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

The howling wind outside was like someone roaring, and the tent was whistling as if it would be blown away in the next second. The flame in the oil lamp also began to sway, as if it would be extinguished by just a stronger gust of wind. At this moment, the tent with only two people seemed exceptionally quiet.

Faced with the silent Dingle, Dylan did not ask further questions, but picked up the wine glass and drank it all. He then picked up the bottle and gently shook the half of the wine left in the bottle.

The reddish-brown Puqu wine was shaking in the bottle. The unfiltered fruit fluff mixed with the wine and swirled into fine foam. Dylan gradually stopped shaking and stared blankly at the bottle.

In the still wine in the bottle, the foam has begun to slowly collapse, burst, and melt, and the fruit fluff has begun to fall, sink to the bottom, and settle.

"Looking back over the past twelve years, I believe it was these wars that brought us the dawn and made us the great country we are today."

"I am proud of my compatriots who sacrificed on the battlefield. They died with honor, and I believe their will will live on." Dylan muttered to himself, but the expression on his face gradually became depressed, sad, and confused.

"But I no longer have the same unwavering expectations for the future of the empire as I did in the past."

At this point, Dylan shifted his gaze from the bottle to Dingle's downcast face and continued:

"I must admit that it was this war, this war that lasted only for more than a month, that made me waver. From the loss of the Star Islands to the demise of the navy, all the way to today, now, the entire province of Sunham has been basically occupied. If the pass falls, the Yan people will occupy the entire western border of the empire."

"As the supreme commander of the Sixth Army, I probably shouldn't say this, but I do... feel powerless..."

"I even think it's impossible for us to defeat the Yan people. Ten days ago, the Fourth Army was completely defeated, and even Brewster died in Heinrich. I never thought that Brewster, this bastard, would die in his base because of dragging the enemy. This is not the Brewster I know."

"And today, the Sixth Army, which I am so proud of, and its sharpest mountain infantry divisions have also suffered heavy casualties. Several divisions have been lost in the familiar Enzo Mountains. The same thing seems to be happening again, but it hasn't reached the final step yet."

"But I guess it's pretty quick, isn't it?"

After listening to Dylan's words, Dinggel finally let out a long sigh. A few days ago, he realized that this battle in the Enzos Mountains was no longer a counterattack launched by taking advantage of the terrain, but a last resort of defense.

He even pessimistically believed that when the day the Yan people led their army out of Enzos, the defeat of the empire was inevitable and it was only a matter of time.

And now, Dylan's words let Dingle know that this was not just his pessimistic idea. Even this powerful army general had realized the seriousness of the crisis.

Now, not only are there powerful enemies outside, but there is also turmoil within the empire. Under such circumstances, the longer this war lasts, the more difficult it will be to clean up the mess in the end.

Thinking of this, Dinger said, "As you said, sir, whether we can repel the Yan people at the pass is our last chance."

"If it fails, just as you said, and then, I...I don't know..." Dingle shook his head and swallowed the rest of the words with a feeling of sadness.

Dylan looked at Dingle with deep eyes and said, "Not everyone can judge how bad our situation is."

"And that's why I called you here."

"Dingle, what do you think we should do now to save our country?"

The question was thrown to Dingle, but it was undoubtedly a question that was difficult for anyone to answer, except Dingle.

Many days ago, before the Yan army attacked the military base, when he and Harris followed Willy to Enzos to deploy defenses, he already had a vague answer in his mind from the conversation with Willy in the stone house.

Afterwards, the successive defeats in battles and the deaths of batches of soldiers made the answer increasingly clear, and eventually it became a thorn in the heart, an unspeakable word.

But now, Dylan asked from the bottom of his heart, and Dingle knew that he had to speak honestly about his thoughts.

He took a deep breath, looked at Dylan, who had a calm expression, and said:

"In the past twelve years, under the leadership of the Great Emperor, our Golt Empire has gradually risen through one battle after another and has become today's Delta Federation. This is undoubtedly a remarkable achievement. During this period, countless brave warriors paid the price of their lives for this, but I think it is definitely worth it."

Dylan held the bottle in his hand and nodded slightly.

Dingle went on to say:

"But sir, this ongoing war, is it making our country continue to rise, or is it falling into the abyss?"

"I think...by today, each of us should have gotten some answers in our hearts."

At this point, Dylan suddenly asked, "Are you from Kosovo?"

Dingle shook his head: "How could that be, sir? I am an innocent Goth, there is not even any mixed-blood in my family." He smiled self-deprecatingly.

"But what you are saying now sounds a lot like those Kosovo rebels." Dylan glared, but there was no anger on his face.

"Maybe, but I think there is a big difference, because I will never blame the emperor. He is a great man who saved our country."

"It's just that the things that once led our country to the light have begun to bite us back today. If this is really a mistake, then it is definitely not the fault of the emperor..."

"This is a mistake that all of us have to take responsibility for." Dingle's expression began to become solemn, and so did Dylan.

"The war continues, and every part of our land is in flames, and it's not the same anymore."

Hearing this, Dylan stroked his face with one hand and continued, "Yeah, it's different than before."

“Before, we had nothing, and as long as we fought and struggled, we could get what we had back, but now, we are gradually losing it.”

"Even...haha...like what those Kosovo rebels said, it has regressed to a level worse than before."

Dingle said calmly: "We have to stop the war and put an end to this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tent door was suddenly blown open by the wind, and a strong wind blew into the tent. The flame of the oil lamp hissed, and Dylan said at this time:

"But now, do we have the right to end the war?"

"No." Dingle replied with a gloomy look in his eyes, and the flame of the oil lamp went out at this time.