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

The sky was covered with dark clouds, the wind was blowing strongly, and the bells echoed in the Plaza Santa María.

"Execution!"

At the command, the executioners simultaneously pulled out the wooden boards from under the feet of each prisoner.

While they were performing this action, Wolfgang, who was standing on the platform, could not stop shaking. Although he tried hard to restrain himself, even his teeth were chattering from trembling. His pale face had lost all its color, just like the white hair hidden under his hat.

In just a few days, Wolfgang's hair had turned completely white, and now, he closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look down again.

He couldn't bear to see the man die, especially in front of him.

There is no doubt that the man who was executed was a criminal who had committed a heinous crime that caused countless people to die in this war. The mistakes he made could not even be compensated in any way, and even hanging him a hundred or a thousand times would be justified.

But now that he is a criminal, who can deny what he has done for the country and the nation?

The cowardly and incompetent Frederick ceded land piece by piece and watched the entire nation linger under the brutal oppression of the Kosovars. It was that man who fired the first shot against the Kosovars.

He paid a heavy price for firing that shot. Not only did he go to jail, but his family also suffered bloody revenge from the Kosovars.

But if he had not fired that shot, then perhaps there would be no more resistance, and everyone would have become cowards, living in slavery day after day.

To this day, Wolfgang still has no regrets about rescuing von Paaren from prison.

If he had to do it all over again, he thought he would get von Palen out of prison.

But today's situation is not what Wolfgang wants to see. He never thought that one day he would be the one to order von Paalen's execution.

But it has to be done.

Moreover, this was even von Palen's initiative.

The man said this the night he walked out of the Royal Castle.

"If we can surrender smoothly and the Yan people are willing to end the war, then hang me in front of everyone in the Plaza de Santa María."

That night, von Palen said this calmly.

He could have been executed in secret or he could have taken his own life honorably, but he chose not to.

He stayed quietly in the prison, and every day thereafter, he waited for the moment when he would be hanged.

It was this action that caused Wolfgang to experience uncontrollable strong emotional fluctuations at this moment.

This man was a war-loving tyrant who used war to create a huge disaster and plunged the country into dire straits. But he was also a hero who stood up at the critical moment of the country's survival, liberated the nation, and saved the country.

He is a warrior with strong willpower and perseverance, but he is also a coward, he dares not face the cruel reality and lacks the courage to live.

And today, in the last moments of his life, Wolfgang believed that he was no longer a coward. He did not use death to escape anything, but chose to accept his fate calmly.

Putting everything aside, this man was still his closest comrade-in-arms. They had fought side by side in the hail of bullets, and had laughed and drank with each other after victory.

Looking back, the time I spent with this man was a difficult one, but at the same time, it was also an extraordinary one.

Now, this close comrade-in-arms has committed an unforgivable crime, but he himself has not committed any? As the Emperor of Yan said, this is a joint crime, and everyone is involved.

A strong sense of guilt and shame occupied Wolfgang's heart, as well as his complicated emotions towards von Paalen, which made him dare not look directly at von Paalen who was being executed.

Tears had blurred his vision under his tightly closed eyelids, but Wolfgang knew that he must not shed tears at this time.

But even though he closed his eyes, he could not stop the sounds of the execution from reaching his ears, a series of falling noises.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

A series of falling sounds suddenly rang in Wolfgang's ears, and the West Holy Bell of Light was still ringing.

Wolfang's already pale face began to turn blue visibly, and he seemed to be noose around the neck, making it difficult for him to breathe. He could only open his mouth wide like a drowning man, struggling to breathe in the air.

Finally, his lips trembled, and he cried out in his heart:

"Let's end it..."

'Please put an end to his suffering...'

People who are hanged will have their necks broken as they fall, and will lose consciousness within thirty seconds, but will not die completely until one or two minutes later. In the thirty seconds before losing consciousness, they will be able to clearly feel the pain.

This was the case with von Palen, who was hanging on the gallows at this moment.

As his body fell, his neck was broken, his face turned red, and his light blue eyes turned bloodshot. His hands were not tied, but he did not struggle. He was not shackled, but he did not kick around.

Because until this moment, he still has consciousness.

