"The Palace of Rude is not very good." The fat man rode on his horse, surrounded by a group of generals of the Falcon Dynasty, squinted his eyes and looked at the majestic building complex with thick smoke in front of him, and patted his palms with a horse whip. The fat man's eyes seemed a little absent-minded, and the generals behind him also stopped fighting horses.

"Please enter the palace" Hu Keqi came over from the front on a horse, stopped in front of the fat man, and reported the report with a respectful expression.

Behind him, the white palace gate made of marble was occupied by the Falcon Guards cavalry. Thousands of cavalry wearing black armor extended along both sides of the central road of the palace. The swords drooped and flashed with a snow-like luster, reflecting in the evening sunset.

In the evening, the Royal Palace of Rude appears a bit desolate in the afterglow of the sunset. The 20-meter-high bright red exterior wall leaves a large shadow behind the sunset. On the slightly dark city wall, deep gaps appear from time to time, as if they were smashed by huge rocks. These gaps silently tell the unknown storms that have happened in the hundreds of years of the founding of Rude. Now, the gate of this century-old Kyoto has been opened in front of the Falcon Army.

To be fair, the palace in front of me is quite gorgeous. In front of me is a green green tree plaque that is 100 meters wide, like a golden green flower ball. Large areas extend along the towering mountain to the distance. The entire palace looks hazy under the late autumn sunshine, and you can vaguely see the pointed roof exposed inside the gate.

Round statues, white marble sculptures, wide and straight main roads, even the Nords who lack artistic sense have enough time to build the palace in front of them for hundreds of years. This was once a luxurious Kyoto filled with all kinds of drunken and ecstasy.

What a beautiful palace. The generals looked excited at the palace shrouded in the sunset.

"The palace, the palace of the Rude people" the general's eyes shone and he muttered to himself in a low voice. {

Friends uploaded update}(1_1) Even though the fierce war and the fire burned away a corner, the majestic and wide palace walls blocked most of the sight, the meaning of this building was enough to bring excitement that everyone could not hide.

This is the last Kyoto in the southern and southern part of Icardiva. Conquering her will mark the reunification of the central and southern parts of the country that has been turbulent for hundreds of years and are once again unified by their powerful lords. This is the beginning of a glorious era that is enough to make any general of the Falcon Dynasty in this era proud. Occupying it will be the highest honor of being a warrior

"Everyone, let's go in and have a rest." The fat man could hear the heavy breathing sound of the generals coming from behind him. He raised the whip in his hand, and the horse turned into a swift phantom and rushed into the gate of the Ruode Palace.

In mid-November, after nearly 70 days of strategic advance, the Falcon Army, with more than 50,000 casualties, gained the dominance of the war against the Rude people with two attacks. It successfully achieved its strategic goal to capture the Rude Kyoto, in order to quickly control other areas of the Rude Kingdom,

The fat man ordered the two cavalry flag regiments of the Falcon Central Army. In addition, the nearly 20,000 light cavalry dispatched from the West Coojit grassland, and the two local flag regiments in the southern region, a total of nearly 35,000 light cavalry and 15,000 infantrymen quickly moved south along the road leading to the south of Kyoto,

The Rude area, which had lost its main force, chose to surrender almost without even resisting. In fact, they lacked the force to resist, because the famine in the south made most of the area deserted, and the impact of hungry people and refugees almost destroyed the rule of the local lords.

When the Falcon Army, which was heading south with a large number of black-skinned mai, arrived, the hungry refugees of Rued were pleased to accept the question of changing their names, especially after learning that they could obtain their own land.

In December, the Wikia Falcon issued the Falcon Declaration, based on its promise to guarantee the rights of the Rodians equally with other ethnic groups, and announced that it would establish a marriage with Yaghelen, the heir of the Rodian royal family. Driven by a series of favorable news, the situation in Germany, which had been turbulent for a year was quickly calmed down, and a large number of refugees began to return home from Kyoto.

In their minds, the war has ended and forever, and they can live peacefully now. Prince Agrolida, who was besieged in Herusburg, left a letter of guilt after learning about the fall of Kyoto, and then committed suicide by drinking poison in his bedroom.

The 30,000 Remnants of Rude who left him, after several hopeless breakthroughs and learning that he had received pardon from His Majesty the Falcon, surrendered to the Falcon Dynasty army surrounding Herusburg very happily. The Fourth Local Legion and the July Scarlet Legion stationed in the south of Rude also chose to change the flag and change the flag and swear allegiance to the Falcon Dynasty, under the pressure of tens of thousands of Falcon cavalry.

In January of the following year, while the gurgling water was still flowing under the ice, with the advice of everyone, the fat man accepted the suggestion of the Falcon Empire, built the capital in Paraven, the millennium center of the mainland, and established the falcon battle flag as the imperial flag, and the white thorn flowers as the national flag. On the land of this thousand-year imperial capital, he began the history of his legendary empire.

Falcon Empire Kyoto, Parabu

The cold raindrops in January fell on the streets, splashing white water, and looked like petals under the dim light. The drizzle accompanied by the cold wind blew on the windows of the houses, making crackling sounds. Although it was not very big, it was enough to disturb the good dreams of Kyoto citizens.

"Bang" the water on the street was crushed and sputtered onto the roadside cornerstone by a speeding wheel. This year's winter came very quickly, and the temperature in January had dropped to a level of icy. The cold brought a lot of trouble to the lives of residents, but no one had any extra time to complain about these.

Since the Falcon Empire's peak capital, in just over half a month, in the suburbs of this metropolis that has experienced thousands of years of storms and witnessed countless dynasties, the Ministry of Imperial Affairs has collected one-third of Kyoto's manpower and fully expanded the territory of the imperial capital. On the basis of the original, it has built three large markets to renovate the old ports. The goods mobilized from these ports every day show the infinite vitality of the empire's new Kyoto.

A carriage drove heavily through the bustling street hanging on the lantern. The horse's hooves splashed cold water, and the wheels slowly ran through the puddles, and also splashed radioactive water.

The coachman was wearing a thick cotton coat. Although his cold face was pale and his body was curled up and trembling, he still kept waving the whip and adjusting the direction of the carriage's acceleration.

Although it was already late at night, the streets were not deserted. Many shops opened their doors very early. The carriages for loading and unloading goods stopped by the roadside. The lights hung out illuminated the direction of the carriage.

A team of Imperial Patrol Cavalry responsible for maintaining order also saw the carriage flying on the business road. They saw the Falcon Military Department logo on the carriage. They did not come up to check it, but were secretly guessing whether the Imperial Department, which had just been calm for half a year, was planning something again.

“Is there new information in the south?”

In the majestic new hall of the Ministry of Imperial Affairs, the fat man was wearing a black windbreaker wrapped around his body, with his hands behind his back, raised his head, staring at the large empire map hanging on the wall in front of him like a knife. The five fingers on his right hand were tightly pinching, and a creeping chill was exuding on his body.
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