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

At this moment, Wilkie was leading some soldiers and fighting and retreating from the southern battlefield. Although it was a evacuation, after the defense line collapsed, enemy soldiers had already come up and Wilkie had to lead his soldiers to fight with them.

There were still crude fortifications on the pass, and now Wilkie led his soldiers to use these bunkers to shoot at the Yan soldiers who were rushing up.

During the fierce battle, Wilkie grabbed a soldier and yelled at him: "We can't hold this place anymore, go get help!"

"Go to General Kyle and ask them to send reinforcements immediately!"

"Yes! Sir!" The soldier turned and ran.

In just a moment, a communications soldier rushed to Wilkie's side amidst the hail of bullets, holding his head and reporting a terrible news.

"Sir! Our northern defense line has been breached. General Mark's troops have suffered heavy casualties. The Yan Nation bastards are rushing into the pass from there!"

Upon hearing the news, Wilkie was shocked, and his already pale face turned bloodless. He shouted angrily, "When did it happen?!"

"Fifteen minutes ago! No, maybe even earlier, I...I can't..." The soldier was sweating profusely and stuttering in his anxiety.

"It's over..." Wilkie wailed in despair, but before he could react, he heard someone shouting anxiously not far away:

"There are shells!! Get down quickly!!!"

Wilkie's pupils shrank, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw several shining spots in the sky full of smoke, and he quickly lay down on the ground.

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"Boom boom boom!"

A series of explosions caused the ground to crack and the dust to fly. The soldiers lying on the ground had no time to rejoice that they had escaped the bombing before they heard urgent shouts coming from beside them.

"Quick! Fire! Fire!!"

"They are coming!!!"

The soldiers quickly climbed up from the ground, with mud falling off their bodies in large pieces. Just as they were preparing to fire, they were devastated to find that the artillery position was damaged in the previous bombardment. The rocks knocked the artillery to the ground and even crushed the gunner responsible for firing.

But there was no time to mourn the unfortunate gunner, as the enemy was approaching the pass from the main road.

"Quick! Put up the guns!"

Amidst the hasty shouts, the remaining soldiers hurriedly lifted the heavy artillery and re-set it up, some even stepped directly on the gunner's corpse to load the shells.

Finally, when everything was ready, the gun was aimed at the enemy column less than 700 meters away from the front line of defense of the pass, and a loud "fire" was heard.

With a loud "bang", the cannon exploded!

The soldiers were sent flying high in the violent explosion. The soldier who lit the fuse even had half of his body blown off. The internal organs thrown out of his chest were scattered all over the head and face of the officer who was shouting to fire not far away.

Thick black smoke filled the completely collapsed artillery position. Some of the soldiers affected by the explosion were lucky enough to go to heaven, while others still had to endure the severe pain in their broken bodies.

"Ahhhh!"

A wailing sound that was not like a human voice came out from the throat, but at such an urgent moment, no one would pay attention to their voices.

At the pass, Kyle, who was directing the battle, had an anxious look on his face. He had been exhausted by the wave after wave of attacks. Although he had effectively killed many enemy soldiers, they were still advancing towards the pass with their strong forces, and had occupied several good terrains and started artillery bombardment.

Just now, another front-line artillery position was blown down, which made Kyle feel more and more stressed. However, compared with the pressure that the front could still bear, what made Kyle more worried was the current situation on other battlefields.

He hurriedly took out his pocket watch to check the time. It was already 8:07 in the morning. More than an hour ago, he received a request for help from Mark on the northern front, saying that the enemy's offensive was fierce and reinforcements were urgently needed.

But at that time he had just withdrawn troops to defend against the enemy's attack from the rear, but the northern front was on the verge of being lost, so he had to withdraw some troops again to assist in the defense. However, when he received news about the northern front again, it was already lost.

But this was just bad news. Ten minutes ago, he received news that the southern front had fallen.

The combination of the two pieces of bad news almost made Kyle faint. Fortunately, the attack from the enemy in the rear did not pose a threat. Now it seemed that it was just harassment from the enemy.

But looking at the present situation, the loss of the northern and southern fronts seems to have a more terrible impact than the loss of one place in the rear.

Just like this moment.

"Commander! The enemy is attacking our left wing!" the communications soldier who was running over shouted anxiously.

Just now, due to the loss of the northern line, some enemy soldiers entered the pass. Although the number of enemy soldiers coming up was not too large, these people launched an attack directly towards the only front defense line that had not been lost. Although it was just harassment, it was by no means a small fight, but a huge threat.

"Don't let them kill us! Block their route!" Kyle screamed angrily.

"Sir! We are already doing this! But the enemy is increasing in number! If this continues..."

"Shut up! Stop saying that! Just do it!" Kyle interrupted angrily, so now he couldn't think of any way to deal with it.

Should we abandon the frontal defense and disperse our forces to the north and south lines to plug the gap? That is simply impossible. If the enemy breaks through from the main road, we will be completely finished.

"Shoot! Shoot! Kill them!!" Unable to resolve the issues on the North-South front, Kyle could only vent his anger on the enemy in front.

Just a few minutes later, another signalman came hurriedly reporting.

"Sir, our right wing was attacked by the enemy. General Dylan ordered that..." Kyle interrupted the signalman in despair before he finished speaking:

"What can I do?" he asked the communications soldier in despair.

The signalmen also had a look of despair on their faces. The sound of bullets was even gradually approaching here from the left and right. The defense line in front of the pass had not been lost, but now, they had become the ones being surrounded.

"What order did General Dylan give?" Kyle asked in a daze.

The signalman took a deep breath and said in despair: "We will not retreat. We will fight to the end until the last drop of blood is shed."

"Before that, try to...destroy as many enemies as possible."

"Okay... okay..." Kyle murmured in a low voice, but suddenly he roared:

"it is good!"

"Then do it!"

"Shoot all your bullets into the enemy's chest!"