3 seconds, 4 seconds, 5 seconds...

Every second was so long, so long that at this moment, von Palen could even see fragments of memories flashing through his mind.

The hands of West's Holy Bell of Light are moving forward, but his time and memory are moving backward.

He recalled the night of February 9 when he walked out of the Royal Castle and talked with Wolfgang. That night he realized that living requires courage. He recalled that on February 7, Wolfgang came to him late at night. After Wolfgang left, he was angry and sad because he realized that Wolfgang might betray him. But Wolfgang was his most trusted comrade-in-arms. Why did this happen? He was confused.

7 seconds, 8 seconds, 9 seconds...

The reversal of time became faster and faster, and events began to flash through my mind at an accelerated pace.

Battle of Enzos...Heinrich's base was destroyed...Yan people landed in Foster Harbor...Grand celebration on New Year's Eve, bright fireworks all over the sky...

11 seconds, 12 seconds...

The time span of regression is getting longer and longer, and important nodes emerge one by one.

The dinner after the overseas colony plan was finalized, the laughter and joy, the strong vision for the future... The annihilation of the last resistance army of the Kingdom of Miaint, the unification of the Salisno continent, the high-spirited post-war speech... Rushing into the capital of the Kosovo Empire, burning the city, killing all the enemies, the joy after revenge and the subsequent gains and losses...

13 seconds, 14 seconds, his consciousness was on the verge of disappearing, von Palen's eyes rolled up, his hands and feet began to become uncontrollable, and he waved them around instinctively.

However, at this moment, his eyes gradually became moist.

Because his memory and time have gone back to his hometown of Franca seventeen years ago, to the day when the first shot was fired.

That evening, in the charming sunset, he returned to Franca with his triumphant men. The people waiting at the town entrance were cheering for him. Almost everyone came, and he saw his wife and two daughters in the crowd at a glance.

The eleven-year-old eldest daughter, Mia, was wearing a light blue dress. She excitedly waved her white arms at him. She smiled and pouted, with a proud expression as if she was announcing to her friends around her:

'Look, there's my father.'

And the seven-year-old little daughter, Marlene, with her blonde hair loose, wearing a tan dress and a colorful wreath on her head, was as happy as a lark spreading its wings and jumped into his arms.

She raised her red face, hugged his neck, put her face close to his ear and said childishly:

'Dad, you are the real hero. You did what no one else dared to do.'

Looking at his daughter's smile, he pricked her face with his stubble and said with a smile:

'yes? '

'Yes!'

The eldest daughter also rushed over, and the daughters answered in unison, laughing heartily.

He laughed too, and when he looked up, everyone had gathered around him. In the crowd, his wife, who hadn't even had time to take off her apron, was looking at him.

The wife still had that gentle smile on her face, but at that time she playfully bent over and waved her hand to make a "please" gesture, and said to him with a smile:

'Welcome home, my hero.'

The gorgeous sunset dyed the sky red, and the evening breeze was as gentle as a stream flowing slowly through the gaps between his fingers. He held his youngest daughter, Marlene, in one hand, and his eldest daughter, Mia, in the other, and walked towards home with his wife. The people following behind him were all laughing and cheering:

'Welcome home, our hero.'

'Welcome home, our hero.'

Hot tears overflowed from his eyes and slid across his purple face. Von Palen, who was hanging on the gallows, was already in tears.

He was still struggling instinctively, but he had lost all consciousness and only this illusion remained.

The hands of the Wester Holy Clock of Light are still moving forward, and everything is moving forward slowly in the long river of time. They will all usher in the next second, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and a brand new year....

And the time that belonged to von Palen had come to an end, completely over.

In other words, his time has forever stopped at the day seventeen years ago when Franca returned triumphantly and was surrounded by his wife and daughters.

On that day, he was still a pure hero.

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February 17th, the 13th year of the federal new calendar.

At 12:01:17 noon, Hadera X. von Paalen lost consciousness, and two and a half minutes later, his body stopped twisting.

At exactly 12:10, the executioners untied the ropes and began to examine the bodies of all the prisoners.

At 12:15 they reported:

"The sinner Hadera X. von Palen."

"Confirmed dead."