"I want to live!!" Garcia suddenly screamed, screaming at the old prime minister: "I want to live!!!"
At such a close distance, Garcia's spit even sprayed on the old prime minister's face.
After being stunned for a moment, the old prime minister immediately said loudly: "No! Your Majesty! We must not escape now!!"
"Can't escape? Do you sit here and wait? Wait for the rebels to come here, break through the gate of the palace, kill in this great hall, and then cut off my head like slaughtering cattle and sheep?!"
Garcia screamed, shaking away like a leaf in the cold wind.
The old prime minister understood that this young emperor was really about to collapse, and he was terrified!
"no!!"
The old man also stood up, he stopped in front of the emperor, and quickly said: "Your Majesty! You can't go! You are the king of the empire! If you leave here now, the empire will have no emperor and no hope!!"
"Hope?! Do we still have hope! Don't you hear the movement outside! Those rebels have entered the city!!"
"Your Majesty..."
"They're out there! I'm sitting here and I can hear them! They're cheering, they're killing me, they're going to kill me, they're going to chop off my head! Hang my body on the On the gate!"
"Your Majesty..."
"I can smell them! You know what? I can smell them! I can smell them!!"
The young emperor's voice was already a little crazy.
The old prime minister took a deep breath, stared at Garcia, suddenly gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and threw it away.
Snapped! ! !
There was a crisp sound, and the sound was withdrawn in the huge hall, even with a clear echo.
Garcia seemed to be stunned. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his cheek, and looked at the old courtier in front of him in surprise, as if after a while, he said, "You... you... you actually hit me. ?"
"Your Majesty!" the old prime minister shouted in a deep voice, "I offended you, and you can punish me in the future. But now, I absolutely cannot let you leave the palace! I know you are scared now, and I can tell you that all of us We are all scared! But please don’t forget your identity! You are the emperor of the Byzantine Empire, the king of the empire! The glory of the Kronma family is all on you! If you leave here today, then the Kronma family The glory of the millennium will disappear! What you lose is not the glory of yourself, but the glory of your surname 'Kerenma'! All your ancestors and emperors of all dynasties will be ashamed for this! Even in the most difficult moments in history, no emperor has ever done such a thing in the Renma royal family. Never, no, an emperor has ever escaped from Osgilia! If you do this today Well, then not only the empire will perish, but the glory of the entire royal family for thousands of years has been smashed in your hands!!”
The old prime minister grabbed the emperor's sleeve and pointed in the direction of the gate: "At the moment, there are loyal soldiers of the empire fighting for you! They have not given up!! In the capital city, there are countless others. Loyal people are shedding the last drop of blood for this empire!! If you walk away, will you be worthy of this empire! Will you be worthy of your ancestors, worthy of those who died loyally for you!"
The young emperor froze there.
Garcia is not really that kind of cowardly person, but the blow of this failure shattered his confidence. He has also made enough efforts for this empire. When he was in the Roderian cavalry army, he also experienced the front line of the war and shared weal and woe with the soldiers. He is not a timid person, but he is experiencing After all this, in the face of the final defeat, his confidence collapsed and he was unable to make a correct judgment.
When the old man and the young man were looking at each other, suddenly the door of the main hall was knocked open again, and with the sound of the armor colliding, a tall and majestic figure strode in.
General Spahn's face was ashen, and he slowly walked over with a sharp sword in hand. He knelt down on one knee less than ten paces away from the two of them, and the long sword was inserted into the ground in front of him.
General Spahn lowered his head deeply: "Your Majesty!"
Emperor Garcia suddenly used a trembling voice: "Span! I will let you gather the horses, gather the cavalry to protect me to the port, are your people ready?"
Spahn didn't speak, his eyes swept over the old prime minister standing aside, and finally landed on the blade of the sword in front of him.
On the blade of the sword, blood was clearly visible.
"Your Majesty." General Spahn's voice was very stern: "I have gathered all the horses in the palace, and all the cavalry I have brought together..."
Garcia's eyes were obviously shaken, and his voice trembled again: "Okay, okay, you immediately follow my order, let them line up outside... Escort me to the pier, we, get on the boat... Go to sea... "
In the end, the young emperor didn't even dare to look up to meet the old prime minister's eyes.
Just when Salon Bonelli's eyes were full of despair...
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I can't carry out this order of yours."
General Spahn suddenly raised his head and met the emperor's eyes: "I can't do it."
Garcia's eyes shrank suddenly: "You, what did you say?"
"The more than 500 cavalry I brought, and the horses in the palace, all gathered together, all together, a total of 671 horses... Now they have all been killed!" Spahn's voice , At this moment, he became surprisingly calm, he looked at Emperor Garcia flatly: "Your Majesty, I personally ordered, I'm sorry, I used your name fraudulently, and I asked the soldiers to slaughter all the horses! Now inside and outside the palace, there is no longer a live warhorse to be found!"
