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

Seeing the carriage approaching, the soldiers quickly put out their cigarettes and stood up.

"It should have come from the Royal Castle." Smiton said in a low voice, looking at the black flag on the carriage.

"Yeah." Pokar responded in a low voice.

"Ding-ling, ding-ling, ding-ling~"

The sound of the bell was particularly prominent in this quiet night, especially in the current solemn and cold atmosphere. Immediately afterwards, a guard walked out of the carriage booth behind him and whispered:

"Here we go, Colonel. This should be the order to pass."

Dingle did not respond, but just stared at the approaching carriage. As the bell sounded closer, the figures of several cavalrymen gradually appeared behind the carriage. Seeing these people, Dingle could not help but frowning.

Following behind the carriage were not the regular cavalrymen in blue cavalry uniforms. Instead, they were all wearing black leather coats and leather hats embroidered with the Imperial Eagle logo. They were none other than the Storm Special Combat Team that had just been seen.

Not only Dingle frowned, the faces of the three soldiers also became solemn. Huffman carefully stretched out his foot to sweep the ashes on the ground.

The guards stood straight and saluted the approaching carriage in advance. When Pokar saw this, he also wanted to salute, but when he saw that Dingle had not done so yet, he put his arm down again, looking a little at a loss.

The bells gradually stopped, and the carriage slowly stopped by the roadside. The six special forces following the carriage glanced back and forth at Dingle and his group with hawk-like eyes.

This made the soldiers breathe faster, as if they had become prisoners awaiting trial. They unconsciously turned their eyes to look at Dingle, who had an expressionless face.

The next moment, there was a "pop" sound, and the vermilion door was pushed open a crack, and a rough but cold voice came from inside:

"Dingle, get in the car."

The moment the voice fell, the soldiers saw Dingle's expression change and he raised his brows.

"Yes." Dingle agreed, and just as he took a step forward, he asked again: "What about my companion?"

With a snap, the door was pushed open, revealing a face with a shaggy beard on his chin. Under his thick eyebrows, the man's eyes were full of fine red bloodshot, and his eyes were obviously tired. He looked at Smiton and the other two, and after two seconds of silence, he said:

"Just stay here for one night and we'll talk tomorrow."

"Yes! Sir!" Smiton and the other two quickly saluted the man, just because of the man's conspicuous epaulettes.

The rank on the epaulettes indicated his distinguished status. He was a man that even the generals of the twelve armies had to bow their heads to, Field Marshal of the Federal Imperial Army, the Emperor’s right hand, Albert Wolfgang.

"I'll come back tomorrow..."

Dingle, however, didn't seem to care about it and was giving instructions to Smetton and the other two.

"Come up quickly."

Wolfgang wiped his face, interrupted him and urged.

"Colonel, go ahead, we'll stay here and wait for your news." Smeaton looked at Dingle and said.

"....Well, okay." Dingle said no more, turned around and stepped onto the carriage. The coachman whipped the horse whip, the warhorse neighed, turned around and left, and the Storm Combat Team following behind also left.

Watching the convoy going further and further away, Huffman moved his lips and muttered a few words silently.

"What are you talking about?" Smeaton asked casually as he watched the carriage gradually disappear into the darkness.

"May the goddess Saint Marlene protect the colonel and our country..." Huffman said softly.

"Well, let's go in." Smiton slowly withdrew his gaze and walked towards the parking lot with Pokar.

At this moment, Huffman bent down, picked up the half-smoked cigarette under his feet, put it in the cigarette box in his arms, and then turned and walked towards the bus stop.

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"Dingling bell~"

The crisp ringing of bells echoed all the way along the street. Wolfgang and Dinger sat face to face in the car. There was a copper lamp hanging on the wall of the car. Although the road was flat, the wick was always shaking, which made the car always flickering.

Since Dingle got in the car, the two have not spoken once.

So, half an hour later, Wolfgang suddenly asked:

"When did you arrive in Salvia?"

"evening."

"Well...in the evening...did you go home then?"

"........"

"You should go home first."

"..."

Dingle still didn't answer. Wolfgang touched his nose and fell silent again.

A few minutes later.

"Why is the Royal Castle blocked?" Dingle asked.

"Something unexpected happened."

"What unexpected situation?"

Wolfgang folded his arms and replied, "I can't explain it clearly at the moment. I'll tell you when we get there."

"It's at least an hour or two away. There's plenty of time. You can tell me now," Dingle said.

"We'll talk about it when we get there." Wolfgang still replied.

As he spoke, he reached into his bosom, pulled out a pipe and put it in his lips, then took out a cigarette case. Just as he was about to open the lid to take out the tobacco, the carriage suddenly jolted and the copper cigarette case fell with a "pop" under the chair where Dingle was sitting.

Wolfgang leaned forward and was about to reach out to pick up the cigarette box, but Dinger had already bent down and picked it up.

He handed it to Wolfgang.

Looking at the cigarette box handed to him, Wolfgang reached out to take it, but at this moment he leaned forward and whispered:

"It's not appropriate to go to the Royal Castle at this time."

"It's even more inappropriate for you to go see the emperor."

As he spoke, the cigarette box was in Wolfgang's hand. Dinger was a little confused and was about to ask, but Wolfgang shook his head and waved his fingers left and right.

Outside the carriage, the rhythmic sound of horse hooves rang out, occasionally accompanied by the snort of a warhorse, reminding Dingle that the Storm Special Combat Team was escorting the carriage.

"Regarding the detailed battle report of the Enzos Campaign, you can report it to the Emperor tomorrow morning. I will take you with me to report it to the Emperor."

"The Emperor has rested today," Wolfgang continued.

"Okay, I'll follow your instructions." Looking at the look in Wolfgang's eyes, Dinger understood what he meant.

Nine-thirty at night.

The carriage slowly stopped, and Dinger followed Wolfgang out of the carriage. As soon as he got out of the carriage, Dinger showed a surprised expression.

The huge Royal Castle Palace was still as magnificent as before, but tonight, Dingle saw a stretch of barbed wire outside the palace. The iron spikes on the net were sharp, rough and rigid, adding a hideous look to the Royal Castle's style.

Inside the barbed wire, there were a large number of patrolling Storm Special Forces. Wearing all black leather jackets, they looked like wandering ghosts.

He had a cold look in his eyes, a serious expression on his face, and a musket in his hand, as if he was ready to fire a bullet at any time.

The royal palace patrolled by these ghosts was now bright and dazzling, with lights on in almost every place.

But in this dark night, it seems a little out of place.

"Come on, let's go in." Wolfgang looked at the dazed Dinger and called out.