Wearing a luxurious dress, the fur lapel beside the neck is pinched with gold trim, and even the cuffs are embellished with a circle of fancy broken wave patterns, and under a wide colorful ribbon on the chest, one has been designed by heraldic experts. The gorgeous badges that came out were embellished during the period—the silver-haired Hughes wore such a luxurious service, stood in front of the mirror for a while, and then put on a top hat with satisfaction, with a long colored feather inserted behind the brim, the only fly in the ointment. The only thing is that this long feather has not been able to get the real phoenix feather. The real phoenix feather is something that can be encountered but cannot be obtained. According to legend, it can only be found in the house of the city owner of the holy city of Babylon. Only the ancient emperor and nobleman possessed such a sacred weapon.
Even the hats worn by the Byzantine emperors were not able to get real phoenix feathers, but flamingo feathers were used instead.
And Hughes here, obviously, it's a few carefully decorated and dyed peacock feathers.
Standing in front of the mirror, Governor Hughes—or the future King Hughes, with one hand on his hips and the other with his sword on the ground, put on a very proud gesture. Sitting in front of him are three court painters, who are painting nervously with the huge drawing boards and paints laid out in front of him.
Such personal portraits are said to be hung on the main hall in the palace of the future king.
The leader of the rebels seemed to be in a good mood at the moment. At least, the haze brought by the news of the two female highnesses escaping from the Governor's Palace a few days ago has dissipated.
This is still in the rebel company camp under the city of Osgilia. Naturally, the coach's tent can't be tied up with a few leather tents like an ordinary army general.
In fact, Hughes' tent can be regarded as a temporary mobile palace. The skilled craftsmen of Armenia used materials brought by more than 60 specially designed carriages and pre-designed various woods to temporarily combine. A building similar to a scaled-down palace appeared, with two stories high and an observation deck on it.
Hundreds of people can still be rich in this temporary mobile palace.
Although the siege battle is still in a state of anxiety, Hughes doesn't seem too anxious these days - at least not so anxious.
El Salvador also assumed the posture of the speaker of the red round table. Every day, he went to inspect the barracks of various rebels, talked with the leaders or commanders of each rebel army, and made various transactions in private, and even listened to them. Said that two military districts in the south have also joined the rebel coalition - all thanks to El Salvador.
Hughes didn't seem to move at all. He didn't deliberately win over any military governor, and he didn't offer any conditions. He just "wasted time" in his gorgeous palace every day (El Salvador's argument.)
Although he has not yet been able to break through Osgilia, Hughes has already begun to design a new architectural design of the palace, began to discuss with a group of artists about the various furnishings of the new palace in the future, and even invited a group of scholars to come Design a new family tree badge totem for your future royal family.
I heard that even a whole new set of royal etiquette has been designed.
Our multi-talented "governor of the nobles" even designed a whole new set of court dances himself.
Having done so many absurd things, Hughes seems to lack a sense of responsibility for military affairs.
Even the army that has been the main force these days has been replaced by rebels from the pro-El Salvador faction.
The rebels in the entire Armenian military region have retreated to the rear of the rebel company.
At this time, within the Armenian Military Region, there was some dissatisfaction with the Governor-General's sudden act of doing his job. Some people even made some bad comments: Do adults think the big thing has been decided? You know, we haven't been able to set foot in the Royal Palace of Osgilia!
Even if victory is firmly in hand, it seems that it is only a matter of time. But for the future position in the rebel alliance, adults can't be so unhappy!
But these days, all loyal subordinates were blocked by Hughes. Seeing that the Governor-General just wraps up with those heraldic experts, etiquette experts, and even court dancers and tailor painters every day, the people below don't know whether to cry or laugh.
The only positive response Hughes made to the concerns of his subordinates was one sentence.
"What's the hurry, the time has not come!"
Just that night, Hughes posed and let the three painters try to record their wise and marvelous images on the drawing board. Outside the palace, the rapid sound of the war drums gradually subsided.
Hughes yawned, looked at the hourglass in the room, and muttered: "The siege army has retreated again, whose army is this time? The old Rosack from the northwest, or the pug from El Salvador. Dinard. Hmm…”
His face was smeared with thick powder, and he looked abnormally pale - this is considered to be the complexion of the most noble nobles, and there was even a black mole on the corner of his mouth, and he wore a curved wig on his head, even in the eyes. They are all painted with thick eyeliner - Lord Hughes is indeed an avid lover of aristocratic culture.
He listened to the gradually subdued war drums for a while, and the faint sighs of disappointment that came from the tens of thousands of soldiers who were sieging the city after retreating...
"Maybe, let's be here tonight, it's almost dawn." Hughes mumbled: "Those guys in the city can really stand it. Hmph, with the support of some damn Landis people, they are not afraid of starvation. Now, God bless, let a big storm come from the sea."