Garcia screamed, took a few steps back in embarrassment, and stared at General Spahn: "You, what did you say? You actually disobeyed my order! Spahn! Spahn!!!"
Spahn stood up slowly: "Your Majesty, slaughter all the war horses. At this moment, all the soldiers in the army have given up the option of fleeing! We will defend the palace and coexist with the empire! And you... Your Majesty, please join us! "
thump!
The emperor's body fell down, and he sat on the ground in embarrassment.
However, Spahn seemed to have suddenly let go of all hesitations and concerns in his heart. The general turned around, and actually stopped looking at the emperor on the ground, and strode towards the door of the main hall.
When he reached the door, Spahn turned around and looked at the emperor: "Your Majesty, if the enemy enters the imperial city, there is only one possibility - stepping on my body! This is the only thing I can assure you. Please. Forgive me for disobeying your orders, but this is Spahn's last loyalty to the Empire."
After speaking, the general slowly withdrew from the door of the main hall.
The old prime minister suddenly let out a long sigh, his eyes looked a little complicatedly outside the door, and then looked at the emperor sitting on the ground.
The old man bent over and picked up his sword from the ground. It was so close that he didn't even reach out to help the emperor sitting on the ground.
"His Majesty."
The old prime minister patted his clothes lightly, flicked the dust off his knees, then wiped off the blood on the blade of his sword with his sleeve, looked at the emperor with a calm tone, "There is nothing to worry about now. Regardless of the final outcome, now you have at least one option..."
"Choice, do I still have a choice?" Garcia's voice seemed to calm down, with a sneer and mockery.
"Yes, choose." The old prime minister nodded and stared into Garcia's eyes: "At least, at this last moment, you can choose to be honorable and choose to stand honorably."
After speaking, the old prime minister no longer looked at the emperor, and with the sword in his hand, turned around and strode away.
In the hall, it suddenly became deathly silent.
Garcia could clearly hear his breathing and even his heartbeat. He sat on the ground, and he didn't know how long it took. At this moment, time seemed to have completely stopped.
"...Do I really have a choice?"
The young emperor suddenly turned his head and looked into the corner: "What if I order you to protect me from leaving the palace and leave Osgilia, and I order you to protect me on board and go to sea?"
In the corner, the silent middle-aged man seemed to step out of the darkness: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I will refuse your order. I am willing to die for you, but not in such a way as to help you escape. If the rebels do get here, I won't let anyone hurt you until I shed the last drop of blood. But other than that... I'm sorry, I won't leave!"
Garcia listened and suddenly laughed, his laughter was a little crazy.
"Hahahaha! What a choice! What a choice! You all have choices, only I don't have a choice! What choice do you leave me? Am I a coward!!!"
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Outside the palace, most of those noble ministers have dispersed. Some of them were unable to wait for the emperor's news, and they were lost in the chaos. Some of them were the old prime minister and General Spahn who were walked out of the hall. chased away.
The old prime minister's words to these people are simple: "If you are afraid of death, find a place to escape and hide yourself! If you still have a little courage and dignity, take up arms and prepare to do your last loyalty for the empire."
Obviously, not everyone in this world has the courage and dignity to face death.
At least half of those noble ministers ran away, and the rest of these people may not be all loyal from the heart, some people are just in this situation, there is no other place to escape, no It can be hidden elsewhere.
Spahn has not continued to waste time here, he has left the gate of the main hall to rectify the armament, and seize the last time to arrange defense.
The soldiers ran back and forth, dismantling many buildings in the palace, door panels, tables and chairs, and all the wood that could be used. The palace's arsenal has been opened, and some of the remaining weapons in storage have all been moved out. Even the servants in the palace are armed. Although I don't know how much these guys can use when the war comes, but here When it comes to planting, it is good to add even half a point of strength.
But everyone was still in fear, because in the palace, the young emperor still did not show up.
A strong bloody smell filled the air, not human blood, but horse blood!
Everyone knew that all the war horses had been slaughtered, and without the war horses, no one had the courage to run away when the rebels had entered the city and did not know where they were around the palace.
The city was full of riots, and without war horses, there would be no possibility of escape.
Even Spahn had ordered the gates of the palace to be blocked.
Finally, just outside the palace, when many noble ministers looked desperate, behind them, the heavy palace door opened.
The young emperor finally appeared.
Although his face was still blue and gray, and although his eyes were still a little frightened, he finally appeared.
The emperor no longer held the scepter in his hand, but a sharp long sword, and his body was no longer the gorgeous and powerless robe, but a new and bright armor.
