Von Palen has seen countless similar flyers over the years, but he never cares and sometimes even laughs at them.
But this time was different from the past, because in the past, the empire was thriving, and the army was invincible, winning every battle. Therefore, no matter how much the rebels fabricated lies to humiliate him in private, von Palen only regarded them as clowns and laughed it off.
After all, these rats, who can only hide in dark corners, can't do anything, let alone shake their rule.
But this time, Feng Palen became furious after reading only a third of the flyer. The bright red words felt like sharp daggers, and he even felt a stinging sensation on his body.
The despicable rats are no longer hiding in dark corners, sneaking around inciting the masses. They have even dared to stick leaflets on the face of the goddess Saint Marlene. This is not only an insult to themselves, but also an insult to the goddess Saint Marlene, and even more so an insult to the entire nation.
The root cause of the rats' rampage is the intruders they are now struggling to deal with.
The latest battle report is that the Sixth Army, which has reached Enzos, has already fought against the Yan people, but suffered another defeat and is now forced to retreat to the pass for defensive operations, which infuriates von Palen.
He couldn't imagine that the Sixth Army could not defeat the Yan people in the mountainous environment. Enzos was their training ground. That meant they not only had a huge geographical advantage, but they were also more familiar with the environment. If they couldn't defeat the Yan people under such superior conditions, what other advantages would they need to win?
Perhaps the troops were not enough, that was all Von Palen could think. But news came from the Fifth Army, which had been sent to provide support, that it would not be able to arrive in Enzos on time, which made Von Palen even angrier.
Upon seeing this flyer today, the anger that had been building up inside him finally reached its peak, to the point that he now appeared before everyone in a state of rage and loss of composure.
At this moment, seeing that Von Palen was beyond furious, Bowerman, the captain of the guards and also in charge of the police force, said expressionlessly:
"Your Majesty, we have arrested several men suspected of distributing flyers. We are interrogating them and will soon be able to get them to talk."
But such appeasement clearly did not quell von Palen's anger. He abruptly turned his face, glared fiercely at Bowerman, and roared:
"What's the point of catching them?!"
Bowerman remained expressionless; in fact, he always wore a stern face. He replied calmly, "Your Majesty, get them to talk. If they admit to being Kosovo rebels, then we can arrest even more..."
Before he could finish speaking, Von Palen slammed his hand on the table in a fit of rage:
"What I need is victory on the battlefield!"
"Do you understand?! Victory on the battlefield!"
"Instead of seeing police forces running around in Salibia catching these rats!"
At this point, he pointed at Bowerman, then at the others, and roared, "You shameless bastards, don't think you can fool me by pulling some criminals out of jail and calling them Kosovo rebels!"
"Do you all think I'm an idiot?!"
Upon hearing this, Bowerman's usually expressionless face showed a hint of nervousness and unease for the first time, and he quickly retorted:
"No, Your Majesty, I didn't..."
Feng Paron interrupted him again: "Enough! I don't care at all about those rats' slander against me!"
"The honest youth of the Federation will never be deceived by them, and all we need to do is bring victory to the Empire!"
At this point, Von Palen waved his arms excitedly:
"Yes! Victory! Only victory on the front lines is the best weapon to shatter the lies fabricated by these rats!"
"But now... does any of you have brought a victory to the Empire?"
He pointed again at the officers below the stage, his gaze sweeping across each of their tense and anxious faces, finally settling on Field Marshal Wolfgang's face.
Wolfgang stood ramrod straight, but his expression was somewhat fearful. His eyes darted around, and he didn't even dare to look von Palen in the eye.
Three "bang bang bang" sounds were heard as the finger pointing at Wolfgang tapped repeatedly on the edge of the table.
"That damned Saskia! He didn't arrive in Enzos on time as I ordered. If his delay puts Dylan's troops in danger, he will be held responsible!"
"Oh my God! We must seize every opportunity to achieve victory, and Enzos is the best battlefield for us!"
"I can no longer bear to hear news of defeats from the front! If we suffer another defeat on the Enzos front..."
"Wolfgang!!!" von Palen shouted.
“Yes, Your Majesty!” Wolfgang’s expression tightened, and he took a step forward.
"You will personally go to the front lines to command the battle! If you can't win, then die on the battlefield! I'll personally plan a grand funeral for you!"
Wolfgang was distressed, but he still gritted his teeth and loudly agreed:
"Yes! It would be my honor to die for Your Majesty!"
Unexpectedly, these words instantly ignited Von Palen's anger, and he roared furiously, spittle flying from his mouth:
"You idiot! You haven't even gone to the front lines yet, and you've already decided you're going to die there?!"
"Didn't you ever think about defeating the Yan people and becoming a hero in this war?!"
Wolfgang quickly changed his wording:
"Yes, Your Majesty! If the battle at the front goes badly, I will personally lead the troops to defeat the Yan people and bring final victory to the Empire!"
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