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

As he finished speaking, the soldiers who were busy with their work in the cave turned their heads and looked at him at the same time, and each of their faces seemed to be covered with a layer of dark clouds.

Harris ignored it and continued, "Once the explosives are delivered, we must immediately move to place them in the original places."

As he was talking, he suddenly sighed: "It will be troublesome if it snows..."

"Do you think it will snow?" he asked, looking at the soldiers.

The soldiers finally came to their senses from their contemplation. One of them stammered, "Who knows, it might snow. It's very cold today."

The fire burned more vigorously after adding dry wood. In the flickering flames, the soldier next to Harris suddenly whispered, "Sir, you have to go down tomorrow."

Harris frowned slightly: "Why are you still saying this?"

"This is General Dilan's order, sir. He specifically told me before I came up here."

"Just leave it to us." The soldier lowered his eyes and his voice became softer.

Hearing this, Harris slowly stood up, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and said as he walked out, "There are a lot of people down there. One more or one less won't make a difference."

"I'm worried if I leave you here alone. What if something goes wrong? Let's do this."

"But... this is disobeying military orders..." The soldier turned his head and looked at Harris who was walking out.

Harris did not answer this question. He had already walked out of the cave. The cold wind was whistling in the air, making his face hurt like a knife. He looked around, and his gaze spread from the mountains to farther places.

The vast Bocamia Plain appeared before our eyes. If it were spring, it would be lush green, but in this deep winter, all we could see was gray, just like the sky today.

Harris took a deep breath, but the cold wind that rushed into his chest stimulated him to cough repeatedly. A soldier came up behind him while he was coughing. He hesitated and said:

"Sir... do you... have anything to bring down? We probably won't be going down the mountain again in the short term."

Ten seconds later, Harris, who gradually stopped coughing, gasped, slowly straightened up, and said, "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, a complicated expression appeared on the soldier's face. He asked carefully, "Sir? You may as well..."

Before he finished speaking, Harris raised his hand to interrupt: "No."

The soldier stared at Harris' profile. His expression was solemn and resolute, and everything was written on his face.

"Okay, sir, we all..." The soldier was halfway through his sentence, but he swallowed the second half and changed his words: "Sir, I'll go back first. It's windy outside, please don't go near the cliff."

"Do I need you to remind me, kid?" Harris turned his head and glared at him.

The soldier smiled bitterly, scratched his head, turned and entered the shelter, but Harris slowly walked to the edge of the cliff.

Strong gusts of wind blew him left and right, and the steep terrain made the ground uneven. He carefully climbed over the rocks and gradually approached the cliff.

Then, he slowly squatted down, then lay on his side on the ground, slowly unbuttoned a button of his military uniform, reached into his arms and took out a few slices of dried meat from the lining pocket.

It was not until a few minutes later that he finally took out the dried meat with great difficulty and slowly climbed to the edge of the cliff.

He threw the dried meat down the cliff, where there was a bird's nest in a groove between the rock walls.

Two pieces of the dried meat were blown away by the wind, but three pieces still fell into the bird's nest. However, the two baby birds in the nest just kept chirping after being frightened and did not approach the dried meat at all.

Harris watched quietly without making any noise to disturb them. After several minutes, the two young birds finally approached the jerky and began to peck at it with their already sharp beaks.

Harris pursed his lips and smiled rarely, but soon, the two young birds, whose wings were already full, suddenly began to fight. As the fight became more intense, their chirping became more and more shrill.

"Damn it!" Harris exclaimed suddenly.

However, a young bird was kicked away by another bird during the fight, and fell out of the nest and fell towards the rocks and valleys. If it fell to the ground, it would surely be smashed to pieces.

Harris was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but shout, "Fly quickly!"

The wings of both birds were quite full, and their feet were sharp and hook-like. If they flapped their wings and flew, Harris believed that they would have been able to find food on their own long ago.

At this moment, shrill cries echoed in the air. The bird that was kicked off the nest was still falling, and the one in the nest was holding the dried meat in its mouth and swallowing it. The dried meat was too big for it to swallow at all, and it had no way to tear it apart in a short time. It could only anxiously tilt its long neck back and swallow it.

Harris had no time to look at it. He clenched his fists, stared at the bottom, and kept shouting anxiously:

"Fly quickly, bastard! Don't you have wings?"

At this moment, a high-pitched and clear eagle cry suddenly came, and its long tone even covered the sound of the wind, as if it was ringing in Harris' ears.

Harris looked up and saw an adult Gothic eagle circling in the sky.

Ten or so seconds later, Harris leaned back and lay on the ground. The Goltese eagle was still circling in the sky, but it was tending to descend. The young bird that fell out of the nest never flew up again.

Harris sighed and slowly sat up from the ground. When he turned his head, he saw a dark shadow passing by. He quickly fell to the ground and looked down.

However, the scene he saw disappointed him greatly. Another adult Goltky eagle had fallen into the nest with a dead mouse that he could not recognize. The one in the sky was already circling at a low altitude. It was obvious that they were the parents of the pair of young birds.

But now, there is only one orphan chick left.

However, the orphan chick was already pecking at the dead body of the rat. In just a dozen seconds, it had already ripped the corpse open and was swallowing the flesh and blood inside. It seemed that the fresh flesh and blood was more delicious than the dried meat sent by humans.

"Golt's Eagles, why would they need me to interfere with their survival? The strong survive and the weak die. This is a natural choice."

"I did something unnecessary and ended up killing one....Alas." Harris muttered dejectedly, stood up and walked towards the shelter.

At this time, a soldier standing outside the shelter shouted loudly: "Sir, the people sent by General Dylan have set off ahead of time, and someone has already come up with some explosives!"

Harris, who was climbing over the rocks, gasped and replied:

"Okay, the sooner the better, the more the better. When we really have to use them, we'll kill those bastards!"