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

"Drive! Drive!"

Accompanied by low roars, on the mountain road leading down from the pass, more than a dozen Goltish cavalrymen holding torches rode along the road.

It was the end of the month. Amid the howling wind, the moon in the dark night sky was exceptionally full and round, and its shape seemed to be larger than on other days. Although there were dark clouds floating, at this moment, the full moon was exceptionally clear and bright.

Among the cavalry, Dingle pursed his lips tightly, his heart was in turmoil, his thoughts were in a mess, and the two letters in his arms seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, attracting his attention all the time.

He still remembered clearly what Dylan had said before leaving, but as he was carrying a secret, how could he not have wild thoughts? After a long ideological struggle, he finally decided to disobey Dylan's orders and open the letter to see what it said.

"Uu——"

He tightened the reins slightly, raised his head and said to the soldiers in front of him: "Don't ride so fast. It will be troublesome if the horse's hoof is injured."

"Yes, sir." The signalman immediately agreed and slowed down.

Dingle reached into his arms and took out a letter. It was a secret letter to the emperor. In the faint moonlight, Dingle looked carefully at the seal of the secret letter, but was suddenly stunned after seeing it clearly.

The seal was not glued with oil clay, but a gap was cut out for sealing. In short, this was a letter that was not sealed with any confidentiality measures.

"This... General Dylan has already guessed it..." Dingle murmured unconsciously, and for a moment he didn't dare to open the letter.

But after hesitating for a moment, he made up his mind and gently opened the letter.

As Dingle read the contents of the letters one by one, his pupils began to shrink and the hand holding the letter began to tremble.

"Sir?" At this time, the soldier who was riding in front noticed that there was no sound of horse hooves behind him. He turned around and saw Dingle stopped and read a letter in his hand.

The soldiers did not feel anything unusual about his action, because the order they received was only to escort Dingle to Salivia.

After asking, Dingle did not respond, so the soldiers had to stop their horses and wait for him to set off again on the road.

It was not until more than ten minutes later that Dingle tremblingly put the letter back into the envelope.

"General Dylan, as expected, you still... have the same idea as me, but the emperor..." Dinger had a complicated expression on his face. He sighed deeply, stuffed the letter into his arms, and then reached for the letter given to him.

Just as he was about to take it out, suddenly, a sharp whistle came from above his head. Dingle's wrist shook and he quickly turned his head to look behind him.

"Woo!"

Sharp warning signals were coming from the location of the pass. It was obvious that the enemy had been discovered at the pass.

"Commander! We have to go!" The cavalrymen's faces suddenly changed and they began to urge hurriedly.

Dinger frowned and stuffed the letter back. "General Dylan, I hope you can successfully intercept the Yan people in Enzos!" After muttering to himself, he shouted:

"go!"

The soldiers kicked their horses in the belly and started shouting:

"Drive! Drive!"

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"Drive! Drive!"

At the same time, amid waves of shouts, the soldiers from Yan were whipping their horses and urging them forward.

War horses were pulling artillery carts along the Cornflower Avenue towards the pass, with a large number of infantry behind them and cavalry holding torches on both sides of the road. Although the full moon was high in the sky tonight, the view was not particularly clear.

As for lighting torches at night, it is no longer considered to expose the whereabouts, because the area defended by the enemy is already on the table. It is an area that must be attacked. If you want to get out of Enzos, you must seize the pass.

For tonight's battle, Qin Ze did not follow the army, but stayed in the camp to command the battle.

Since the past two days, the Golts have been continuously shrinking their defense network and withdrawing their troops to the vicinity of the pass. During the reconnaissance during the day today, Qin Ze learned that the Golts had cleared most of the forest below the pass. They had almost cut down all the trees that could be used for hiding within a two-kilometer radius. Although there were still some rocks that could be used as shelters, each shelter was far apart and not easy to be used by their side.

The Goths' defensive measures did make Qin Ze feel difficult. In the past few battles, their successive victories were basically achieved by relying on flank attacks. But now the Goths have realized that they cannot expose their flanks, and they have directly cleared the flank obstacles. It goes without saying that their long-range firepower line must be set up above the cleared area.

For this reason, this attack on the pass requires a large number of troops. Fortunately, Qin Ze has already made preparations. In addition to the troops now marching along the main road, the battle groups on both wings of the main road are also attacking the pass from left and right.

But unlike before, this time the attack from the flank would be exposed to the Goths' field of vision and would inevitably be met with their strong counterattack. However, due to the current terrain, this was the only way.

At this moment, in the camp, Qin Ze stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the direction of the pass. It was now bright there. It was obvious that the Golts had already played their cards and were waiting for their attack.

Although there is no way of knowing how many Gothic troops there are now, Qin Ze thinks that there must be many, otherwise they would not have made such a big move.

"The deployment on the front and flanks is so tight, I wonder if you have paid attention to your backs..." Qin Ze narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

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same moment.

The alarm on the pass continued to sound. Although it was a cold night, the palms of the Gothic soldiers on duty in various places were covered with sweat.

Although the defensive measures had been arranged very well, when the soldiers saw the enemy they were waiting for really coming here, they couldn't help feeling nervous and even panicked.

What came into view was the iron army advancing along the Cornflower Avenue. The winding road was full of flames. Because the distance was still far away, from a high vantage point it even looked like a venomous snake covered in flames swimming in the rugged mountains, and its fangs, that is, the heavy artillery vehicles, were getting closer and closer to the pass.

And now there is more than just the pressure of a fire snake. Between the mountains on both sides of the road, the whole mountain is filled with flickering flames, just like breaking into a dense jungle on a summer night and startling a group of fireflies. But now, that is the enemy's combat team deployed in the mountains. It was not until this moment that the soldiers discovered with horror that the enemy had sent so many people in the mountains and forests. It was like an unrealistic nightmare.

"It's really hard to believe, these bastards are simply... simply..." Kyle, who had his arms crossed over his chest on a high rock platform, unconsciously lowered his arms after seeing more and more Flame Soldiers appearing in his sight. His throat began to roll and sweat oozed from his back.

He shivered uncontrollably when the cold wind blew.