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

The cold wind blew across his face like a knife, and Wolfgang felt a burning pain on his face. As the Imperial Army Marshal, the pressure on him during this period was as heavy as a mountain, which often made it difficult for him to breathe and he was always awakened at night.

Is there bad news coming from the front? Which areas have been occupied? How are the civilians in the occupied areas living now? Are they being massacred?

The morale of the army was low. How should the next battle be fought? When could the occupied areas be recovered and the refugees be allowed to return home?

No matter which question it was, Wolfgang found it difficult to find the answer. Even as an army marshal, he felt powerless. The only person he could rely on was the empire's supreme ruler, von Paalen.

But what was the Emperor like now? Although Wolfgang was reluctant to admit it, he knew that the Emperor had made a desperate move and was determined to continue the war with the whole country, but what would happen?

Wolfgang, sitting in the chair, took off his hat and grabbed his hair in pain. He gradually realized that the empire seemed to be really heading towards destruction.

And the moment this thought appeared in his mind, he figured out a lot of things.

Once a country that has risen rapidly through war suffers damage in the war, and the damage continues, its already unstable foundation will quickly collapse.

The current social situation proves this point in every way: when beliefs are shaken, all actions will become weak and powerless.

Dingle's remarks were too blunt but they were the cruel truth, which made Wolfgang tremble uncontrollably, and his lips turned pale.

Dinger became more awake after being blown by the cold wind. After coming back to his senses, he closed the window with a snap and walked in front of Wolfgang:

"You must immediately gather the military and make suggestions to the emperor to change his mind. No matter how high the price is, we can accept it as long as we can end this war as soon as possible."

Wolfgang held his head with his hands, staring at the ground with lifeless eyes, and just pursed his lips without saying a word.

"General Dilan led the Sixth Army and blocked the Yan people's route of advance with a die-and-die strategy. If the Yan people's follow-up troops advance again, the situation will further deteriorate."

"Our nation and country will inevitably gradually disappear....and when that happens, nothing can be undone."

Wolfgang remained silent, but countless red bloodshot eyes gradually appeared.

Dinger's expression gradually became stern, and he continued, "If you think you can't change the emperor's mind by persuasion."

"Then we must resort to force..."

At this point, Wolfgang suddenly stood up, his lips trembling, and he looked at Dingle and said:

"Give me a moment, please?"

Dinger looked straight into Wolfgang's eyes with a cold gaze: "We don't have much time left. Every moment, someone dies because of this war."

"Those civilians..."

At this point, Wolfgang reached out and patted Dingle on the shoulder, and said in a trembling voice:

"I know."

"I just need one night, one night is enough."

"Tomorrow morning, before I go to see the Emperor, I will give you an answer, okay?"

Looking at Wolfgang's tired and painful face, Dinger finally let out a long sigh:

"it is good."

"But I still want to remind you that our nation and country are built on millions of people, not on a certain person or a certain regime."

Wolfgang nodded slowly, picked up the hat on the table, and said solemnly:

"I see."

"That's all I have to say. Take a rest. I'll come see you tomorrow morning."

After saying this, Wolfgang turned and walked towards the door.

And this time.

"Father!"

"Be loyal to the country! Be loyal to the people!"

Dingle stood straight and spoke loudly to Wolfgang's back.

Wolfgang, who had already reached the door, put his hand on the bolt and said softly without turning around:

"Good night."

"son."

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the door, put on the hat in his hand, pressed down the brim of the hat, and walked out against the cold wind.

-

On the second underground floor of the Imperial Castle, inside the sleeping palace.

With a "pop", the crumpled manuscript was thrown into the wastebasket by von Palen. He put down the pen in annoyance, folded his arms and looked at the white paper on the desk without saying a word.

It was already late at night, but he still hadn't finished preparing for tomorrow's meeting.

"Bang bang."

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and von Palen frowned instantly.

"What's the matter?!" he shouted coldly. In fact, unless there was an emergency, he would never allow anyone to disturb him at this time.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, Marshal Wolfgang comes to see you." said the guard on duty outside the door.

"I'm asking what's going on?!" Von Palen's brows furrowed further and further.

"Marshal Wolfgang did not say so explicitly. He only said that he requested to see you. He has been here for some time. Minister Bormann is receiving Marshal Wolfgang."

"Is there any emergency?"

"At the moment, no, your majesty, there are no sudden incidents," the guard replied.

"Let him go back. We can talk about it tomorrow." Feng Palen picked up the pen unhappily.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The guard agreed, and there was no more movement outside the door.

Von Palen calmed down the distracting thoughts in his mind, and after a few minutes began to write on a blank piece of paper the key points that he needed to instruct his officers tomorrow.

As he wrote, he gradually began to recite aloud:

"...Compared to the riots caused by the rebels, the invasion of the Yan people is the source of the national crisis. The destructiveness of this war of aggression brought by the Yan people is unprecedented. I must admit that the situation is a bit bad now, so now we must unite and gather all the forces we can mobilize. Everyone, you must stand up at this time and respond to the call of the government. Whether you are a man or a woman, if you want to protect our homeland, we must..."

As he was writing this, Feng Palen raised his eyebrows, crossed out the entire paragraph after "The situation is a bit bad", and said to himself:

"If what is needed to mobilize the people is not what it should be, it may not be useful..."

After muttering this, he picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing on another line while muttering to himself:

"...In the occupied province of Sunham, our compatriots are being slaughtered by the Yan people. They not only slaughter our soldiers on the battlefield, but also break into the city and slaughter the elderly, women, and children who have no ability to resist..."

"War is always accompanied by death. Accepting death is the fate that every soldier must accept before going to the battlefield. But what's wrong with the elderly, women, and children? They shouldn't be slaughtered as trophies by those cruel executioners.

As a soldier, even if they are Yan people, they should be ashamed of this. But these guys have no concept of shame, their behavior is no different from that of the devil, and now, these devils regard us Golts as objects that must be eliminated, which has been reflected in every battle that has ended.

These demons ruthlessly deprived us of our right to live. They set fire to our houses, raped our women, used our children as targets for shooting practice, and did all the brutal acts you can imagine..."

Having written this, Wolfgang stopped writing with satisfaction, picked it up again to dip it in ink, and murmured:

"'Hatred' is the best way to unite the people..."

Just as he finished speaking, there were two knocks on the door again.

Then, with a "pop", Feng Palen suddenly threw away the pen in his hand, sat up from the chair, and shouted angrily:

"What?!"