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

When Huffman finished speaking, Dingle had almost memorized this important information and continued:

"Okay, I'll make a note of it. I'll arrange for someone to look for clues when I get back."

"It shouldn't take long to find her family."

After the words fell, Huffman and Poker nodded, and then Huffman lowered his eyes and sighed:

"I hope we can find her family. I'm worried...she has no relatives anymore. This war has killed too many people..."

Before he finished speaking, Poker interrupted, "Come on, Huffman, stop saying such discouraging things."

"We must remain optimistic and believe that good things will happen, which will lead to a good outcome."

"Perhaps her family is looking for her in various hospitals. With the colonel's help, maybe we can find her tomorrow."

Dingle nodded slightly, but Huffman hung his head, looking unhappy.

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming depressed, Poker changed the subject and asked Dingle:

"Colonel, you came to see us so late, you wouldn't just want to chat with us, right? You should be very busy with your work now."

Dinger glanced at Huffman, then turned to Bocker and said, "Tomorrow morning, the Yan people will leave Salivia. I will go with them until they go out to sea."

When these words came out, Poker was surprised and happy: "Oh my God, they are really leaving?"

Dinger reached into his bosom and took something out while saying, "Of course, not only the Yan people in Salivia will leave, their troops stationed in other places will also be evacuated."

"Not a single soldier will be left on our borders."

Hearing this, Poker's eyes were full of joy, and he was so excited that he even spoke incoherently: "Great, these guys..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and nudged Huffman, who still had his head bowed.

Huffman's face was still gloomy, but he said calmly: "This is a good thing."

As he was speaking, a tin cigarette box was handed to Huffman. He looked up in surprise and saw Dingle with a faint smile on his face.

"I think you need this."

Dingle took out two tin cigarette boxes and handed them to Poker, then said, "One for you, and one for Smeder."

"I won't go to the hospital to visit him, and don't worry about the girl. I will ask someone else to look for her. I will definitely find her family."

"As for whether she can recover, as you said, stay optimistic, good things will happen."

"Thank you, Colonel." Huffman and Pocker thanked him in unison.

Just as Poker was about to open the cigarette box, Dingle opened the remaining cigarette box in his hand, took out two cigarettes and handed them over:

"Suck me."

The two did not refuse. Pocker took the cigarette and lit it. Just as he was about to pass it to Dingle, Dingle had already lit the cigarette and put it in his lips.

"hiss--"

The next moment, the three of them took a puff of cigarette at the same time. Dinger slowly blew out a smoke ring, but turned his head to look at Huffman, who still looked gloomy, and said:

"Last time you told me, where is your hometown?"

Hearing Dingle's question, Pocker on the side was stunned, not understanding why Dingle would ask this question at this time.

Did he forget what Huffman said last time, that his hometown was in Colónso, which was the first area to fall, and the flames of war had already spread from there, which was also the reason why Huffman was in a bad mood. Although the war was over, his family must have died in the flames of war...

At this moment, Huffman slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette, squinted his eyes, and said with a surprisingly calm expression:

"In Colonzo, Colonel."

"Next to..."

However, before he finished speaking, Dingle continued, "It is next to the Meteor River, and there are many willow trees by the river. There is your family's farmland there. Your father reclaimed a small piece of land to grow tobacco, which is only for private use and not for sale."

Huffman turned to look at Dingle and smiled helplessly: "So you remember it very clearly."

"Of course, my memory has always been good." Dingle said lightly.

Huffman did not respond, but just kept smoking silently, and Bocker was also silent.

The next moment, Dingle suddenly slapped Huffman on the shoulder. Huffman turned his head and looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong? Colonel."

"Since the Yan army entered our territory, they have been marching along the national highway. We fought several battles with them along the way, but we didn't win any of them. This allowed them to cross the province of Suenham. They fought a battle with us in Enzos, but after they came out, they still didn't change their route and continued to march along that national highway."

"So they went through the province of Bocamia and came here."

"Do you know why?" Dingle asked.

Huffman shook his head helplessly. He was in no mood to think about these things. However, Poker said:

"This is the shortest route. They are too strong. We can't stop them at all. But now talking about this... Sigh."

He took another deep breath filled with distress and even coughed due to the choking.

Dingle nodded slightly: "That's what happened."

"But there's another reason."

Huffman still had his head down, smoking his cigarette, and asked casually, "What's the reason?"

"They don't want to spread the war to more places, and the strength of their army gives them the confidence to continue along this path. Now it seems that they have done everything they can."

Huffman shook his wrist, the cigarette ash fell to the ground, and he suddenly realized something.

Dingle stood up slowly and continued:

"Except for the battles they fought with us, their army did not kill in any of the towns they passed through."

"As for the towns we didn't pass through, they didn't even send troops there. The Emperor of Yan even showed me the route map he planned after entering the country."

"I don't think he would lie to me at this time. In fact, I even feel that he is a very honest person. I don't need to tell you about the military discipline of the Yan people. We have all seen it."

At this point, Dingle took a puff of cigarette and looked at Huffman, who still had his head lowered:

"Colonso is not on their marching route. I think your family should be waiting for your return."

"I am going out of town with them tomorrow, and I think you could come with me if you like."

"On the way home."

After that, he turned his head and looked at Poker. Just as he was about to speak, Poker said, "Colonel, I went to the military headquarters two days ago. There is unrest in the eastern region. I have requested to be transferred there. My home is there. I will leave the day after tomorrow."

Dingle nodded slowly: "Okay."

Then he looked down at Huffman again: "Have you made up your mind? Are you going back alone, or with me?"

Huffman, who was sitting in the chair, began to tremble all over, and he was not even aware that the cigarette in his hand had fallen to the ground. He bent down, covered his face with his hands, and curled up. Then bursts of sobs were heard, and tears overflowed from between his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

"Thanks...."

"Thank you for telling me... the news."

"You're welcome. I'm just a messenger." Dinger patted Huffman on the shoulder and continued:

"As I said before, stay optimistic, even bad things can have a good outcome."

"If you want to go with me tomorrow, wait for me at the city gate before nine o'clock."

He said no more, put out the cigarette in his hand, turned around and walked towards the carriage waiting on the roadside, and said without looking back:

"It's getting late, let's just stop here."

"If you come to see me in Salivia in the future, there is my family crest on the cigarette box, just bring it with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pocker quickly stood up, and Huffman also stood up tremblingly, but kept wiping his tears.

Dingle had already boarded the carriage: "Back to the Royal Castle."

"Okay!" the driver agreed happily. It was not yet nine o'clock in the evening.

The driver whipped his whip, and before the horse even dismounted, it whinnied and started away.

Poker, who was standing by the road, waved his arms at the departing carriage, smiling and shouting:

"Goodbye, Colonel."

“I wish you a smooth journey ahead!”

Huffman, wiping away tears, gave the same blessing as last time:

"May the goddess Saint Marlene bless the colonel and our country..."

The carriage moved slowly, and from the opened curtains came a voice that was gradually fading away:

"I look forward to the day we meet again. It will definitely be better than now."