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

"Sir, it's almost time."

"Sir."

"Sir?"

At the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain, seeing that Harris seemed not to hear, the Gothic soldier who had spoken walked over and patted him gently on the shoulder.

Harris finally came to his senses and turned to look at the soldier who had spoken.

The young soldier's face turned pale, and he uttered a trembling voice in his throat: "Sir, we can't wait any longer. We should...detonate the explosives."

Harris stared at him blankly, then after a few seconds turned his head and looked down the cliff again.

What came into view was the increasing number of enemy troops gathering on the pass, while the sound of gunfire had become almost negligible, which meant that the battle had come to an end and it was time to end it.

The Enzo Mountains, which were once thought to be impregnable, have now been basically controlled by the enemy as the pass has been breached. The Sixth Army, which was once thought to be undefeated, has now been almost wiped out. Harris looked at the devastated battlefield below, as if he could see hundreds of thousands of wandering souls, which made his heart surge, but his frozen face could no longer express any emotion.

After seeing too many cruel and tragic scenes, he has become so numb that he is like a walking corpse.

But at least, he had not forgotten what he should do, so he reached out and took out his pocket watch, looked at the moving hands, and then he said hoarsely:

"Okay, inform them that we will light the fire together in ten minutes... That is... 1:18 pm."

"Yes, sir." The soldier faced Harris, tried his best to control his shaking body, and saluted with a standard military salute. After looking directly at Harris for a few seconds, he pursed his lips, breathed heavily unconsciously, and walked away quickly.

Harris did the same. He took a deep breath, quickly left the cliff, and walked towards his own explosives detonation point.

It didn't take him long to reach the location. After putting the pocket watch on the ground, Harris took out the steel stone from his pocket and stared at the movement of the pointer intently.

The wind was blowing hard, but at this moment he seemed to hear the extremely subtle sound of the pointer turning. Although he tried to concentrate on watching the pointer, he gradually lost his concentration without realizing it.

The events that happened in recent times flashed through my mind quickly, then traced back to the more distant past, and then flashed back to my eyes in a trance. When the focus was once again fixed on the rotating pointer, there was less than a minute left.

So Harris opened his mouth and tried to end it all by singing the national anthem, and also to put an end to his life.

However, even though he was thinking this in his mind, he couldn't utter a single regular syllable from his throat. He could only moan and sob intermittently.

At this moment, he finally understood that he did not have the joy of destroying the enemy, nor did he have too much anger for revenge on them. As for the glory of a soldier, that was far from it. Instead, what occupied his heart more was the great sorrow and pain brought about by this cruel reality.

How could this be the result? Why did it turn out like this?

As the pointer seemed to suddenly speed up, Harris seemed to have a string in his heart suddenly snapped and he suddenly burst into tears. This was far from what he had imagined countless times in his mind, that is, detonating the explosives at the last moment and becoming the tragic hero who ended everything.

Harris was crying bitterly, like a baby just out of swaddling clothes, or like a humble wretch. He knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face, shaking all over, and hitting the steel in his hand again and again.

"Boom, bang, bang."

Clusters of sparks fell from my hands, along with salty tears that fell to the ground, and the snow in the sky became heavier and heavier...

-

At the same time, in the Yan Army camp.

More than ten minutes ago, Qin Ze received a message from the communications soldier that the fighting on the pass had basically been declared over, and they were firing additional shots to ensure that every Goth was killed.

Although the news of victory came a little late and the battle resulted in heavy casualties, Qin Ze knew that taking the pass basically meant that his side had a huge advantage in Enzos. And from this battle, it can also be seen that the Golts probably no longer had any troops outside the pass. If they did, they would have already gathered all their forces at the pass.

Therefore, at this moment, Qin Ze was giving the next order to the messenger:

"We must thoroughly check the pass area to ensure that there are no hidden dangers buried by the enemy. Once the check is complete, we don't have to worry too much. We can continue our march after the snow stops. I think the snow will be heavy, but before that, we still have to send out the front battle group to scout the route. However, this time is different from the past, and I think it should be much smoother."

"in addition....."

Just as he was saying this, there was a loud "boom".

Qin Ze's face changed, and as soon as he raised his head, several violent explosions were heard, and then there was a loud noise like the roar of a tiger or a dragon.

This even affected the area where Qin Ze was at the moment. Even here, he could feel the ground shaking.

"Your Majesty, we have to retreat some distance to avoid affecting here." The soldiers beside him said urgently.

-

"Boom boom boom!"

Amid the violent explosion, the mountain soil collapsed and rocks rolled. At first, only a small area of ​​the steep mountain within the explosion point collapsed, and the Goths who ignited the explosives were buried by the soil almost at the same time as the explosion, but this was just the beginning.

The collapsed mountain base formed many cavities, which affected the higher terrain, so more areas began to collapse and collapse. The snow layer that had not melted also began to flow, and then collapsed downwards.

The snow layer mixed with the mountain soil, and these tens of thousands of tons of this mixture rushed down the steep hillside with the force of thunder. In the process of the impact, more things were swept away. Thick tree stumps were pulled out of the soil, and boulders weighing several tons also rolled up. The air waves made a dull howl, and its power seemed to destroy the world.

In just a moment, the vast pass platform was buried by the mountain soil that was washed down, but this was not the end. The things that were washed down were still surging down, and the cornflower avenue that ran through the pass was completely buried and completely destroyed.

And further away, billowing smoke and dust covered the sky and the sun, and everything seemed foggy.

Dingler and his companions, who were about to leave the Enzos Mountains, also heard the loud rumbling sound at this moment. They all pulled the reins and looked behind them.

"It collapsed...it happened so quickly..." Dingle was trembling all over, his face as pale as snow.

He knew that this was the last means of defeating the enemy, but he did not expect it to come so soon. The towering peaks were almost completely changed. Even here, far away from the collapse, the war horses were neighing anxiously. This was enough to show the extent of the collapse, which was far beyond his expectations.

"General Dylan and his men...died together with those damn Yan people...our Sixth Army..." At this time, a cavalryman cried and talked to himself in grief.

Then, another soldier said with red eyes: "This is a worthy sacrifice! They died heroically for the empire!"

"They are all heroes! This is our victory! We defended the glory of the empire!" Immediately another soldier raised his fist and shouted excitedly.

"Victory? Glory? No, heroes should not be left with nothing left... We must not let such a thing happen again in our country... It's time to end it all." Dinger said to himself in his heart, and slowly withdrew his gaze, but his eyes were already full of grief.

"Let's go, everyone!"

Dingle wiped his eyes, shouted and led the cavalrymen to set foot on the snow-covered road again.

Thousands of meters in the sky, amidst the flying snow, the Goltky eagle that had lost its nest kept circling in the air, emitting sharp screams.