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

"Since the defeat of the Sixth Army, the enemy has been advancing all the way. In a few days, they have passed through many places and are unstoppable. Our army has no power to resist... New Beth fell the day before yesterday, and the enemy is still advancing. Maybe... maybe it will only take two or three days for them to get here."

In the Elsenburg City Hall, the Secretary General, with a pale face, briefly reported the news he had just received to the officials at the conference table.

After these words were spoken, everyone was silent. Mayor Aiman ​​put his hands on his forehead, his face pale and hopeless. He was so desperate that he couldn't even make any drastic reaction physically.

In fact, before today's bad news came, he and other officials had already anticipated it, but they did not know how fast the enemy's advance would be, which gave him a glimmer of hope.

But when today's news came, Aiman ​​knew that all hope had been extinguished. The war has continued until now, and the country is only one step away from complete collapse.

Aiman, who looked haggard, sighed and said, "I know."

Then, other people also sighed one after another:

"How did things turn out like this..."

"That's too bad... What should I do next...?"

Aiman ​​shook his head and said dejectedly: "Continue to evacuate the civilians and let them leave as soon as possible."

"Well, but I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's impossible to evacuate everyone..." The Secretary-General looked worried.

The evacuation did not start today. Due to concerns about the continuous defeats on the front line and disappointment with the army, after receiving the news that the Fifth Legion was defeated a few days ago, Aiman ​​had already issued an evacuation order in the city. Therefore, many people have left Eilsenburg in the past few days.

After the bad news arrived in the afternoon, some people in the city who had not planned to leave immediately fell into panic. They could no longer hold out for luck and fled in haste.

"Those who can leave, let them leave. For those who really can't leave, there's nothing we can do..." Aiman ​​said in a trance.

When this was said, an official said in confusion:

"Why...why hasn't your majesty sent troops to intercept the Yan people..."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was another round of sighs. After the Fifth Army led by Commander Saski was defeated, the only two armies that could rush to the front line to fight in a short period of time were the Seventh Army and the First Army. But for some reason, the Seventh Army in the neighboring province has not rushed to the battlefield until today. No one knows what General Gregg, the commander of the Seventh Army, is thinking.

In fact, in the document issued by His Majesty earlier, it was clearly stated that the Seventh Army would follow the Fifth Army to the front line to participate in the war. But today it seems that this order has not been implemented. No one knows what happened in the process that caused Greg to fail to send troops on time.

The First Army stationed around Salvia has been silent until today, and no new documents have been sent down in the past two days.

As for other troops, they could not be relied upon. Not long after the war broke out, unrest continued to break out in the northeastern region of the empire, which was the territory of the former Kosovo Empire and those small countries. The situation there was already in dire straits. Civilians might not know the details yet, but as government officials, they all knew that the unrest was already very serious.

Therefore, other armies were distracted, and even if there were no riots to distract them, they would not be able to reach Bocamia in a short time. After all, the war developed too quickly, and often before one army arrived, the news of the previous army's defeat was already on the way.

But the worst part is not this. Even if all interference factors are eliminated and the army can rush to the front line in a short time, there is no guarantee that they can win on the battlefield.

One failed battle after another has destroyed everyone's confidence.

"That's it. Arrange people to evacuate the people..." Aiman ​​stood up shakily and said to the people at the table.

"But what should we do next?" an official asked blankly.

Aiman's face was pale and he said absentmindedly: "I don't know...I don't know either."

At this time, the Secretary General whispered: "Maybe... I mean maybe..."

Aiman ​​ignored him and walked out in a daze, while the others were still sitting in their chairs, each with a confused look on their face.

"We have to surrender." The Secretary-General gritted his teeth and said to Aiman's back as he walked to the door.

Aiman ​​paused.

"Let those who can leave go to Salivia. The Wall of Saint Marin should...should protect them."

"Those who can't leave should stay here. Gather them together. I will accompany them and wait for the emperor to send troops..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aiman ​​stepped out of the meeting room and walked to the end of the corridor, where he looked out the window.

Lang Lang saw that in broad daylight, the square of the City Hall was empty. Almost all the available people had gone to organize the residents to evacuate. He looked at the flagpole, which was also empty. There was no flag-raiser today.

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4:30 pm, Plaza San Marín.

"Eliminate these rebels! Save the country!" The special forces soldiers in leather jackets rode on their horses and waved flags and shouted angrily.

"Kill them! Kill them!!" Intensive gunshots rang out in the square, and the ground was covered with corpses, including those of the Storm Special Combat Team, police forces, National Defense Guard, and civilians.

This was no longer a rally, but a battlefield. After two hours of fighting, the number of people killed due to various factors had reached three to four thousand. The largest number of casualties were civilians, most of whom were trampled to death, and only a few hundred people died in random gunfire.

Now, the fighting is not limited to the Plaza de Santa María. Fights have also broken out around the square, and people are shooting everywhere. However, in the Plaza de Santa María, the Storm Special Forces have gained the upper hand. The National Defense Guard has suffered heavy casualties. Many people have fled the square, and the Storm Special Forces are chasing them.

Von Palen, the core figure in the fight, was knocked unconscious in the fight, but Bormann successfully protected his safety. More than ten minutes ago, he took von Palen into the tank, and then went to the Royal Castle under the escort of the special forces.

At this moment, in the carriage, Bormann was still gasping for breath. Looking at von Palen who had not yet woken up, Bormann checked his body again carefully to confirm that he was not hit by a bullet.

After the inspection, Bowerman breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It worked... Your Majesty, it worked."

"Once all these traitors are executed, no one will be able to shake your rule."