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

"Who?"

Wolfgang frowned and put the pipe in his hand down.

"Me." A hoarse voice came from outside the door.

"It's Bormann." Wolfgang whispered to Dingle, then raised his voice and asked outside the door:

"What's up so late? Bowerman."

"Just a few words, open the door first."

Wolfgang frowned even more tightly, turned his head and whispered to Dingle: "Don't talk nonsense later."

Dingle nodded, still staring at the door.

Wolfgang patted the ashes on his legs, then stood up and walked to the door to pull out the bolt. As the door opened, a greeting followed:

"Good evening, Marshal Wolfgang."

Bowerman stood at the door with his hands in the pockets of his leather coat. His tall body looked like a wall. His thin face was angular, his cheeks were even a little sunken, but his cheekbones were high. Above his equally tall hooked nose were two thin and long triangular eyes, and the lowered brim of his hat hid his eyes just right.

Although Bowerman was saying hello and had a smile on his face, it was extremely stiff, as if someone was pulling his face up.

However, Wolfgang didn't care about it. He knew that this was not a fake smile from Baumann, but that he had facial paralysis.

Seeing that there was no one behind him, Wolfgang led him into the room and said as he walked:

"Dinger returned to Salivia this evening, and I brought him here..."

Bowerman had already seen Dingle in the room and just nodded, "I know."

As he spoke, he nodded to Dingle who was standing by the window: "Good evening, Dingle."

"I haven't seen you for a while. I'm glad to see you're back safely from the battlefield."

"Good evening, Minister Borman." Dingle returned a military salute, but his face looked a little unnatural, because Borman's gaze was as sharp as a knife, and was constantly scanning his body.

"You look a little nervous." Bowerman suddenly laughed hoarsely.

Before Dinger could speak, Wolfgang chuckled and sat back in his chair.

"Bowlerman, can you tell me who wouldn't be nervous to see you?"

Bowerman shrugged and said in a teasing tone: "Maybe I came at the wrong time and disturbed your reunion."

Wolfgang laughed dryly, and Dingle said, "No, Minister."

"You have something important to discuss with Marshal Wolfgang, so I'll leave first..."

Before he finished speaking, Bowerman interrupted and said, "There is nothing confidential to discuss. You don't have to go out. I just happen to have you here, and I have something to ask you."

"Yes, Minister."

"So, what's the matter? Sit down and tell me, Bormann." Wolfgang looked at Bormann.

Bowerman did not sit down, but remained standing on the ground, his hands still in his pockets. He looked at Dingle and said:

"Dinger, you are one of the few survivors of the Battle of Enzos. You hurried back to Salivia this time. I heard from the people below that you wanted to see the emperor."

"Is it right?"

"Yes."

"The report on the Battle of Enzos has been sent back before. It is very detailed. However, as an eyewitness of that battle, you must have more information about the battlefield."

"So, you want to see the emperor to add some specific information? Can you tell me first?"

Dingle couldn't help but feel nervous when asked this question.

The request to meet the emperor was to hand over the letter written by Dylan, but the content of the letter was very sensitive, so how could it be revealed to Bowerman?

Especially after the incident Wolfgang just mentioned.

Thinking of this, Dingle immediately said: "Yes, Minister, then I will tell you again."

After that, Dingle began his story, which lasted for half an hour.

During this period, Bowerman listened quietly, did not sit down, and did not make any other movements. He stood on the ground like a sculpture, moving from time to time, and even the expression on his face did not change.

Wolfgang, who was sitting next to him, was smoking non-stop, but he didn't interrupt and just listened quietly.

"In fact, I think..."

Dingle was talking over and over again when Bowerman, who had been silent, finally spoke impatiently:

"Okay... Dingle."

"Let's stop here. You've been very detailed, but this is basically what was written in the previous battle report."

Hearing this, Dinger thought that was of course, after all, he was the one who wrote the battle report about Enzos.

"I can't get any valuable information from your story. Please forgive me for saying this, but it is absolutely true." Bowerman frowned rarely.

Dinger showed a helpless expression: "Sorry, maybe I didn't explain it clearly enough."

"If possible, I can talk to you again..."

Bowerman pulled out his hand, which was only wearing a dark red glove, from his pocket and said to Dingle, "No need. You can sort out your words tonight and talk to the emperor face to face tomorrow."

Then, he turned his head and looked at Wolfgang, saying:

"Marshal Wolfgang, we have arrested a lot of rebels in the past two days. I believe we can eliminate them all soon, but we still need to continue the conscription."

"I think you have to set an example, bring your troops, and organize mobilization. And not only in Salivia, but other places also need mobilization. I have arranged people to do this, but the support of the army is still needed."

"The empire is in danger now. As the backbone of the empire, we must take action during this period and take the initiative to share the worries of the emperor. This is not only related to individuals, but also to our entire country and tens of millions of Golt citizens."

After saying this, Wolfgang nodded and said, "Of course. In fact, I am thinking about how to carry this out."

"But this will take some time. I have to discuss this with the military to avoid the same accident as last time."

"Okay, I believe in your ability, and I also believe that our people will stand firmly with us at this time and fight for the country." Bowerman put his hands back in his pockets and continued:

"That's it, let's stop here and not disturb you anymore."

After saying that, he looked at Dingle, examined him for a few seconds, then turned around and strode away.

Dingle followed and closed and locked the door.

When he returned to the room, Wolfgang had already stood up from his chair, looked at him and asked in a low voice:

"You are going to see the emperor, what exactly do you want to say?"

"Don't tell me that you were in such a hurry to see the emperor just to say something like that."

Dinger sighed helplessly, turned around and sat on the bed. After thinking for a while, he whispered:

"of course not."

"Then why do you want to see the emperor? You didn't win the battle, do you want to be scolded by him personally?" Wolfgang asked condescendingly.

Dinger placed his hand on his chest where the letter was placed, and said with a gloomy face:

"I want to persuade the emperor to compromise so that we can negotiate with the Yan people and end this war as soon as possible."

"And not only that..."

Just as he was talking about this, Wolfgang's face suddenly changed. He stepped forward and grabbed Dinger's collar, and said in a low voice:

"You also want to be regarded as a surrenderer by the emperor and shot dead on the spot?!"