The soldiers looked at him indifferently, and several sighs, some soft and some heavy, echoed in the room.
Soon after, roars followed.
"Here!!"
"Bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
"Bang bang."
After a brief burst of gunfire, the room fell silent again. The glasses, which had been knocked over and lay in a pool of blood, were now shattered into pieces.
At 11 p.m., with the last Goth soldier found and killed inside the military factory, the Yan army achieved a complete victory in its attack on the Macedonian military factory.
In the subsequent inventory, it was confirmed that approximately 70,000 Goths were killed in this battle. Then, under Qin Ze's orders, the Yan soldiers used gunpowder and all other flammable materials in the factory to burn all the corpses along with every factory.
At this moment, inside the Maqi military factory, Qin Ze stared expressionlessly at the flames that had spread across the ground. Thick black smoke was rising into the sky, and raging flames were burning fiercely, turning the sky red with fire. The air was filled with a strong, acrid smell of burning.
Qin Ze covered his mouth and nose, and said coldly:
"After resting for two days, we'll head to the Nzos Mountains."
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The Holy City, Salibia.
After the celebrations at St. Marien Square on New Year's Eve, and the grand military parades on the first and second days of the new year, the New Year celebrations in the Delt Federation are drawing to a close today, October 3rd.
Shortly after 11 p.m., in the inner palace on the second basement floor of the royal castle, in the heart of Salivia.
Feng Palen was sitting at his desk reading a document. He was the only person in the room, but his reading had a faint echo, because the bedroom was extremely small, less than twelve square meters.
The room was dark and cramped with no windows on any side, requiring an oil lamp to illuminate it even during the day. The rough walls were not even painted, retaining their original brick and stone appearance. The furnishings inside were so simple that any commoner who saw it would be astonished.
A single bed, a chair, and a desk—that's all the furniture in the room.
Such a simple arrangement hardly resembles an emperor's bedroom; it is even more modest than some commoners' rooms. Yet, even on the night of Von Palen's coronation twelve years ago, he spent the night alone here.
The walls were rough, but the floor was smooth and dust-free. The items on the desk were always in their original positions, never appearing messy or disorderly. Even the bed that he slept in every day was always tidied up meticulously after Von Palen got up, leaving not even a single hair on the pillow.
He has maintained this habit for nearly sixteen years since his wife and two daughters died.
Today, as always, he got up at 5:30 a.m. sharp, and after a day of various celebrations, he didn't return to his room until 7 p.m.
Back in his room, he took out the speech he had written the night before from the drawer and began to revise and improve it.
He spent less than an hour and a half writing the article, but revising and perfecting it often took much longer, which lasted until 10:30 p.m., taking him a full three and a half hours.
And now.
"Over the past twelve years, our national strength and military power have been significantly enhanced, and our soldiers have become more resilient through countless battles, and..."
As he continued reading, he finished reciting the revised speech, took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time; it was already 11:15.
Feng Palen neatly folded the speech manuscript, opened the drawer and put in the thick stack of documents. After closing the drawer, he stood up, pushed the chair in, and walked gracefully to the door, opening it.
The bright, gleaming marble floor immediately catches the eye, and the gilded walls shimmer under the lights, so dazzling that even Feng Palen, who had spent too long in the dimly lit room, was stung by the light when he stepped out.
He rubbed his eyes, walked through the magnificent passage, and after turning the corner and stepping onto the stairs, two guards standing at the top of the stairs respectfully led him up the steps.
As he walked uphill, Von Palen soon arrived at the main hall of the Royal Castle. He did not stop and continued walking out.
"Bang bang bang!"
A series of cannon salutes rang out outside. As von Palen stepped out of the hall, he looked up and saw the dazzling spectacle in the sky.
He pursed his lips slightly, glanced at the sky, and then looked back down at the ground.
Units of troops stood in neat rows in the square of the Royal Castle; they were his army, and what he considered the most valuable achievement of his life.
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