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

"Sir...we have...completely lost...nothing we do now is of any use." Hisoka's face was full of despair, and he said weakly while picking up his gun.

"Have we lost?" Dylan finally picked up a gun, but was disappointed to find that there were no bullets in the gun either, and he couldn't load it with one hand.

"We lost, we lost completely... Almost all our people are dead." Hisoka's face was pale, and his voice was weak, even with a hint of tears, because on the battlefield right now, there might only be a few hundred soldiers who could still fight.

However, the number of enemies was so great that it was impossible to count them. This even made Hisoka feel that the battle from last night until this moment did not seem to have caused many casualties to the enemy, otherwise it would not have come to this.

However, in contrast, almost the entire army is now dead. It is no longer like the past when they could absorb new soldiers and reorganize again. In this disastrous defeat, almost everyone from top to bottom is almost dead. Even the commander beside him, Hisoka knows that in a few minutes, he will become a corpse like himself.

Thinking back on all the battles he had experienced over the years, none was as despairing as this moment. Therefore, even if Hisoka picked up the gun, he no longer had the will to aim at the enemy and shoot, because everything was a foregone conclusion. Even if he fired a hundred or a thousand bullets, it would be of no use.

"Why do I feel like I didn't lose?" However, Dylan said this at this time.

Hisoka turned his head and looked at Dylan, but Dylan continued, "Shoot! What are you waiting for? Are you waiting to be shot by the enemy?"

"Sir, our entire army is about to be killed here, we..." Hisoka was trembling all over, and his eyes were red without him realizing it.

"So what? I don't think we lost the battle." Dylan lay on the ground with a calm expression, speaking breathlessly.

Hisoka laughed bitterly: "At this point, do you still feel you haven't lost?"

"Destroy as many enemy forces as possible. This was the order I gave at the beginning. Now, I think we have destroyed enough. We are all doing our best. No one retreats. They are all trying their best, so we didn't lose." At this point, Dylan suddenly kicked Hisoka and then scolded:

"Asshole, if you don't want to shoot, give me the gun! I want to keep fighting!"

Hisoka didn't react at all. He lay weakly on the ground with his head hung down, completely overwhelmed by the cruel reality before him.

If the so-called not losing came at such a price, he even felt that it was deceiving himself.

"You wimp!" Dylan yelled, slowly crawled to Hisoka's side, snatched the gun from his hand, and then began to check if there were any bullets in it.

Fortunately, there were bullets in the gun and it could shoot. All it needed was an enemy to catch the bullets, so Dylan began to look out carefully.

But at this moment, a series of intermittent low sobs sounded beside him.

Dylan's concentration was interrupted. He angrily shrank back and looked at Hisoka who was lying on the ground, and yelled, "Shut up!"

However, Hisoka was still sobbing. He was not crying for the victory of the battle, but for the Sixth Legion that made him proud.

Before coming to Enzos, who could have imagined that such a huge army would be completely destroyed here in such a short time, and even in the end, no one would be left alive.

With a "bang", Dylan kicked Hisoka and turned him over. Then, he leaned over, stared fiercely at Hisoka's tearful face, and said angrily:

"You can cry anytime, but as an Imperial soldier, how can you cry on the battlefield?!"

"From the moment you step onto the battlefield, you should be prepared to shed blood instead of crying like a woman!"

After he finished speaking, Xi Suo sobbed and said, "But we have nothing now... we have nothing..."

"That's just your idea! Bastard! We will become corpses, but that doesn't mean everything is gone! Enzos is still here! The Empire is still here!"

"Our honor will also exist forever!" After Dylan shouted this, he ignored the crying Hisoka. He put the gun on a corpse, gripped the handle with his right hand, and began to search for the enemy in the direction of the muzzle.

During this time, Hisoka gradually stopped crying, then slowly sat up, picked up the bullets and silently loaded the empty gun.

Dylan just glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Soon, Dylan locked onto an enemy who had his head sticking out from outside the bunker, and Hisoka also lay down over with a gun in his hand.

"There's that bastard over there, I might not be able to shoot him with one shot." Dilan said with a pout.

"See, I can hit the target. I'm a much better shooter than you." Hisoka agreed. His voice was extremely hoarse, but the expression on his face was much calmer, as if the previous conversation had never happened, or he had already accepted it all.

The two fought side by side again as they had before.

"Let's see who can hit the target." Dylan snorted and pulled the trigger, and Hisoka also pulled the trigger at the same time in tacit understanding.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Several gunshots rang out almost at the same time.

Hisoka fell to the ground, his head hitting the ground heavily, and the bloodstain between his eyebrows began to bleed. As his pupils dilated rapidly, he moved his lips and said:

"Glory lasts forever..."

Dylan fell back onto the ground, blood gushing out of his bullet-pierced neck.

Blood quickly flowed from his throat into his mouth. Dylan's pale face was half stained red by the spitted blood. His eyes, which were gradually losing focus, were still looking at the sky.

"What a bunch of cunning bastards..."

It was already past noon, but the sky was still dim, gloomy, foggy, and cold. The flying pure white snowflakes stuck together with the ashes brought by the artillery fire, making the entire sky dirty, as if it was moldy.

Under the dark sky, the towering peak seemed to extend into the sky. The footsteps of the enemy gradually came from his side. The sound became more and more frequent, and there were more and more people. However, Dylan gradually smiled. Before his smile was completely covered by the falling dirty snow, a vague voice leaked out from his blood-filled throat bit by bit:

"Leave it to you Harris.....End this battle....Bury everyone..."