When the king of Legrand led his soldiers to expedition to the north, Blaise, who was separated by a strait from Legrand, was also in the war.
The new King Blaise with dark blond hair is not having a good time these days.
After the Pope proclaimed the oath of allegiance to him by reaching out to Blasey's subjects, his dear younger brother, Prince Charles, could not wait to raise troops against him, in what was nominally a "discipline" but a usurpation. The power of the Holy See of Blasey is deeply rooted, and although Ferry III has made a lot of efforts in advance, the situation is still very bad.
"His Majesty."
General Carr was standing behind Ferry III, fully armed.
Waiting near Ferry III was an elite army of knights who stood silently in front of the Blasey Palace.
Ferry III, like them, wore armor.
He looked up at Blasey Palace, a palace marked by tulips, whose spire was as straight as a sword in the dark night.
After tonight, this place will cease to exist.
Prince Charles, with the support of the Holy Court and most of the nobles, has crossed the important Corbia River and seized the royal castle in Nader. After the loss of Nader Castle, the area under Ferry III's control dwindled rapidly, and now his good brother was aggressively approaching the capital.
General Carl sent letters to the major families, asking them to send troops to support them.
Ferry III said to his teacher with a smile, asking these great nobles for help is the stupidest thing in the world. If they are not doing nothing, they are already on their way to attack him. It turned out that Ferry III's judgment was much more accurate than his teacher's, or he was more sober than his teacher.
"If you really want to leave here, you will still feel reluctant."
Ferry III held up his torches, looked around the palace he was familiar with, and sighed.
When he was young, he knew that he would inherit that throne one day, and once ran to the throne in the middle of the night to see it. Father came from behind, put his hand lightly on his shoulder, and asked him if he thought this chair was beautiful? He hesitated for a moment then, and answered frankly that it was very majestic. His father picked him up, put him on the marble throne, and told him that this chair is colder than all the chairs in the world, and that if you want to sit firmly on it, you must be prepared to go through fire.
His father was not a promising monarch, and he tolerated the nobles and the church a lot of the time. To say that he was generous would be more cowardly.
Ferry III thought so in his youth, and it was not until later that he realized that the prestige of the throne was fake.
The real king is not just with a chair and a crown. If the king still needs to bow down, just as he became the younger brother of the lackey of the Holy Court, is such a king really a king
"Your Majesty..." General Carl wanted to say something.
Ferry III interrupted him with a smile: "Don't persuade me."
He took the flaming arrow from the servant's hand, pulled it full forcefully, and shot it steadily into the palace. In the palace of Blaisey, oil was poured on the floor at this time, and as soon as the rocket landed, the flames quickly jumped up.
"Let's go."
Ferry III dropped his bow and rode on his horse.
Behind him, the thousand-year-old palace of Blasey has printed a brilliant shadow in the fire - a vain prosperity is being burned by red fire.
"Charlie will be furious when he finds that he has got a burnt palace after taking Azali?"
The army, headed by Ferry III, went out from the north gate of the castle and headed northeast. On the horse, Ferry III jokes with General Carl.
General Carl couldn't judge what his former student was thinking, so he had to bow slightly: "Your Majesty, do you think they are really reliable?"
General Carr was referring to the group of people from the Holy Court with which Ferry III cooperated.
The smile on Ferry III's face faded.
He snorted coldly: "The difference between a jackal and a poisonous snake is nothing more than trustworthy."
"Then we...?" General Carl said worriedly.
They set fire to the palace and left the capital of Blaisey with the most elite troops in the middle of the night, which amounted to handing over the whole country to Charles and the Holy See. And the purpose of their trip was to go to the cold northeast region, where there is an affiliated territory belonging to Ferry III himself.
There is like Legrand's Anger country, with the same dangerous terrain, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
"As long as there are people, there will never be a single voice." Ferry III said lightly, "The Pope's throne is in the world of saints, isn't it also the supreme throne? Servant of servants, king of the world … Who doesn’t want such a throne? There are many more people who die because of it than on a secular throne, right?”
The more glorious the throne, the more bones and blood.
The selection of the pope is definitely not inferior to that of secular monarchs. In the last three hundred years alone, there have been six popes who died of assassinations and other causes. There are also different theological systems within the Holy See. Although the Pope's current intention to build a country has the general support and authority of the entire Holy See, this does not mean that everyone will hope that things will develop as the Pope hopes. .
Today's Holy See is like a moving steel chariot. Pope Eutian drove this iron chariot to roll over the earth, but in the shadow of the wheels, countless things are brewing, and everyone has joined the battle. Chaos torrent.
"How is Legrand now?" Ferry III asked, knowing that General Carl had just received a secret letter from Legrand a few days ago.
