The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel Chapter 883 On the Wall of Saint Marlene

This was the second time that Saski felt death was near.

But unlike last time, the enemy that posed a death threat this time was no longer the Kosovo shooters who were firing blindly in a panic, and he no longer had the agility and courage he had in the past.

At this moment, they are facing the well-trained and unmatched Yan people. In the current environment, Saski feels that he is powerless to resist and the enemy can kill everyone like killing chickens and dogs.

So when the Yan Kingdom cavalry was shooting at here from the flank, for a moment, Saski felt his brain buzzing, and his whole body seemed to be suddenly drained of strength, and he even found it difficult to hold the reins tightly.

The enemy was still running and shooting, bullets kept coming from the flanks and rear, the soldiers on the periphery were falling down in piles, and those running in the front were in chaos. He didn't even see a few people shooting back, they were just fleeing in panic.

This not only allowed the enemy to shoot at will, but even the front troops were about to catch up with the front of our side and would soon be on par with them. The enemy cavalry, which had greater mobility, would not even take long to get ahead.

This terrible situation also confirmed what Leo had just said, that it was too late for them to even run away.

The little anger that Saski had just gathered disappeared without a trace in an instant, and was replaced by deep despair.

He finally lowered his head and reached for the pistol at his waist, but as soon as he touched the holster, the cold touch made Saski's arm tremble.

After taking a few quick breaths, Saski changed his mind.

He withdrew his hand, took off his hat, and suddenly raised his face and shouted sharply:

"surrender."

"surrender!"

"We surrender!!!"

Although there were panic shouts in the crowd at this moment, mixed with the sound of dense bullet shooting and the rapid hooves of war horses, all the noises were so loud that every soldier's ears were buzzing.

But such an unusual scream was still heard by many people at the first time, and in a very short time, the soldiers caused a commotion in the crowd.

At this moment, many people raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

Soon, they saw Saski in the middle of the team. He was riding on a warhorse, his hat was gone, his face was extremely embarrassed, and he was raising his hands and howling:

"Surrender! I declare surrender! We surrender!"

"Put down your weapons, we surrender!"

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Two days later, February 6th.

As the sun was about to set in the afternoon, Dingle, who had been rushing all the way, finally arrived outside the city of Salvia.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the dusty Dingle and his accompanying soldiers dismounted from their horses. The city defense soldiers at the checkpoint outside the city came forward with solemn expressions to check their identities.

During this gap, Dingle looked up at the Wall of St. Marlene standing in front of him.

I haven't been back to Selivia for more than a year, but the towering walls of St. Marin are still the same as before, with not much change.

Now, in the reflection of the setting sun, the wall, which is mainly built with red sandstone, appears crimson all over, and some crystal clear gravel even shines brilliantly under the sunlight.

Although he has lived in Seville since he was a child and has seen the Wall of St. Marlene countless times, Dingle cannot help but be moved every time he sees the Wall of St. Marlene.

He has always believed that compared to the magnificent Royal Palace or the quaint and elegant Westminster Clock Tower, the Wall of St. Marlene surrounding the entire city is the greatest building in the country.

Ever since he could remember, Dingle had always seen horse-drawn carriages carrying red sand and stone to Salvia.

The horses were panting with exhaustion, and so were their owners.

The sweaty men breathlessly moved the red sand and stones off the truck. Sometimes it took three or four people to lift a stone, and the larger red sand and stones had to be pushed on rollers.

Every time this happened, he would always see a group of shirtless men pushing stones, pushing the stones bit by bit with difficulty amid roars.

They were sweating profusely, their faces were hideous and distorted, steam was even coming out of their heads, and their eyes were bloodshot and red.

But such a collective labor scene seems extremely interesting in the eyes of any naive child.

Like other children of similar age, Dingle would always watch these men from afar, raise his fist and cheer along, cheering them on.

'Push! Push harder! !'

But such shouting did not make the men stronger. They just hung their heads and gasped like donkeys tired of pulling a cart.

The military supervisor on the side would always run over with a whip in hand and a stern face to scold them as soon as the shouting was heard, and sometimes he would even really whip them a few times.

The "crackling" sound of the whip and the roar of the man pushing the stone became unforgettable sounds for Dingle, and he is still impressed by this memory today.

Now, after many years and hundreds of thousands of workers, the country's greatest building is finally being built, bit by bit, from east to west and from south to north, around the entire country of Salvia.

The capital and its people were all protected, just like the goddess Saint Marin, who protected her people.

Perhaps it is because the sun is setting at this moment, the sunset adds a unique beauty to the Wall of Saint Marlene.

It became more and more red and beautiful, as if it was glowing.

"Sir, the inspection is over. Let's go in, but we still have to go through a few more checks." Dingle was still staring at the city wall in a daze when a soldier next to him spoke.

"okay."

Dingle came to his senses and walked with the soldiers into the city gate under the wall of St. Marlene. After arriving at the city gate, there was another tedious inspection procedure.

After passing through three checkpoints, Dingle was led by a soldier from the guard team into the residential area of ​​​​Salivya.

But at this time, Dingle's pace gradually slowed down.

Compared to a year ago, there are obviously a lot more houses and buildings, but the streets that should have been bustling and noisy have now disappeared without a trace.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, and there was not even a single civilian to be seen on the spacious streets. Instead, one could see teams of fully armed soldiers walking upright back and forth on the streets, and police forces in khaki uniforms suddenly running out from a street from time to time, as if they were carrying out some mission.

Now, after entering the residential area, Dingle felt that even the sounds of birds seemed to have become much less, leaving only the sound of leather boots tapping.

The guard leading the way said as they walked: "The night before yesterday, when the news was delivered to Salvia, the emperor announced that Salvia was under martial law."

"The highest level of martial law," the guard added.