Another tall and serious old man in military uniform entered the tent after Duke Lotel, the famous "butcher" Duke Arlelian.

The Duke of Lotel and the Duke of Arlelian saluted the emperor from afar, and then walked towards the throne.

Seeing two close ministers, Richard Lieyang put away his doting smile when he faced his eldest son, but he did not show the majesty that he could not look directly at when he met the petitioner.

The Duke of Allyn stopped in front of the throne, while the Duke of Lorthel walked openly to the throne, picked up Prince Henry and placed it on his shoulders.

"Your Majesty, I heard that you gave 30,000 Guer shields just now as soon as you raised your hand." The little Duke Lotel teased with a little reproachful meaning: "So generous. When can you be so generous to me?"

"That ring will come back." Richard Lieyang said lightly.

"Since you said you would come back, it will definitely come back, and I'm not worried." Duke Little Lotel changed his tone and asked the emperor with a smile as if he was inadvertently: "Your Majesty, the two sons of Duke Bagrum's old guy have been kneeling for a day and a night, otherwise you will be kind and see them?"

"No hurry." Richard Lieyang stroked the hilt of the sword: "I don't want to accept their surrender yet."

"Then when do you think?" asked the little Duke of Lotel helplessly.

"When they are afraid enough, when they are afraid enough, when they are afraid anymore, when they dare not have the idea of ​​rebellion."

"I think they are already scared enough now. If you really want to wait until you are completely satisfied with that day, I'm afraid there will be only mice left in the treasury." The little Duke Lotel spread his hands and said in a very bitter tone: "I'll tell you first, I'm a pauper now, and I'm still counting on you to give me a salary to live!"

Richard Lieyang frowned slightly: "Didn't your father just hand over to you the real estate in the suburbs?"

"It's all gone." Duke Lortare replied lightly.

“All spent?”

"It's all gone! Women, wine, horses, beautiful clothes..." Duke Lorthel touched his beard and said proudly: "I was so angry that the Duke swears in front of the statue--unless he dies, I will never give me a silver coin."

Richard Lieyang sighed helplessly and wanted to laugh. He was always unable to get angry at his favorite brother-in-law.

After pondering for a moment, Li looked at the Duke of Aryan standing under the throne and asked in a deep voice: "Are they scared enough?"

The butcher duke carved with the roots of a coiled tree nodded slightly and replied coldly and rigorously: "In the time of a generation, there will be no more traitors in the Principality of Bagrum dare to go against your will."

"Okay, get ready." Richard calmly declared with his back against the throne: "Then I will meet the two sons of Old Bagrum."

The Duke of Allyn bowed and quit the palace tent.

The little Duke Lotel pinched the little Henry's nose, put the prince back to his seat, and looked at the emperor: "I'll go and prepare it too."

After saying that, he bowed his head slightly and still walked out of the palace tent gracefully.

"Let's go." Richard Lieyang hung his sword, picked up the crowned helmet, and patted his son on the shoulder: "First fulfill the royal obligations, and then I'll take you to see the pony."

The emperor was about to call his servants to enter the tent, but Prince Henry, who had not interrupted casually, finally asked his last question: "Dad, I think... if you only give the last person money, it should not solve his problem."

Richard Lieyang turned his head to look at his eldest son. This time his eyes were no longer doting, but surprise and relief: "Why do you say that?"

Little Henry lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers: "The last person petitioned because the dean of the monastery is bad. If you just give him money, he will continue to be bullied by the dean of the bad monastery..."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "What do you think you should do?" Richard asked encouragedly.

Little Henry replied tentatively: "Don't let that bad monastery be the monastery again?"

"My son, you're right." Richard picked up his eldest son and placed the latter on the throne, lowered his body and looked straight with his eldest son.

He said word by word: "But I cannot replace the dean of Kempson Monastery."

"Why?" Little Henry asked in confusion: "Aren't you the emperor?"

Richard Lieyang was talking to another adult, and he explained seriously: "Because all the monastery deans in the Principality of Bagrum are bad guys, if I deal with Kempson's dean, everyone in charge of the other monasteries will be in danger; the personnel appointments of the monasteries are the power of the church, and if I force the church to obey, the church will be dissatisfied.

The church has a lot of money, and I need it; I have just conquered and humiliated the nobles of the Principality of Bagrum, and will then proceed to weaken their power. If at this time, push the church to the side of the dissatisfied nobles, Bagrum will sooner or later start to stir up trouble again."

"But..." Little Henry became more and more confused: "What should he do if the last petitioner?"

"Listen well, Henry Lieyang." Richard Lieyang called out his first son's full name, which made the latter tremble subconsciously. He said coldly: "What is important is not to save people with low status, but to the rule of the Lieyang family - my rule, and your rule in the future."

The emperor looked straight into the eyes of the eldest son: "You don't need to help them, save them, help them get rid of the fate of the deadly cycle - it's enough to reap their loyalty and gratitude."

...

[Ten minutes later]

Little Henry followed the emperor out of the palace tent. The sun shone brightly outside the tent, making Little Henry subconsciously stretch out his hand to block his eyebrows.

Outside the palace tent separated by a curtain is an amazing military camp. More than 20,000 soldiers and servants are like ants in an ant colony, acting in accordance with the rules they only understand in the military camps built around the palace tent.

Fully armed cavalry and spearmen came and went, with the sound of axles, the neighing of horses, and the shouts. The entire military camp was like a small town, very lively.

The "thunder" absorbed by the camel velvet tapestries hanging inside the palace tent showed its true power, no longer a dull echo, but a deafening roar after another.

