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

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The cold wind whistled in the empty streets, making a hollow sound, and in front of the rows of houses on the streets, countless flagpoles had appeared without anyone noticing. A black flag was hung on the top of each flagpoles, and in the middle of the flag was a bright red pattern of the Eagle of God.

The wings are spread, the eagle's claws are bent in a grasping position, and the beak that is opened upward is as sharp as a knife. In the strong wind, the black flag flutters violently, and the wings of the Eagle of God also flap continuously, as if it is alive, which invisibly brings a strong sense of deterrence to people.

Dingle followed the guards to the carriage booth, slowly withdrew his gaze from the fluttering black flags, and stood silently by the roadside waiting.

The guard was processing the procedures for going to the Royal Castle. The procedures were tedious and complicated. The guard had been there for more than ten minutes, but had not yet completed the procedures.

Now under martial law, traffic is strictly controlled, especially after nightfall. Even the guards cannot move around the city at will, unless they have von Palen's handwritten order, otherwise they will definitely be arrested.

The people who were arrested were none other than the Storm Special Combat Team, which could act freely at night. Now, they had obtained power like emperors.

While waiting, Dingle listened to the whistling wind and felt inexplicably cold.

He thought that Salivia seemed much colder than the cities he had passed through before, but perhaps it was just because it lacked popularity. The streets were too wide, and every household had their doors closed. There was no sound at all, so it seemed deserted.

When he thought of this, Dingle couldn't help but curl his lips in self-mockery and rubbed his face helplessly.

When did the capital of the empire, Salvia, become associated with "lack of popularity"? Even a dozen years ago, it would not have been as deserted as it is today.

"Colonel, it looks like we have to wait for a while. Let's go sit in the bus shelter for a while." At this time, a soldier named "Smeder" who followed Dingle said while rubbing his hands.

Dingle took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was already half past six in the evening.

"Um. "

Dingle agreed, and the soldiers followed him to the carriage booth, but before entering the door, Dingle stopped.

"You guys go in, I'll wait at the door." Without waiting for the soldiers to reply, Dingle sat down on a row of benches outside the door.

The three soldiers looked into the parking lot from the door. Under the dim light, there were several guards standing or sitting beside the gray walls. They were all wearing black uniforms and had the same expression on their faces, serious and gloomy. There were clearly several people there, but there was almost no sound.

The soldiers looked away and looked at each other.

"Then we'll wait here too."

Smed, one of the soldiers, said this and sat down on the right side of the bench first. Another soldier named Pocker also sat down next to Smed. The last soldier walked to the chair support on the right side of the bench. He did not sit down, but just folded his arms and looked at the street.

The sun had completely set, and the deserted streets were pitch black. Although there were lights on in the houses on both sides of the street, they were very sparse and dim, as if most people had gone to bed early.

The four of them stared at the dark street scene in silence. In the midst of the silence, Smeder suddenly turned his head and looked at the standing soldier and said:

"Huffman, why don't you sit down?"

"I want to stand here for a while." The soldier called Huffman turned his head and said, "I came to Salivia on vacation last March, and it happened to be the Flower Festival."

At this point, he pointed to a street and said, "There are flower pots at the door of every house, one after another, all the way to Saint-Marie Square. When I got there, I realized that blue hibiscus has so many colors."

"In my hometown, I have only seen light blue and purple. Later, I saw red and yellow. But that day in Saint-Marie Square, I saw at least ten colors of blue hibiscus."

As Haffman finished his speech, the soldiers also started talking.

"I don't know about other things, but the red blue hibiscus you mentioned is very common in my hometown, Kraska. It usually comes in two colors: light red and rose red. I think it is much more beautiful than a rose." Smed said with a grin.

"Then you should have seen the cyan blue hibiscus, right?" Pocker also spoke, he raised his head and looked at Huffman.

"Yes, I saw it." Huffman nodded.

"We usually call it snow-blue hibiscus. It's not just green, but also has a gradient of white. It's very unique and has only appeared in recent years." Pocker turned his head and said, hugging his arms.

"Well... indeed, it's very attractive, haha." Huffman chuckled, but soon restrained his smile. After all, in the current environment and situation, there was nothing worth laughing about.