Even so, when the emperor appeared on the steps of the palace in uniform, the people below cheered.
Even the guards in the distance, those guards, the Imperial Forest Army, also saw their emperor standing at the door of the main hall, holding a sword and wearing armor.
The soldiers raised their weapons, roared, and waved swords at the emperor.
Although the old prime minister's face was still gloomy, his eyes finally became more alive. He immediately came over, stood under the steps in front of the emperor, and exhaled: "Your Majesty, you have made a correct decision."
"Hopefully."
Garcia was expressionless and answered coldly.
The morning light has gradually become clear, and at this moment, in the direction of the distant city gate, a loud horn sounded far away. Although the sound of the horn was a bit intermittent due to the wind, it clearly fell in everyone's ears!
The soldiers in the palace castle, everyone could hear the horn, and couldn't help but look at the direction from which the horn sounded.
Spahn's eyes were even more excited, and he quickly jumped over the city wall: "It's the Arc de Triomphe! The direction of the Arc de Triomphe, the Troika!! It's Adric! It must be him! He's telling us that they are still there! They just there!!"
He turned back immediately and shouted loudly: "Blow the trumpet! Blow the trumpet to respond to them! Tell them with the trumpet sound, we are here to stand! We will never retreat!!"
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Just this morning, on this cold winter morning. Osgilia, the thousand-year-old capital, the first city on the mainland, this city that is known to never fall, the city gate was breached by the rebels, the city was full of fire and chaos, the rebels entered the city in large numbers, and the empire was called the end of the day. .
In the sky above the city, there is a mighty and majestic trumpet of victory.
The last defender of the empire, under the city gate, in the palace, blew the horn at the same time, so that the sound of the horn condenses over the city and does not disperse!
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"The emperor doesn't seem to be running away."
At the end of a secluded street in the city, where the chaos has not yet spread, standing on the roof of a small building, a young woman sighed softly. Beside her was a tall figure with purple hair and purple eyes. But he was silent, staring at the direction where the trumpet of the city gate came from.
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At the harbour dock, one by one large ships flying the Lantis flag have left the coast. In one of the largest warships, the bearded Ghislent is standing on the bridge, quietly staring at the fire. Osgilia, the continuous sound of the trumpet rang in the ear, mixed with the sound of the sea wind and waves.
"Don't wait, Gisslent."
Behind Ghisrent, the handsome young Lantis sighed softly: "It seems that their emperor will not escape here. Obviously, these Byzantines are more than we imagined. courage."
Jislent turned around and smiled, looking at the young man behind him: "His Royal Highness, although I am a little disappointed, I have to say that I admire these Byzantines. Now... It's time for us to appear."
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History is like an abominable river. When you think the wind and waves are calm, unexpected waves will suddenly arise.
In the winter of this year, on this night, everything that happened in Osgilia seemed to have brought the situation on the mainland, which had already stabilized, into an unknowable new direction.
And the people who are affected by this unexpected "turning" are far more than those who are in the center of the vortex of Osgilia...
What is still unknown at this moment is that the arrival of this wave has the greatest impact, but it is not these peerless imperial generals or emperors or ministers who are in the vortex.
The real influence is far-reaching, but it is a small role in the northern country who has not yet officially stepped into the center of the stage...
Xia Ya crouched on the horse's back, lowered his body tightly, and tried his best to stick his body on the horse's back. The gust of wind whistled past his ears, the sound of hooves around and behind him, and the nervous shouts of the knights. came right beside him.
The horse team galloped on the road of the wilderness and plain, galloping all the way north.
In his heart, there seemed to be something madly growing like weeds!
time! time! ! time! !
Galloping north all the way, although Xi Ya was still on horseback, his heart seemed to have flown thousands of miles to Denzel City.
"The city of Osgilia is broken, how can I be so unlucky! Shouldn't this damn city never fall?!" Xiaya cursed the heavens in his heart.
All the original plans have been disrupted!
He knew very well in his heart how much the situation in Osgilia had affected the little warlord on the frontier! Whether the empire can survive is at stake for his so-called "last imperial resistance force in the north"!
No matter what plans were made before, after getting this news, at least one fact is obvious: all plans must be made in advance!
"Lao Tzu's army has not been reorganized yet! The armament is not fully stocked! Not even all winter clothes... There are food, morale, weapons, military expenses... Everything is not ready..." Xia listened to the ear. The wind whistled, and he cursed wildly in his heart: "How the blink of an eye, it's all fucking changed!"
"Little Xia, I have a hunch." Dora's voice came from the back of her mind.
"what?"
"No matter how much you curse, it can't change the fact." Dora's voice was somewhat mocking: "You must be on stage ahead of time, on this stage ahead of time!"