Hughes looked at the already tired painter, and he finally relaxed his mind: "Okay, gentlemen, let's be here tonight, I have to discuss the color of the dress with those lovely scholars."
The painters hurriedly put away their drawing boards, bent down and stepped back—it is always a long project to make portraits of big people anyway.
Hughes walked away from the mirror and was about to take off the gorgeous big hat on his head when suddenly, from the window, a dull and solemn voice came from afar. The sound was vague, but when a sound fell into Hughes' ears, Hughes' face suddenly twisted violently, and then he suddenly jumped up and threw the hat in his hand. On the ground, he fell to the window like crazy, pushed open the window, and looked in the direction of Osgilia from a distance.
Under the darkness of night, the army that had just attacked the city retreated. Above the wilderness, it was like a group of black ants retreating towards the rebel company. In the distance, the city defense of Osgilia is still like a cold mountain in the dark night, the majestic Arc de Triomphe is still standing, countless flags are fluttering, and the dark night is more and more solemn and full of murderous aura.
However…
But none of this is the most important!
Hughes was lying on the window sill, staring at the direction of the silent city wall. He waited eagerly, hoping that the sound he heard just now was not an illusion.
Finally, God seemed to hear Hughes' prayer.
The dull, even with an indescribably depressing and solemn bell came again! This time, the bell sounded louder than before, as if from different places in Osgilia City, the bell rang at the same time. The bells from all directions were twisted together under the gathering of the evening wind, and then drifted into the distance in the night.
The sound of the bell was thick and solemn, so dignified that one could hardly breathe.
Hughes was lying on the window sill, but his fingers were shaking, his face was hard, and his ears were sideways.
"One, two... thirteen..."
Although he tried his best to remain calm, the muscles in the corners of his eyes were beating rapidly.
Finally, when the bell finally ended, Hughes plopped down, fell from the window sill, and sat on the ground, as if his whole body had been exhausted in an instant.
"Twenty-eight hits! Twenty-eight hits! Not many hits, not many hits! Twenty-eight hits!!" Hughes' heart pounded wildly: "Dead! Dead! Emperor Cantos is dead!! This is the death knell! This is the death knell of royal etiquette! Twenty-eight strokes, no more or no less! Only the death of the emperor can knock so many strokes! I have studied court etiquette all my life, and I will never forget it!!!"
At this time, a few close guards outside the door heard the movement inside and ran in. Seeing that the Governor was sitting on the ground, they hurried up to help. Hughes threw away the others, and suddenly jumped up with an unexpectedly agile posture. He grabbed a guard and said, "Did you hear clearly! Is it a bell! Is it a bell! !"
The guard was stunned, his head was shaken, and he stammered: "Sir, yes, yes..."
Hughes had let go of him and grabbed another person: "Is it twenty-eight! Is it twenty-eight!!"
This time, before his subordinates could answer, Hughes had let go of him again, and then the noble governor-general laughed wildly.
"Hahahahaha! I waited! I finally waited!! I waited!!!"
He laughed so much that the expression on his face was distorted, but he looked particularly hideous. Huo Ran pushed aside the guards beside him, his eyes turned blood red, and he shouted sharply: "Send order! All the flag regiment-level officers will discuss the military immediately!! Hurry up! Go, go, go!!!"
Some of the guards froze for a while, seeing the Governor-General being so rude, there was a guy who was very favored by the adults on weekdays and said wisely: "My lord, it is already so late now, many generals have already slept, left and right. There's nothing to do at night, so it's better to wait until tomorrow morning..."
Before the speaker finished speaking, Hughes slapped the person with red eyes and a slap in the face. With a clear snap, he threw the speaker directly to the ground. Hughes was already gnashing his teeth and looking murderous: "Let it go. Hourglass! I don't care what method you use, even if you get into the bed, you will drag me out! Send the order, if the sand and gravel are exhausted, if you still can't get the account, you will peel off this body and get out of my camp to live on your own. Kill yourself!"
Everyone saw that the Governor-General was so excited and such a fire of evil, everyone noticed it, and who dared to talk nonsense at this time, they all rushed out in a hurry, even the one who covered his mouth on the ground stumbled along with him. Crawled out with the crowd.
This chaos immediately caused the chickens to jump up in the army camp of the Armenian rebels. In all fairness, the Armenian rebels are well-equipped and well-trained, making them a strong army.
But the problem is that these days, Hughes, the boss, has put on a slack attitude and doesn't want to make progress, which makes the people below relax. Anyway, my own army doesn't need to go up to attack the city, so it's better for everyone to hide in the back and have a good time. The daily drills are still maintained, and the rest will be fucked. Even the officers went to bed early in the evening to raise their spirits.
It's your Hughes who beat the world today. You, Hughes, aren't in a hurry to be the boss. Are we still in a hurry
In the evening, Hughes suddenly gave such an urgent order, and the battalion suddenly became chaotic. Many officers had already fallen asleep, and some even drank some wine. When the drunk was dragged out of the bed, they were with some guards. There was a little friction, but after the rapid drumbeat came, these generals were really anxious, looking for armor, clothes, boots, horses, and chaos.