"Colonel, you grew up in Seville, so you must be tired of seeing this, right?" Maimed suddenly turned his head and looked at Dingle who was sitting on the left side of the bench.

"No, how could I get tired of it?" Dingle answered calmly without turning around.

"Oh, okay, but speaking of which, this year is a little colder than last year, so the flowering time is delayed."

"On the way to Seville, I didn't see a single blooming blue hibiscus." Smed leaned back in his chair and sighed.

Dingle looked at the empty doorway of the house across the street and continued, "It won't be too late. It's already February. They will bloom before the end of the month."

The voice just fell.

"But I don't think the Flower Festival will be held this year, and it's hard to say whether it will be held next year... before this damn war is over..." Huffman, who took over the conversation, suddenly stopped talking when he got to this point.

Because when they said this, Smed and Pocker smacked their lips in dissatisfaction almost at the same time.

But Dingle said at this time: "It will be over soon."

"Colonel...I don't mean to offend you, but I do have to say...that's unlikely." Smeder suddenly whispered.

Dingle turned his head and met his eyes.

"Why do you think so?"

"Colonel, as we walked along, didn't you see that the civilians are now..." Just as Smeder said this, Poker, who was sitting next to him, pulled his arm:

"Okay Smead."

"Don't say such things. It's martial law now..."

"It's okay, Poker, the colonel is an upright man." Smeder interrupted.

"Clap clap clap."

At this point in the conversation, the sound of leather boots tapping could be heard from afar. Huffman, who was standing, immediately bent down and whispered:

"The Storm Fighting Team is on patrol, so stop talking about sensitive topics."

Then, everyone fell silent, and a team of Storm Special Forces wearing leather boots came towards them.

"What are you doing here?" the leading special forces captain shouted from a distance.

Dingle was about to stand up when a guard ran out from the carport behind him and said only, "I'll explain it." Then he hurriedly trotted to the special forces captain to explain.

A few minutes later, the members of the Storm Special Operations Team left in neat steps, and the guards also came back.

"When can we go to the Whopper?" Dingle asked.

"Please wait a moment." The guard looked embarrassed.

"Don't we have a carriage? Why can't we go to the Royal Castle? What went wrong that takes so long?" Dinggel was a little puzzled.

The guard whispered, "This is a special period, please understand."

"Can you explain the reason in detail?" Dinggel's brows gradually frowned.

Seeing that the Storm Fighting Team had gone far away, the guard walked up to Dingle and whispered:

"It's like this, Colonel. We need to receive a pass from the Royal Castle before we can arrange a carriage for you. The Royal Castle is now blocked. No one is allowed to enter or leave without a pass."

Hearing the word "blockade", Dingle frowned: "Why?"

The guard shook his head nervously: "Sorry, Colonel, I don't know either."

Without waiting for Dingle to ask any more questions, he quickly walked into the carriage pavilion. After entering the door, the guard stuck his head out and said:

"Colonel, you can come in and wait. We don't know when the pass will be delivered."

Hearing this, Dinger looked helpless and could only shake his head and said, "I know."

"....Okay." The guard agreed sullenly and retracted his head.

"If you want to go in, go in first. I'll sit outside for a while." Dinggel sighed slightly and said to the three people beside him.

"The air outside is nice, I want to sit for a while." Huffman folded his arms and tapped his heels.

"But you're standing." Pocker raised his head and winked at Huffman.

With a "snap", Smeder patted the empty seat on the bench and pursed his lips and said, "What are you waiting for?"

Huffman curled his lips, lowered his arms and walked over, but as he approached, he said to Dingle next to the empty seat:

"Sir, can I sit?"

Dingle was stunned, a little confused by this, but soon nodded and said, "Of course."

As he spoke, he moved his body and leaned against the armrest of the bench on the left.

"Thank you." Huffman then sat down next to Dingle.

Smeder, who could not stop talking, suddenly said:

"Colonel, if the pass is sent immediately."

"Do you think we'll be the only ones walking the streets at night?"

"Of course, 'those guys' don't count."

"You are really good at talking..." Pokar bumped Smeder's shoulder. Dinger licked the corner of his mouth and grinned: "It seems that this is indeed the case."