Accompanied by the roar and gushing smoke, solid stone balls and iron balls flew quickly towards the castle on the hills in the distance, hitting the chest wall and tower like a heavy hammer, smashing the solid walls into pieces and dust.

Bagroom Castle - once considered an indestructible castle, once considered a castle that never fell, and once made the Duke of Bagroom proud, it is now surrounded by the emperor's army.

The shells flew from all directions to the castle standing alone on the hills. Under the continuous bombardment of heavy artillery, the Bagrum Castle, which was originally looking down on all living beings, was like a fragile boat, gradually shattered and on the verge of disintegration in the storm of gunpowder smoke.

It's only a matter of time before the fall of Bagroom Castle - no one will have any questions about it.

"Your Majesty." The Duke of Allyn walked to the emperor and nodded to report: "It's ready."

"Very good." The emperor just nodded without showing any emotion. He stepped on the stirrup and looked at the Lords of Bagrum who had just swore allegiance to the palace tent: "Please follow me! Friends! I have something to show you--bring the son of Duke Bagrum!"

Let's talk, the emperor raised his horse whip and rode his horse away.

The newly-fighted lord, the palace nobles and the two sons of Duke Bagrum followed the emperor's hoof prints and came to the fortifications of the siege.

The warrior Richard proudly stayed in front of a cannon base, less than 100 meters away from the castle on the hill. From his location, the tragic situation of the tortured Bagrum Castle can be clearly seen.

The cannons are still roaring.

Every time the deafening cannon sounded, Duke Bagrum's two sons would tremble subconsciously, and their faces became even more bloodless.

However, Richard looked calm, as if the sound of cannons had no effect on him.

"Dear lords, congratulations." During the gap between the cannon fire, the emperor glanced at all the nobles present and spoke coldly: "Today, you stand on the side of the winner."

The emperor drew out his sword and pointed to the cannon in front of him: "Today, I offer you--"

In the center of the cannon, two gunners slowly pulled away the black mask, and a giant cannon that was unimaginable in size revealed its true face.

"The Wrath of the Fierce Sun." The emperor said expressionlessly.

The air seemed to solidify, and the cannon was silent near the cannon.

People were shocked by the size of the cannon - it was so huge that it could even easily contain an adult man in the cannon chamber.

It is precisely because of its amazing size that it is extremely difficult to carry. In fact, the emperor did not try to carry it at all, but cast this giant cannon outside the Bagrum Castle after the siege began.

So in the previous month of siege, this giant cannon was never used - because it had not been cast yet.

And today, it is its first appearance.

The emperor coldly ordered: "Open fire!"

The gunner ignited the medicine twist and then quickly withdrew from the cannon base. As the long gunpowder twist burned to the end, a roar that made everyone present exploded at the cannon base.

A giant stone bomb burst out from the muzzle, and under the gaze of everyone around the castle, it hit the waist of the tower at the main entrance of Bagrum Castle.

The shaking tower finally could no longer bear the destruction, and collapsed with a terrifying crack and scream.

After a moment of silence, the fortifications around the castle burst into a shocking cheer. The emperor's soldiers waved their fists and beat their armor and weapons desperately, cheering for the devastating blows of the fury of the fiery sun.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Someone spontaneously sang the hymn of "Warrior Richard", and the song became louder and louder, and eventually turned into a chorus of all soldiers.

The emperor himself patted the smoke of gunpowder on his armor, looked at Duke Bagrum's eldest son and second son, and easily announced: "Now, I accept your surrender."

The eldest son and second son of Duke Bagrum fell to the ground with a plop.

The emperor looked up at his courtiers and vassals and smiled tolerantly: "Come on! Companies! Let us drink as before! Feast! Music! Celebrate victory with all our heart!"

In the military camp not far away, musicians played hymns appropriately. The palace nobles and fiefs nobles all smiled and cheered for the emperor's victory.

When the emperor walked towards the barracks and passed by the sons of Duke Bagrum, he warned coldly: "This is also the last time I accept your surrender."

After saying that, he never looked at the two of them again and rode his horse away. Duke Bagrum's eldest son and second son crawled on the ground, no one dared to look up at him.

The nobles who followed the emperor to the cannon building also left one after another.

Not far away, the Duke of Aryan, who prepared all this for the emperor, blinked. Only the familiar servants realized that the Duke was shaking his head.

According to the Duke's plan, the Wrath of the Sun should be displayed publicly after full trial.

It should not be used in this way, because the cannon that has just been cast may have fatal flaws - so it cannot be used less than twenty meters away from the emperor.

"However, members of the Lieyang family always like to create a little drama." The sculpture-like old duke thought silently: "There is also the madness hidden deep in the bones."

...

Little Henry was not taken to the cannon, he was handed over to the queen's grand palace maid to take care of.

It took not long for the emperor to return. Then the music played and the feast began. The people who survived the war, regardless of the common people and nobles, were celebrating victory indulge indulgence.

The great palace maid held Little Henry and happily went to the seat of the royal family at the banquet - the end of the war means she can return to the palace as well.

Only ten steps away from his father, a dusty messenger rushed past Henry and the great palace maid and almost ran into the two.

The great palace maid was not allowed to scold him. The messenger had already arrived at the emperor with the priest's side. He knelt on one knee and said something, and then took out a letter from his arms.

The emperor took the letter, took off the lacquer seal, and read it.

Little Henry saw that the satisfaction and joy of victory disappeared in his father's face.
To be continued...