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

Three o'clock in the morning.

The fierce artillery fire that lasted all night gradually became weaker. Goltish signalmen from the west, north and south rushed back to their headquarters and brought Dylan the most accurate battlefield information at the moment.

"Sir, the enemy troops just below the pass have stopped shelling, but they haven't retreated!"

"Sir, the enemy in the southern battlefield has slowed down its artillery fire, and the enemy soldiers near our front line are hiding in the ruins of our fortifications."

"It's the same here, but the situation is not good at the moment. We are running out of ammunition. General Mark asked the logistics department to replenish the ammunition as soon as possible!"

As news continued to arrive, Dylan felt slightly relieved.

Although the ammunition was consumed dramatically and the number of soldiers killed was rising in the fierce fighting that night, at least the three lines of defense are still solid. The Yan people bombarded like crazy and fought for such a long time, but they still failed to rush to the pass.

Now, among their three armies, one has stopped attacking, and the other two have also slowed down their offensive. This is definitely good news for them.

Dylan wiped the sweat from his forehead and ordered, "Okay, hurry up and have the logistics troops deliver supplies to the front line as soon as possible."

"And at the front, let the wounded retreat, and the reserve troops take over to hold the position."

"in addition......"

Orders were issued one after another, and the messengers left in a hurry. Shortly after they left, Kyle, who was sent to the front checkpoint by Dylan, hurried back on horseback.

"Sir, the Yan country's artillery shells should be almost used up. This is a good opportunity for us!"

"Perhaps we can send more troops to the north and south fronts, launch a counterattack, and retake the lost positions." Kyle Zhensheng said when he came to Dylan.

Dylan immediately rejected the idea and said, "No, we can't counterattack now."

Being rejected so decisively, Kyle raised his eyebrows and said, "Sir, this is an opportunity."

"The Yan country is halfway up the slope, and they don't have many shelters to hide in. Although there are currently many casualties on the front line, I still have a lot of troops here. Send some out to support us and take back the positions we lost. The next counterattack by the Yan people will have to start from scratch, and they will have to pay a greater price in casualties."

As soon as Kyle finished speaking, an officer next to him echoed, "Although it is risky to retake the position at this time, it will also bring great benefits to our defense system."

"The Yan people have strong firepower, but for them, defeating the superior with the inferior means they can only fight with their lives. Now that they have slowed down their offensive, they definitely cannot keep up with the ammunition. I think they originally planned to force us to retreat with a fierce attack, but we did not evacuate, which made their plan fail."

"And now, I also think this is an opportunity. If everything goes well, we can make the Yan people's attack fail."

"Sir." He looked at Dylan with burning eyes, and Kyle felt the same. Although he was shocked by the intensity of the Yan people's attack at the beginning of the battle, the terrain advantage was indeed great enough. At least now they have not lost any important strongholds.

Although the artillery shell reserves are insufficient, as long as we recapture those positions and strike from high altitude, with more vision, the bullets can still kill the enemy.

"No, we can't counterattack." Despite the two's advice, Dylan still did not change the strategic plan he had originally set, and he remained firm in his attitude.

"Sir, this..." Kyle was really confused.

Dylan warned solemnly:

"Never underestimate our enemies, especially the Yan people. These bastards have not only demonstrated their strong military strength and advanced weapons, but also their cunning tactics in the battle that lasted for more than a month."

"They may be crazy on the battlefield. Every soldier is willing to fight to the death, but this does not mean that they have lost their minds. If we fight against them, we will lose miserably if we act radically."

"We just need to defend the areas that are still under our control. Unless they voluntarily withdraw, we will never take the initiative to seize the lost positions."

After saying this, the officer who agreed with Kyle said, "Yes, sir."

Kyle showed a hint of disappointment. He whispered, "Sir, based on my experience fighting in the mountains, this might be a good opportunity."

Dylan looked at him deeply and said, "Maybe, but we don't have the strength to counterattack right now."

"If Saski's troops were here today, we might try, but without them, we can't do anything risky."

"Okay, hurry back to your line. Although the Yan people did not continue to launch artillery fire from the front, I think it is because they have realized that we have placed all our forces at the pass."

"Next, they will most likely take a short break before launching a strong attack."

"And you, you must guard the pass that is most important to us! Even if we have to fight to the last soldier, you must not retreat even a single step!"

Kyle's expression tensed, and he immediately agreed, "Yes! Sir!"

Kyle immediately left in a hurry.

Just over twenty minutes later, the sound of artillery fire began to rang out again.

This made Dylan's heart, which had just been slightly relieved, rise again. A moment later, the signalman hurried back:

"Sir, the enemy has launched another attack from the north and south, but there is no sign of the enemy launching an attack from the front."

"Have the logistics supplies arrived?"

"It's almost done, sir," the communications soldier replied.

"That's good. Let's defend with all our strength. As long as they charge and enter our shooting range, just shoot them!" Dylan said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, the officer suddenly said with a guilty look on his face: "Sir... Fortunately, you..."

Dylan waved his hand and interrupted, "Okay, don't think too much, just do what you should do now. No matter what means the Yan people use, whether it's real or fake, sleight of hand, feint, or anything else, just hold your ground!"

"Yes, sir!"

It was just after four in the morning.

"Sir, the Yan people have stopped attacking again." The communications soldier who hurried back said urgently.

Dylan stroked his forehead with his hand and said with a slightly tired look, "Okay, I understand. Don't let your guard down. Replenish supplies where necessary, replace the wounded where necessary, and stay alert."

"Yes, sir!" The signalman hurried away.

"Sir, this time the Yan people only attacked for less than forty minutes and did not make any progress on the two wings. Now they have stopped the attack. What are they going to do?" asked an officer with a frown.

In this brief battle, the attack launched by the Yan people on both wings was much ado about nothing. Most of the time they just kept firing cannons, and there was no organized forceful advance as before. This behavior kept the soldiers defending on the front line nervous, and they dared not relax their tension for a moment.

"The logistics department sent the shells to the front line, so they started to attack again. But the duration was so short, so it was not entirely due to a lack of shells. It might also be a test to see where our defense is looser, so as to prepare for the next strong attack. However, this kind of attack should also make us numb and reduce our vigilance."

"I've seen this kind of method too many times." Dylan said at this time.

"So... you mean, they will most likely launch attacks intermittently like this next time?"

"It's very likely." Dylan said expressionlessly.

Four thirty-five in the morning.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of artillery fire rang out again, and it was even louder.

The signalman who came to report the news again said anxiously: "Sir, the Yan people's attack this time is more fierce than last time!"

Dylan rubbed his brows, his eyes already bloodshot: "Got it, defend with all your strength, never retreat!"

"Yes, sir." The signalman hurried away.

"Sir, you're right!" the officer next to him said immediately.

"Let's see how long their attack lasts this time. I think... I'm almost mastering their attack method..." Dylan straightened up with a gloomy expression.