In the early morning, a torrential rain suddenly fell on the sky of Osgilia, and the dense raindrops washed the city wantonly, as if taking away the last trace of warmth, and it was wet and cold everywhere.
The city guards guarding the city, their armor was slicked by the rain, and the soldiers stood in the rain, letting the rain flow down their necks into their close-fitting clothes, and the spears in their hands became slippery because of the rain.
On the Arc de Triomphe, the imperial eagle flag was still flying, but the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be getting lower and lower, almost burying the eagle flag in the chaos.
This rain seems to bring a chill!
Near the port area in the south of the city, at a remote small intersection, the door of a tavern was half-closed. The signboard of the tavern is rusted and swaying back and forth in the rain and cold wind, not making a creaking sound.
In the old days of peace, in the bustling port area, in the taverns and brothels, the merchant ships brought sailors from all over the world to the sea—those athletes who were used to fighting in the waves were willing to enjoy themselves when they went ashore. A taste of alcohol and women. Coming and going merchants, mercenaries, sailors, and travelers from all over the world, speaking all kinds of accents and languages, will fill the port area, and every tavern can be heard laughing, singing, and women's tips. The scuffle between the call and the drunk.
But now, the prosperity of the past is long gone, almost all the taverns in the port area have been closed, only a few scattered ones are still barely open-this is still a few days ago, a few days ago, with Randy The large amount of supplies brought in by the Sri Lankans also included a lot of alcohol that was trafficked in, and the prohibition against alcohol was immediately lifted by the imperial capital.
But even so, the port area is still so deserted, only occasionally a few city guards guarding the pier in the port area will walk into the tavern to have a few drinks during the changing of the guard.
This is exactly what the most prosperous port of this once-mainland city looks like today: dilapidated and deserted.
In this tavern, the owner behind the counter had already fallen asleep there, with a glass of remnant wine beside him.
The dozen or so tables in the tavern were all empty. Only in the corner, a figure was sitting alone. The barrel of ale on the table had already gone down halfway, while the roast leg of lamb in front of him was still moving. He didn't move, it was already cold, and the oil solidified there, a disgusting fat feeling.
The guests sitting there were still pouring ale cup by cup into their mouths. He was very bold, and every time he raised his hand, he poured half a cup. From the back, this person is extremely burly, with short hair, and the roots are like steel needles! The sleeves of both arms are lifted high, revealing thick and strong arms, but the arms are full of shocking scars!
The remaining half barrel of wine quickly entered his stomach. The drinker patted the table and drank in a deep and deep voice: "Bring another barrel!"
There were footsteps behind him, and then, a hand stretched out from behind and gently placed a wine barrel on the table, and then the owner of the hand slowly turned to the table, just before the guest's. Sit down in front of you.
The guest raised his eyelids and glanced at the man in front of him, as if he frowned slightly: "You?"
"it's me."
Having said that, the wine barrel has been opened. The man took the wine glass and scooped out a glass. He took a big sip first, relieved himself, and then scooped out another glass and placed it in front of the guest.
The guest sneered: "The dignified imperial general poured me a drink, shouldn't I be very moved? Hmph... General Ruhr?"
The expression on Ruhl's face was very calm, he just looked at the drinker and did not speak.
The guest picked up the cup in front of him, poured it into his mouth, wiped his mouth vigorously, and raised his eyebrows: "Tell me, come here to find me, what's the matter."
"I remember, you owe me a favor." Ruhl looked into each other's eyes.
After a moment of silence, the man finally nodded slowly: "Yes, that kid is indeed your help, and I do owe you a favor."
"Now, I'm here to ask you to repay this favor." Ruhl's eyes were sharp, staring at the other party's eyes.
Facing Ruer's sharp eyes like a knife, this man seemed to turn a blind eye, his expression was still so cold and indifferent, and even the corner of his mouth raised a disdainful smile: "Very good, what do you need? Kill? Or... "
"To deal with a person, a master, a very powerful master." Luer slowly exhaled, his voice solemn and solemn: "There is no one around me who is competent for this matter, I can only find you."
"Master?" The man's face became more and more disdainful: "Samurai? Or a magician?"
"Just in Osgilia... a samurai." Ruhr's answer was very simple, but the next sentence finally moved the other party: "... strong."
"… "
The face of this man suddenly changed, and those eyes that were drunk, suddenly forced to give off a compelling brilliance. Such eyes shot on Luer's face, and Luer couldn't help but subconsciously Shrinking his head back.
"...The strong." The man took a deep breath: "The strong in Osgilia, are you talking about..."
"It's the one in the palace." Ruhl said lightly.
The man suddenly grinned, and his whole body forced out a murderous aura: "In the palace? Ruhl, what do you want to do? Assassination? Or treason?"
"It's just a military remonstrance... Or rather, save the empire."
The flames in this man's eyes quickly dimmed. He lowered his head and savored Ruhl's words. After a while, he sneered: "Save this empire... Hmph, this kind of boring thing, you go find someone else. This empire ... it's so rotten, I have no interest in saving it, and it doesn't need me."
