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

Half past one in the afternoon.

The Piazza San Marin, which was large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people, was packed with people except for the road where the emperor entered and exited.

The Storm Special Combat Team, armed with live ammunition, and the guard troops of the First Army were interspersed throughout the venue, while the largest police force was maintaining order on the periphery.

The square had been noisy for several hours, from the morning until now, and at this moment, with the shouting of the soldiers, the voices of people finally died down slowly.

But at the same time, everyone stood up and looked at the straight road leading to Santa María Square.

The Emperor of the Empire, von Palen, is about to arrive here.

On the West Holy Bell of Light opposite the square, the hands were turning bit by bit, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard from far away in the silent square.

The rhythmic sound of horse hooves rang out, and people looked forward to it. A black chariot pulled by twelve horses gradually appeared in people's sight. They had all seen this chariot specially used by von Palen before, on the night of New Year's Eve.

But this time, the tank has obviously undergone changes.

The carriage, which was supposed to be open to the sky, was now covered with black iron plates, like a huge square box. Four black flags were inserted at the four corners of the carriage. Standing in front of the carriage was not von Palen, but six fully armed members of the Storm Special Combat Team.

Upon seeing their leather coats, many people present frowned. Although this was the unit directly responsible to von Palen, they did not have a good impression of the Storm Special Combat Team.

Apart from these two changes, the war horses pulling the carriages no longer wore bright red costumes embroidered with totems, but were all dressed in silver soft armor, as if they were about to charge into the battlefield.

The same was true for the knights accompanying the carriage. They were all wearing heavy armor and holding weapons in their hands, as if a fight would break out in the next second.

These changes, which were completely different from New Year's Eve, gradually made people realize that today was unusual, so unknowingly, the excitement in their hearts gradually subsided, and people's faces began to become solemn.

Finally, around two o'clock, the chariot arrived at the Plaza Saint-Marie and slowly stopped in front of the prepared podium. Although many important figures of the country were already standing behind the podium, the people's eyes were all focused on the carriage without exception.

There was only ever one important person, Emperor von Paaren.

With a "click" sound, the sound of the carriage door opening echoed throughout the square. Almost everyone could hear it clearly. Those standing at the back of the square stood on tiptoe and stretched their heads to look forward.

Then, just a hat brim appeared from the carriage, and the whole square suddenly became boiling.

"Von Palen!"

"Von Palen!"

"Von Palen!"

The roars were like thunder rolling in the sky, and the momentum was as majestic as the surging sea.

Although many people had doubts about the government and von Palen because of the negative comments on the leaflets and the bad news of continuous defeats on the front line, most people sincerely believed that as long as von Palen was still there, he would be able to save the country.

He had saved the country once twelve years ago, and now, they still firmly believed that this man could save the country again.

But at this moment, the person who walked out of the car was the leader of the Storm Special Forces, Bowerman, which made the voices of the people fade away a lot in an instant.

Like the Storm Troopers, they disliked Bowerman.

As Bowerman walked out of the car, he lowered the brim of his hat with some discomfort.

But only for a few seconds.

When another person walked out of the carriage, the shouting started again, even more so than before, reaching a peak. The faces of the young people in the crowd flushed, their bodies trembled with excitement, and they raised their arms and shouted at the top of their lungs:

"Von Palen!"

"Von Palen!"

Von Palen, dressed in a neat military uniform and with a faint smile on his face, slowly walked out of the carriage and waved to the crowd.

"His Majesty!"

"How nice to see you!"

"His Majesty!"

"Von Palen!"

"Oh my God, you're finally here!"

Various different voices rang out in a chaotic manner. Von Palen, with a ruddy face and full of energy, walked up to the podium with big strides, waving his arms.

His energetic attitude immediately cheered up many people, and their originally solemn faces were filled with smiles, as if all the haze in their hearts was swept away at this moment.

"Boom!"

The Wester Holy Bell of Light in the southeast corner of the square rang at exactly two o'clock in the afternoon.

And von Palen also stepped onto the podium at this moment.

He moistened his throat and placed his hands on the stage, and the noise in the square suddenly disappeared.

Von Palen looked around the square, his face becoming solemn. After a few seconds, he said in a loud voice:

"I am very happy that you, my compatriots, who are standing in front of me now, are still full of energy. I can see the fighting spirit on each of your faces!"

"This is what I want to see! I believe in..."

"You are a murderer!!!"

A shout suddenly rang out from somewhere in the square, and the sound was particularly sharp, just as the words themselves expressed.

But von Paalen did not interrupt his speech because of this sentence. He continued: "I believe that in the next period of time..."

“Murderer!!!”

The screams started again and Von Palen frowned, he knew the guards were on their way to catch the troublemaker and it wouldn't take long.

So he continued without pausing:

"We can overcome all difficulties..."

"Liar!! Murderer!" The troublemaker's voice sounded again, but it was not the same voice as before.

Von Palen lowered his left arm expressionlessly.

The next moment, a man suddenly jumped out from near the podium. In the shocked eyes of the crowd, in just a blink of an eye, the man rushed onto the podium.

The two guards in front of the podium rushed forward, while the two guards beside von Palen immediately protected him behind them. Screams and roars rang out instantly.

The man was tall and had a ferocious look on his face. He pushed the guards away. Von Palen was already running back under the leadership of the two guards, while more guards had already opened their guns and were ready to shoot him.

But the man suddenly pounced, leaped high at an incredible angle, opened his arms and knocked von Palen and the two guards beside him to the ground.

"His Majesty!!!"

"don't want!!"

"Stop him quickly!"

"Oh my God!"

At this moment, countless screams rang out, and Bowerman, who was originally sitting under the podium, flew over.

But the man had already pinned von Palen down.

"Boom!"

Two gunshots rang out in succession, hitting the man in the back, but the man also drew out a dagger at this time, and he roared:

"Goltish bastards!"

"You all deserve to die!"

With a roar and a ferocious laugh, he stabbed von Palen directly with a knife.

"Do not!!!"

Anxious shouts rang out one after another, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

Wolfgang, who was standing behind the podium, looked pale as he followed several officers beside him and rushed towards the assassin in panic.

In front of the podium, many people were running towards von Palen, intending to stop the assassin. Among these people, several men had grim expressions and were putting their right hands into the sleeves of their left hands.

The entire Plaza Santa María was thrown into chaos in just a few seconds, and everyone was moving.

Only the statue of Saint Marlene still stood facing east, as usual.