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

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"Sit down." Dylan said to Dingle who walked into the tent.

The sun had set. During the day, the Yan army did not launch an attack on the pass. At this moment, Dingle, led by the soldiers, walked into Dylan's tent.

Dylan was the only one in the tent. He was sitting on a camp chair, opening a bottle and pouring wine into a glass.

Dingle picked up a chair beside him and sat down slowly, facing Dylan.

Two glasses of wine were poured. Dylan picked up one and handed it to Dingle. Dingle didn't say anything, but just waved his hand to refuse. Dylan held the glass and looked at Dingle.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Dylan drank the wine in the glass, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said:

"Based on their speed, the Yan people may launch an attack tonight."

Dinger held his chest with both hands, and almost curled up into a ball. He calmly replied: "They should attack the pass as soon as possible before the weather gets worse."

Dilan nodded slightly and continued, "The Yan people mainly relied on the combat teams in the mountains to seize our multiple strongholds. This time we cleared a lot of obstacles on both sides of the pass. It will not be so easy for them to attack us by this kind of flank attack again."

"However, during this period, the Yan people have already gained control of many areas, and their main force has entered the mountains and is attacking from the front. Their combat effectiveness is also very strong."

Dingle didn't say anything. He lowered his head and looked at the ground unfocused. He just coughed lightly and nodded.

Dilan picked up another glass of wine and suddenly asked, "What do you think is the probability that we can successfully defend the pass and repel the Yan people?"

After hearing this, Dingle looked up at Dylan.

Dylan's expression was extremely serious, and he just stared at him motionlessly with the glass of wine in his hand.

Dinger pulled his left hand out of his arms, rubbed his wrinkled forehead, and uttered a hoarse voice: "I don't know."

"Huh?" Dylan raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't hear clearly.

So Dingle moistened his throat, looked at Dylan and said word by word:

"Before the game started, I felt like I didn't even have a 10% chance of winning."

Dylan did not become angry after hearing such pessimistic words. He drank the wine in the glass and then suddenly laughed.

Dingle put his hands on his abdomen again and asked with a cold look: "Sir, do you think I'm telling a joke?"

Dylan lowered his head to pour the wine and said, "Why do I feel like you are joking?"

"In fact, I think the same as you."

"But don't tell anyone. This is a secret between us. Keep it secret." Dylan raised his head and winked at Dingle.

Dingle didn't expect him to say that. He was stunned for a moment and put down his hands that were holding his abdomen helplessly.

"Sir, you..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Dylan suddenly stood up.

"I have fought for so many years, I can't remember how many difficulties I have faced, but I have never encountered a situation like this."

"These Yan people are a bunch of monsters. All the impossible things happened to them. I used to think that our empire's army only lacked some combat effectiveness at sea. On land, especially within our borders, no foreign enemy could defeat us."

"Of course, this may seem a bit absolute, but it's not a big problem in the end. Even a strong country like Sari has a strong army. They may be able to win a few battles against us, but in the important battles, we will definitely be the final winner."

"Do you agree?" Dylan stood and looked at Dingle.

Dingle nodded without hesitation and said, "I agree, sir."

Dylan laughed at himself: "But the more I think about this, the more powerless I feel."

"Our proud army has reached the point where it has to fight the enemy to the death. This is something we have to do given our huge military strength."

"What a horrible bunch of guys."

Hearing this, Dingle lowered his head and sighed softly: "Yes."

At this time, Dylan walked to the door of the tent, gently opened a corner, and after confirming that there were no soldiers nearby, he turned around and said:

"Tell me something you don't know."

Dingle was stunned when he heard this and turned to look at Dylan.

"In a short period of time, no... considering the urgency of this war, it can no longer be considered a short period of time."

"To be more specific, in the next one or two months, the only reinforcements we can mobilize are most likely Saski's Fifth Army and the First Army led by Marshal Wolfgang in Salvia."

"The other three armies are currently being held up by the situation in the southeast region. If we want to immediately withdraw them from there without paying attention to that place, there won't be enough time for the orders to be issued back and forth." Dylan walked up to Dingle and said so.

"How could this happen?" Dingle frowned.

Dilan patted his shoulder and said, "Because our rule has not yet stabilized, one war after another has left us too little time to govern the country. The remnants of the restoration party in the countries we conquered in the past are still hiding in the shadow of the empire, and the Kosovo rebels, taking advantage of the continuous defeats on the front line in the current war, are inciting the people to say that it was the emperor's overseas colonization plan that attracted the Yan people and brought disaster to the people of this land."

"This war will completely destroy our country. The Federation will disintegrate and collapse in the hands of the Emperor, and even become worse than before."

Hearing this, Dingle's face froze.

"What a ridiculous statement." Dylan sneered and continued:

"But there are still some idiots who believe it. Don't these shameless guys think about what kind of life we ​​lived more than a decade ago?"

"Without the guidance of the Great Emperor, would they still be living in spacious houses and saying such shameless words with full stomachs today?"

"Without these wars, without the sacrifices and dedication of countless people, where would our country be? Where would our nation be? Would we be eating leftovers like animals and barely surviving?"

At this point, Dylan suddenly raised his fist and said angrily with gritted teeth:

"They blame the emperor for bringing disaster, but they don't think about the fact that it was the emperor who made us live like human beings, not lowly beasts!"

"Even if time goes back to thirteen years ago, I! Dylan Schaefer will still support this man to become our emperor!"

"He made me go from being a shepherd with no sheep to owning a house, food, a family, and now rights and, most importantly, dignity!"

As these words fell, Dylan's expression gradually calmed down. He slowly walked to the chair and sat down, facing Dingle again, and asked in a calm voice:

"Do you agree with me, young man?"

"Will you stand firm and support our Majesty and always support his every decision?"

Dingle, sitting in the chair, still had a stiff expression. He could no longer feel the itch in his throat. He didn't even dare to make eye contact with Dylan.

A full minute passed and Dingle still didn't speak.

Dylan, however, remained calm, looked at him and said, "It seems you have already given the answer."