"You have to go." Ruhl shook his head: "You are my only hope. Without you, we would not be able to deal with the person in the palace. And we all know that as long as that person is by His Majesty's side, In this world, few people can move the emperor. So... "
"I said, I'm not interested." The man shook his head: "Saving the empire or something is shit in my opinion."
"You will go." Ruhr took a deep breath: "Because, what you are saying now is just words of resentment. Because, you know in your heart that if General Spahn is still alive, he will definitely do the same."
Having said that, Luer has already stood up, drank another drink, placed the glass heavily on the table, and said lightly: "Just after dawn, you will see the fire and smoke in the direction of the palace. At that time, we launched the time, and I hope you will show up then."
After saying this, Ruhl immediately turned around and walked towards the door.
"What if I don't go!" The man turned around and asked loudly, looking at Ruhl's back.
Ruhr stopped, he turned his head and looked at the man's face: "If you don't go, we will only die." His voice was low and contained a trace of sigh: "When the city was besieged in the past, General Spahn once said 'Chengpo, I, Spahn, should die!', today, that's all I can say!"
The man frowned fiercely and said solemnly, "Is it your ambassador, or... Adric?"
"Is there a difference?" Ruhl sneered: "Me, Adric, or General Spahn, we are all just for this empire. Mr. Yelin, I know you are strong and don't want to participate. This kind of worldly disputes, but today, if you don’t go, we will just die under the imperial city like General Spahn did in the past. But this way, we must go!”
The voice fell, and the figure of the fat man disappeared from the door.
In the tavern, Ye Lin sat there silently for a long time, and suddenly a complex smile appeared on his face.
"Die to die... Hey! Count to die!!"
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When the sky was clear, the rain seemed to slow down a little. Before dawn, the defenders of the Arc de Triomphe were surprised to find a number of messengers riding out of the city carrying documents issued by the military. Although these cavalrymen were all dressed in the service of ordinary messengers, they were obviously strong and strong men. After holding the warrant to let the city guards open the door, they quickly disappeared into the rain curtain.
Originally, it was just an ordinary passing of military orders, but after the sky was bright, the city guard finally realized that something was wrong!
At dawn, an army came from outside the city, but it was the Second and Ninth Corps originally stationed on the outskirts of Osgilia.
Entering the city from six gates respectively, they all showed orders from the military. The four flag regiments, with a total of ten thousand elites from the Central Army, drove straight into the imperial capital just when the sky was just dawning.
Several city gates on the eastern front of Osgilia, including the Arc de Triomphe where the city guards are located, almost all received the most urgent martial law order issued by the military at the same time in the morning. This military order is actually the Minister of Military Affairs. General Derek signed it in his own hand, and strictly ordered the guards at the gates to immediately close the gates and prohibit anyone from entering and leaving.
Once the city was sealed off, the city guards quickly closed the city gates.
Immediately, this heroic city was completely isolated from the outside world!
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In the morning, a temporary military camp in the northeast area of Osgilia.
This temporary military camp is located near a square in the northeast area of Osgilia. The construction of this barracks is entirely to accommodate the noble private army of King Qin who has been mobilized by many aristocratic families in the empire.
Originally, the garrison of Osgilia, even the central army, was stationed in the suburbs outside the city, and only the city guards guarded the imperial capital.
But among these aristocratic private armies, most of the leaders and leaders are children of nobles. How can they endure the hardships of garrisoning in the wild? Besides, the imperial city, such a great mainland city, is right in front of you. Who would be willing to leave the city alone and go to the wild outside the city to live in a barracks tent
And His Majesty also treated these nobles' private armies with special preferential treatment. He made an exception to allow the aristocratic private armies of several wealthy families to enter the city and stationed in the city.
The original order was to only allow the private armies of a few big families to enter the city, but when the order went down, the taste changed. The private armies of the big and small aristocrats, but most of them ran into the city and stationed in the city, and once they entered the city. He came, but he stayed in the city and refused to leave the city again.
No matter how these people came here, they came in the name of King Qin. Although the emperor was a little helpless about this, he couldn't force them to be expelled, so he had to acquiesce.
These gentlemen in the private armies of the nobles were stationed in the city, and they just wandered back and forth in the city with their personal guards and servants every day. Military discipline was also lax, and the barracks could not help but go in and out, and even some soldiers couldn't stand the loneliness and called prostitutes into the barracks for fun.
These aristocratic private armies have no formal training. Every night, they have to sing and sing until midnight, and the next day, they often don't get up until the sun is drying their buttocks.
The leading gentlemen above are all doing this, so why are the sergeants at the bottom still idle
A large military camp is full of chaos every day, with idle people waiting to come in and out, drinking alcohol at will in the army, and even playing games, it is just a common thing, as for the guards of the garrison camp, it is even more useless.
This morning, only the soldiers yawned and ran to the entrance of the barracks, reminded the soldiers who were dozing under the camp wall with one foot, scolded a few words, and then climbed up to the guard tower, just to look out, but Immediately wake up from a hangover!
