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

At ten o'clock in the morning, the latest front-line battle report was sent back to the Yan Army camp.

"Your Majesty, in addition to the north and south wings, the main force of our army has now rushed to the pass, and the enemy's defense lines have been completely defeated by our army!" said the communications soldier who had just returned to the camp.

Hearing this, Qin Ze, who was sitting in the chair, stroked his forehead with his hand and did not show too much excitement. With the harassment from the rear by the surprise attack troops and the combined attack from the north and south wings, the Golts' frontal defense had lasted until now to be completely broken. This was far beyond his expectations.

Logically speaking, with their flanks unguarded, the Golts' defense system had collapsed and they should have been completely defeated long ago.

But even so, the Golts guarding the front of the pass still refused to give an inch under such circumstances and dragged the time to the present. It was also for this reason that their side had to pay more casualties.

In fact, the loss of troops in this battle around the pass far exceeded any previous battle Qin Ze had fought.

Thinking of this, Qin Ze rubbed his tired face, then raised his head and asked:

"Are those Golts still resisting?"

"Your Majesty, our army is rapidly capturing several areas on the pass, but the enemy is still resisting, and we have not seen any signs of them fleeing."

"It will take a while to finish the battle."

Hearing this, Qin Ze shook his head and sighed: "Rare..."

"Defeat is inevitable, but we still resist. Should we say it is stupid or..."

At this point, he changed the subject and said in a deep voice: "It's good that they didn't flee. We can just catch them all in one fell swoop. Keep fighting and wipe them all out!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Qin Ze sat up from the chair and looked towards the pass ahead. It was still snowing in the sky, and it seemed to be getting heavier. On the top of the tall and sharp peak, it was all white.

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Snow fluttered down on the pass.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the air, and countless corpses lay scattered on the muddy ground, most of them were Golts. Since the pass was completely breached, they lost the terrain advantage and were almost deprived of 80% of their combat effectiveness.

At this moment, the Gothic soldiers who were still fighting had basically reached their limit. One reason was physical exhaustion, as most of them had been fighting intermittently for more than ten hours. Even if they still had ammunition, they had to grit their teeth to have the strength to reload and replace the bullets.

In addition, the psychological defenses of the Gothic soldiers had collapsed along with the loss of the pass. After losing the terrain advantage, their weapons and manpower were completely unable to compete with the attacking Yan Army. Therefore, at this moment, the battle had become one-sided.

The battlefield was no longer filled with the initial passionate roars. Long-term fighting and psychological collapse made the Gothic soldiers almost become zombies.

They numbly repeated the shooting movements and would not even take the initiative to dodge when facing the incoming bullets. On the one hand, they did not have the physical strength, and on the other hand, it was useless to dodge. The Yanbing's skirmish line style of play had a huge advantage in ordinary terrain environments, and they could not stop it at all.

Thus, in the mechanical and rigid, numb and trance-like combat, the Gothic soldiers almost looked like they were being shot in a line.

Rows of Gothic soldiers fell to the ground amid the sound of bullets, and half of them died on the spot without even a scream. It seemed that they had been waiting for death to come, because after such a fierce battle, death might be the most direct way to get rid of it.

In such a one-sided battle, the Gothic soldiers did not flee. On the one hand, it was because their superiors had repeatedly issued death orders. Before the battle even started, all the soldiers knew that what was about to happen was a fight to the death, and even if they died in battle, they had to die on the battlefield.

But this is only one aspect. Another reason is the ideas that have been instilled in the soldiers for a long time, especially the most famous "Iron Blood Legion" of the Delta Federation. Even among all the armies of the empire, the Sixth Army still has extraordinary praise.

The soldiers of the First Army can always hold their chins high in front of the soldiers of other legions, and proudly say that we are the "heart of the empire". As long as we are still here, the empire will continue to thrive.

But this statement will not be recognized by everyone. There will always be people who are dissatisfied with it and think that their legion is the most glorious. The First Legion is only glorious because of its emperor's origin. However, no one will deny the title of the Sixth Army as the "backbone of the empire."

Because during the twelve years of the Empire's conquest, the sacrifices made by the Sixth Army were vivid in people's minds. They have always been known for their fearlessness and courage in fighting. For this reason, in the difficult battles in the early days of the Empire, the Sixth Army always suffered the most sacrifices. They always rushed to the front line of the battle. Even if the enemy was strong and good at fighting and defeated them, they could always gather again and continue to participate in the battle. They would never admit defeat and would not humiliate the glory of the legion.

So at the moment of life and death, the sense of honor that permeated every person influenced their will, making them fulfill this final duty without any prior agreement.

At this moment, the supreme commander of the Sixth Army, Dylan Schaefer, like an ordinary soldier, also personally participated in the last battle of the Sixth Army.

Behind a bunker, Dylan Schaefer was holding the familiar musket and nervously loading bullets. Although he had done this action countless times, he became less familiar with it after becoming a commander, so he seemed a little clumsy at this moment.

Fortunately, his muscle memory was still there. After loading the bullets, Dylan aimed at a Yan soldier who was exposed and fired a shot.

After pulling the trigger, he immediately lowered his head and began to load bullets. He didn't even look at whether he had completely killed the enemy soldier. He just wanted to load the next bullet faster and shoot it out.

However, while loading, there were a few "bang bang bang" sounds, and a cloud of dust rose from the bunker. Dylan's face froze and his left hand suddenly dropped.

"Get down, sir!" Deputy Hisoka suddenly reached out and pushed Dylan to the ground. In an instant, several bullet holes appeared on his back.

"Are you okay, sir?" Hisoka asked nervously while lying on the ground.

"Not dead." Dylan gasped and tried to raise his left hand, but the bullet shot right through the elbow joint and tore the brachial muscle, making Dylan unable to control his left hand anymore, and his forearm drooped down.

"How are you?" Dylan asked, enduring the pain.

"I...I'm fine." Hisoka lay on the ground in panic, feeling his body to make sure he was not shot.

"Then shoot quickly and kill the bastards who shot at us." Dylan gritted his teeth and moved his body with difficulty on the ground, trying to pick up the guns next to the corpses around him.