter?" Wolfgang turned his head and looked at Gustav's chest.

Gustav was still looking at the clock tower. He nodded and smiled.

"It is much brighter, but is it brown-red?"

As he said this, he raised his palm that was run over by the wheel. There was a bruise and traces of blood on it. Gustav pointed to his palm and then laughed, "Why do I feel that it is more like bright red? Did the painter mix the paint?"

Wolfgang laughed. "Gustav, I didn't realize you were so funny."

"But I have to be fair to the painters. This is brown-red, but it looks brighter because of the bright lights tonight."

Gustav smiled and nodded, looking towards the West Clock Tower again.

Under the countless lights, it indeed looked even more red.

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"Plop" sound.

On the night of New Year's Eve, Sergeant Yuri of the 32nd Artillery Brigade of the Imperial Army jumped into the sea from the burning warship.

The moment he entered the water, the freezing cold sea water made Yuri shiver all over, and he couldn't help but let out a scream through his clenched teeth.

The sea water immediately poured into his mouth. He quickly closed his mouth, paddled his arms hard and began to swim.

He began to patrol around, trying to find a piece of wood to live on, but when the surrounding scene came into view, Yuri, who was soaked in sea water, couldn't help but shed tears.

The sea was littered with burning warships, and the wreckage of ships was so numerous that it almost covered the entire sea area. The bodies of his companions were constantly snorkeling with the fierce waves, and there were so many of them that Yuri couldn't bear to look at them for even a second.

They died in a miserable way, and most of them even had incomplete limbs. They were all killed in the shelling, and the explosion and fire destroyed everything.

Even the sea water at this moment was dyed red.