Just outside the barracks, a dark team had already blocked the camp gate! The sword is like a forest, and the armor is shining! But they are all wearing the clothes of the Central Army of the Empire!
The guards at the camp gate rushed in to report, but the nobles were still dreaming in their barracks, and many even held white flowers in their beds.
It wasn't until about an hour later that the camp was in a panic, and finally there was a chaotic noise in the whole camp. The leaders of the private armies of the nobles woke up from their beds and ran out in a panic. Many people didn't understand. What happened until someone shouted, ran to the camp gate to watch, and ran back in a panic...
Soon, the news that the Central Army surrounded the camp finally spread.
Some aristocratic private army leaders were more flexible in their minds, and immediately noticed that something was wrong, and they ran back to their tents and ordered to line up. Some were more reckless, and ran directly to the camp gate to yell and scold the Central Army outside for their reckless actions.
But no matter what, the dark and oppressive Central Army outside kept a chilling silence! The queue is just outside, and the formation is strict, even the bows in the hands of the soldiers are half!
A few nobles who were not very clever rushed outside the camp to yell and scold, but after only two shouts, the Central Army on the opposite side swept over with a shower of arrows unceremoniously. Was shot by random arrows into a hedgehog!
Seeing this scene, everyone really panicked! Those Central Army troops blocked the camp gate, but they dared to let go and kill! Isn't it... Isn't it... Isn't it the other way around? !
The Central Army is back? ! Once everyone came to this conclusion, everyone's face was really pale.
The leaders of the private armies of the nobles gathered together, and everyone was in a panic. How could anyone come up with an idea
Finally, after a long time of chaos, the two most powerful leaders of the clan were elected. The two elected, tremblingly went up to the guard tower and were about to shout to the outside, but suddenly they saw the central army outside. A horse dashed out and rushed to almost the gate of the camp. He raised his hand and shot an arrow. With a slam, the shaft of the arrow was nailed to the wooden fence of the tower, and a roll of cotton was tied.
"Listen to the people in the battalion! This is the military order from the military commander Adric! Now Osgilia is under military control! Our Central Army has been ordered to take over the city defense! Your troops are temporarily stationed in the camp, and they are not allowed to enter or leave, and do not cause any trouble. Don't make any noise, wait for orders on the spot! If anyone moves without permission during the period, they will all be killed with military law!"
This was repeated twice, the knight outside was full of anger, the voice came in, and everyone at the door was listening carefully, and then everyone's faces became pale as paper!
Military control
Adric
No trespassing... shoot to kill? !
Anyone with a little brain now understands what happened!
This... it's a big mess! !
After a moment of shock, several noble leaders shouted.
"We are nobles!!!"
"We are a private army, and the military has no power to order us!"
"Why does Adric imprison us!!"
"That Scarface is going to rebel!!"
"There are 20,000 to 30,000 people in our camp, why are we afraid of him, rush out and kill these untouchables!!"
In the midst of the chaos, there are indeed a few that have really moved.
Whether it's true loyalty to the royal family, or just a simple and reckless mind. Several nobles immediately called their subordinate private army angrily, and ordered to line up and rush out of the camp.
But what about these private armies? What's more, in the private army of the nobles in the city, a selection was made before the Duke of Minas went south, and the slightly decent ones were selected into the army of the southern expedition. Where would the rest of these people have any good things?
A few sparse teams were forced by Shangguan to rush out of the camp gate, but they were greeted by an unceremonious wave of arrows from the Central Army!
These central troops are the real elites of the imperial capital. They were originally the second and ninth corps of the central army, and they have experienced countless bloody battles in the defense of the imperial capital. Where can these rabble be able to compete
The private army of the nobles rushed three times, and the first time they rushed out of the camp a hundred paces away, but the last two times, despite the urging of the gentlemen behind, the team was sparse and unwilling to move forward. The only result was that hundreds of corpses were thrown outside the camp.
The last time, even before the team rushed out of the door, the Central Army on the opposite side suddenly sounded the charge horn, and a team of Central Army killed them out, which scared the courage of these noble masters, and hurriedly ordered the camp door to be closed.
Finally, after an emergency consultation with several noble leaders in the camp, a white flag was quickly hoisted on the guard tower at the gate of the camp.
Soon, according to the requirements of the Central Army, the gate of the garrison's camp was opened, and the noble private army in the camp was required to line up to accept the command of the Central Army.
The noble private army lined up to hand in their weapons, and then everyone lined up and sat down on the square in the camp under the strict surveillance of the central army.
Just when the nobles were sitting on pins and needles and feeling uneasy, in the morning, there was a movement in the direction of the palace!
From the bell tower in the palace, there is an urgent bell! This is exactly the tradition of the empire. Every time there is an emergency, the big bell in the palace is tolled, and the king of the army in the city is called.
At this moment, such a bell sounded, and suddenly all the noble leaders were shocked!
Palace! The palace bell is ringing! These Central Army are really the opposite! They must have attacked the palace!