Fortunately, the original quality is still there. After the chaos, before the hourglass of Hughes' palace, everyone finally gathered.
The Armenian army, at this moment, has reached nearly 60,000 troops in the rebel camp, which is the strongest. These senior officers gathered in Hughes's palace were all at the flag regiment level, and twenty or thirty people left.
In the chamber, Hughes had already changed into a military uniform, put on his armor, a long sword hung from his waist, and his military boots were polished. There was a solemn atmosphere in the hall.
"You must all think that I've been insane recently. Many people say that I've lost my drive and that I'm doing things absurd." When Hughes threw out the first sentence, his tone was stern, and there were many generals immediately. His face changed, but then Hughes laughed three times and shouted: "Now I can tell you, I haven't changed!! I'm not old, I'm not faint, and I'm not thinking about making progress!! , I am nothing but waiting for an opportunity! Waiting for an opportunity to settle the overall situation in one fell swoop! Others attacked the city, but I pressed everyone to retreat, not because I was cowardly, but because I needed my soldiers to keep enough Energy and combat power, when this moment comes, can we seize this fleeting opportunity!"
Looking at the generals who were still looking at each other, Hughes sneered: "His Majesty the Byzantine Emperor Cantos is dead!"
boom!
This sentence was as shocking as the sky, and it immediately shocked everyone to change their color. No matter how much they endured, there was still a small noise in the hall.
Byzantine Emperor, dead? ! That Cantos, the Great Lancer, is actually dead? !
Although everyone is doing blatant rebellion and rebellion, after all, they have all lived under the banner of Byzantium for most of their lives. As a "Byzantine", the reverence for the emperor has been deeply rooted in the bones.
Although it was rebellious, it really shocked everyone when I heard the news that the emperor had died.
"Be quiet!" Hughes glared and shouted, and the people below straightened up one after another. Those with agile minds had already begun to stare at their leader, posing a gesture of eagerness to try!
"I only learned about this news... Hmph, pity the other leaders of the friendly forces, I'm afraid they won't be able to react until dawn! This is our chance!!"
Some generals immediately shouted excitedly: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty! The Byzantine Emperor is dead, is His Majesty taking us to take the opportunity to attack the city and take Osgilia!"
This question immediately attracted the approval of many people. For a time, everyone was gearing up and looking very happy.
"Yes! The emperor died, and the city must be in chaos!"
"Let's take the opportunity to attack the city, the guys in the other battalions haven't reacted yet, this Osgilia has already belonged to us!"
"Go into Osgilia!!"
Looking at the generals below who were eager to try, Hughes nodded in his heart. It seems that although these subordinates have been slack for a few days, their desire to fight is still there. He waved his hand and stood on it, his eyes swept across the audience: "Who said we were going to Osgilia!"
Generals: "… "
Everyone looks at me, I look at you, and they are all puzzled.
The emperor of the enemy died suddenly, and I thought it was a good opportunity for internal chaos. At this time, I took the opportunity to raid the city defense, and there was a great chance to conquer it in one fell swoop...
"Adric is a famous general of the empire, and he has an iron fist. Even if the emperor dies, but the city defense is in his hands. Even if it is a surprise attack, the opportunity may not be great." Hughes frowned: "Besides, Osgilia's City defense…”
Thinking of this "city of miracles", the city defense of this "first heroic city in the mainland", the city walls that are dozens of meters high, the dense arrow towers, the dense ballistas on the city defense... Many generals Hair is also a little numb.
The city defense of Osgilia is indeed terrifying. Hundreds of thousands of rebels have been gathered, and it has taken two months to achieve many effective results. In the past two months, everyone has been paying for their lives.
"Let's go northwest." Hughes sneered with a sullen face.
northwest? !
The generals were stunned for a moment, and then a wise man immediately showed an expression of sudden realization.
Northwest... Northwest... Isn't the Northwest Rodriguez cavalry? !
"Emperor Cantos is about to go, then the only heir to the throne of the empire is the Crown Prince Garcia! Garcia is in the Rodriguez cavalry army! I will take you to a night raid! Residential station! A sneak attack at night, the opponent never expected us to come so suddenly! And the emperor died, they must have received the news! Coupled with the strength of the force... As long as they can defeat the Rodriguez cavalry in one go..."
Hughes waved his hand in the air, clenched his fist tightly, and shouted: "I don't want Garcia! I want to see people! I want to see a corpse! The old emperor is dead, if the crown prince can be solved... Humph! The city of Asia is 100 meters high! Even if Adric in the city is the resurrection of Duke Tulip, this situation will never be reversed! Defeat the Rodriguez cavalry and kill Garcia! Osgilia, surrender without a fight!! "