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

"It's really hard to imagine, but on the bright side, it was a wise choice for us to give up fighting with them in the mountains. If we hadn't changed our tactics, the people standing here would be the Yan people." Beside Kyle, Dylan said with a serious face.

Different from the state he showed when he talked with Dingle in the tent three hours ago, at this moment, Dylan had swept away the decadent look, and his eyes showed great determination, which was exactly the opposite of Kyle beside him.

The pressure brought by the enemy now has made Kyle a little panicked. He had thought that the enemy would mobilize a large number of troops when attacking the pass, but when the enemy really showed their ferocious claws and displayed all their strength in front of him, he realized that he had still underestimated the enemy.

"How many people are there? I think just based on what we see now, there might be..." Kyle wiped the sweat from his temples and said nervously.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dylan's roar:

"Be prepared for battle! The enemy is about to enter our position! The main roads, flanks, and every path leading here must all be guarded to the death! Never allow them to break through the defense line!"

"Let them become corpses! Fill our lines!"

"For our great empire! For our glory! For the Emperor!"

"We must fight them to the end, even if it means sacrificing our lives!"

"fighting!"

Led by Dylan, starting with the area where they were, all the soldiers, whether they were worried, frightened, or terrified, were ignited with a strong desire to fight.

Just as Dylan said, this is for the great empire, this is for their respective glory, and this is for Emperor von Paalen.

Therefore, even if it costs their lives, they will fight to the end.

At this moment, all emotions unrelated to fighting were abandoned and forgotten. Twelve years of marching, countless wars, and the bold words spoken by His Majesty the Emperor in Saint-Marie Square filled the minds of the roaring soldiers and unified their thinking.

"fighting!"

"fighting!"

"fighting!"

The passion is burning, the blood is boiling, the old and young, from all over the world, with different experiences, but all caught up in the fanaticism of the Golts, let the sound of "battle" resound in Enzos.

Unlike the passionate and enthusiastic Gothic army, the Yan army, which was advancing steadily, did not show much reaction after hearing the roar of the enemy.

The wheels just rolled over the ground, the steel cannons made crisp metal collision sounds, the war horses buried their heads and spewed out bursts of white air, the torches kept shaking in the strong wind, and the Yan soldiers running forward in the mountains had cold faces, carrying guns and field light artillery, crossing all kinds of rugged terrains, and rushing towards the goal of this battle.

As one side roared and the other side advanced in silence, the weather, which had started to cool down since yesterday, finally reached freezing point in the middle of the night.

The fierce wind swept across the mountains, and snowflakes as thin as cicada wings floated down in the silvery moonlight.

"boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The falling snow was like a signal for the start of the battle. Light mortars whizzed out of the bore tubes, and the Yan soldiers and flanks took the lead in launching the attack.

The sound of explosions replaced the passionate roars of a moment ago. On the flank of the pass, the Gothic soldiers not only cleared the trees, but also built a number of fortifications on the hillside near the pass. They were hastily built with tree trunks and rocks, and even underneath them, they dug some trenches in a race against time just to deal with the falling shells.

And now, the Yan soldiers who launched the bombardment from the bottom up were attacking these strongholds. Thanks to the longer range, the Golts were unable to counterattack with artillery for a while. They could only withstand the bombardment and fire artillery shells after the Yan army continued to advance.

But at this time, everyone was under tremendous pressure. Shells fell one after another, almost without a moment's pause. The exposed soil on the slope began to become riddled with holes, and the vibrations of the ground were even transmitted to the top.

The constructed fortifications were also shaking, and the Gothic soldiers hiding behind them were breathing more and more rapidly, fearing that the fortifications would collapse. Before they knew it, thick smoke began to spread over the battlefield, making it difficult for the Gothic soldiers on lookout to see clearly in the dim night.

On the main road leading to the pass, the main force of the Yan Army was still far away from the pass, and they did not speed up their march. In fact, they had no intention of attacking the pass, because before gaining the flank advantage, if they rushed straight through the main road, even if they were carrying heavy artillery, it would be difficult to play a role due to the huge difference in terrain, and they might even be killed in large numbers by the Goltish army on high ground.

Therefore, the flank troops must gain a certain degree of advantage, in other words, put enough pressure on the Goltish defense line, and now, the flank troops are doing just that.

Relying on the abundant reserves of artillery shells, the Yanbing artillerymen continuously fired shells, each time shooting at the longest distance.

As the bombardment continued, some troops began to advance gradually. During the advance, other troops provided long-range fire cover. After the front troops advanced a distance, they immediately lay down on the spot and began to prepare for the bombardment. When they launched the bombardment, the rear troops would continue to advance in a cross-direction.

Although there was artillery cover, the flank area was too wide and the Golts had made a lot of defensive deployments for this purpose. As they gradually approached, the Golts launched a counterattack under the artillery fire.

"Bang bang bang!"

Solid shells were fired down from above, fast and fiercely, causing considerable casualties to the advancing Yan army and making the advance extremely difficult.

There were too few shelters to hide in. Even if the Yan soldiers advanced a few dozen meters, they would suffer the death of several combat teams. But even with heavy casualties, there were still troops coming to support them from the rear.

This scene was also visible to Dylan at the pass. Although the enemy had not yet broken through the defense lines set up by his side, the strong will of the enemy to fight had made him worried. If it continued, they would pose a huge threat to the pass in a few hours.

At the same time, a large amount of artillery shells were being consumed in the defense line deployed by their side. Previously, Kyle handed over the artillery battalion to Werli, but Werli and his army were defeated by the Yan people, causing their side to lose a large amount of ammunition. Although the ammunition is still enough now, according to the intensity of the battle, the artillery shell reserves will be exhausted in less than a day.

Thinking of this, Dylan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If Saski's troops could arrive at Enzos on time, then he wouldn't have to plan to die together in tonight's battle.

But now, this is the last resort. Even if all the soldiers are killed, this battle must be fought to the end.

And in the end...

Dylan raised his head and looked towards the dark and deep peak...