"The impact of the Duke of Buckingham's death has been completely suppressed by Purland's victory. As long as he can attack Beaumarie Castle, Legrand's rebellion will be over," General Carl replied.
Ferry III heard the words: "I hope he can go well."
Will they stop the car with their arms, or will they be crushed into ashes by iron wheels
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Legrand, Beaumarie Castle.
In the outer fortifications of the castle, all the guards of the Balbo kingdom perform their respective duties. General Condor of Balbo State stood on the Blackstone Fortress in the center of the Lacey River, overlooking the Legrand army station on the other side of the river from a height.
In the past few days, the leader of the rebel army, the king of Newcana, Lantoft's temper has begun to appear a little irritable. General Vulture looked on with a cold eye, feeling that he seemed to have some plan that he thought was a surefire failure.
And this morning, the Rantov contingent sent an order to stand firm.
When receiving this order, General Vulture could not help but subconsciously remember the letter he shot into the fortress with an arrow that day. For the past few days, General Vulture has been pondering over that letter.
He was slow to make up his mind.
At this moment, a harsh warning horn sounded throughout the fortress.
General Vulture was startled, and immediately looked out from the archery hole.
I saw that the Legrand army, which had been standing still for the past few days, suddenly pulled out and moved forward, and a small fleet of temporary logging was pushed into the river. The soldiers on the ship were all wearing bright red smocks, obviously Legrand's vanguard.
In the past few days, Legrand's soldiers have been logging nearby trees, and the rest are some tentative behaviors that seem to be petty. General Sheehan also sent a team equipped with axes to Lacey and Middle on several occasions, braved the rain of arrows overhead to chop down the wooden stakes the rebels had made in the water.
Several operations were unsuccessful.
General Condor also relaxed a little bit of vigilance.
As a result, today, without warning, Legrand began to attack the fortress!
The vanguard fleet riding on the bamboo raft quickly approached the rows of erected wooden stakes along the current, and the archers shot a volley at the soldiers from the archery holes on the tower of the tall black stone fortress, as if they were moving forward several times. A torrential rain shrouded the fleet. But unexpectedly, the fleet was not close to the fortress and the stakes.
When they were still some distance away from the stake, the soldiers holding their shields quickly threw piles of branches and hay carried on the raft into the water. The turbulent water carried the debris straight down, and the branches and hay were quickly stopped by the closely arranged stakes in the water.
"What are they doing?"
Just when General Condor was confused, he saw that in the rain of arrows, the soldiers lifted wooden barrels from the boat and poured the contents of the barrels into the river. The dumped liquid floated on the water, and was quickly carried and rushed to the defensive line drawn by wooden stakes.
Only then did General Condor understand what the twigs and hay the soldiers had left behind were for.
I saw that the barrels of liquid they later fell were blocked by the branches and hay before the stake defense line, and were not washed away by the fast-flowing Lacey River.
A bad premonition surged down, and General Condor immediately ordered the vanguard fleet to be shot with full force.
On a bamboo raft boat in the Lacey River, soldiers shot arrows lit by fire.
General Vulture could hardly believe his eyes as the rocket landed on the layers of unidentified liquid held up by the branches and hay in front of the stake—the flames burned on the water.
On the other side of the river, General Sheehan was directing his soldiers to prepare the pontoon bridge that had already been built. When he looked up, he could see that the king was standing still in front of the army, and the sigh of relief he had been holding for the past few days was finally relieved.
- Only a very few people know that these days, the king is not in the main account at all!
General Sheehan didn't think about what the king had done these days when he left. He only cautiously did everything he should do as a general, and strictly blocked the news.
However, fortunately, before the official battle, the king is back.
Holding a thick drawing full of numbers and symbols in his hand, James stood beside the king and gestured towards the castle and fortress on the opposite side. After taking back Newcana Castle, the king did not let him continue to preside over the construction of the castle there, but brought him on as a military construction consultant during the war.
The King's evaluation of James was not wrong at the beginning—
This one should indeed belong to the Academy of Mad Men.
"Although the power of the ancient sacred fire is great, it has too many limitations." James shook his head in dissatisfaction. He looked at the blueprint in his hand, and then looked at the archery holes in the fortress, "If the danger of the cannon can be reduced, The explosive lethality can be improved, then we can create an unbreakable fortress! It is definitely 10,000 times better than these garbage!"
Listening to James' nagging, the king raised his eyebrows slightly.
"There will be."
He answered thoughtfully.
While speaking, the wooden stakes that the rebels used to block the Lacey River had been almost destroyed by the ancient sacred fire.
The wooden stakes were burnt down, and the ancient sacred fire gradually ceased to be blocked in a line, and began to be washed away by the river water, so a section of the river was filled with large and small warm yellow flames, showing an unreal beautiful and dreamy feeling.
The king gave the order to attack.