On May 29, 2233 in the Guangming Calendar, His Majesty Emperor Cohen Keda, the seventeenth emperor of the Sibia Empire, personally led a large army to surround the Holy Capital.
Participating in this battle were most of the First Army Corps, part of the Second Army Corps, part of the Third Army Corps and the troops of the Staff Department, with a total of 80,000 soldiers.
All the provinces close to the three dark provinces have been recovered, and several provinces close to the Holy City where the rebels are heavily stationed have also been occupied by the Qeda family troops.
Looking at the scope of the entire empire, the Al Qaeda family has successively recovered nine provinces, and there are no large-scale rebels in other provinces. The war against rebellion has successfully entered the final stage.
The Holy Capital - the flag of the rebels and the key to the war against rebellion.
If the attack on the Holy City is fought cleanly, it can be the end of the entire war against rebellion. With the results of this battle, combined with political and diplomatic methods, it is possible to force the provinces that have not yet surrendered to surrender to the Al Qaeda family.
If the fight is not good and all the provincial governors and nobles cannot feel the strength of the Keda family and submit to them, then even if Luman is killed, a second or third Luman will appear.
.This civil war may drag on endlessly and become a lingering nightmare for the people of the Sbia Empire.
In view of this, Prince Visu Al-Keda wrote to His Majesty Emperor Cohen-Keda in his own name and the name of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, stating the interests and demands of His Majesty Cohen to take over the Holy Capital in the shortest possible time.
Officials in charge of various ministries also wrote letters one after another. The president of the Royal Academy even stated in the letter that His Majesty the Emperor can use violent offensives. As long as the battle can be ended as soon as possible, even if the Holy City is reduced to ruins, reconstruction will not be done.
I won't let His Majesty the Emperor worry.
His Majesty Cohen, who was on the way, read these letters and couldn't help feeling upset, so he put the letters aside.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" The general staff officer on the side turned to look at Cohen: "We are riding in such a luxurious carriage, and the road is not rough. Why are you sulking in broad daylight?"
"Look at this letter. It's okay for my father to lecture me." Cohen grabbed a handful of letter paper and waved it: "Look at how these ministers are instigating me!"
"You don't need to read it, I've received it too. The ministers all asked me to play more drums and let His Majesty beat me cruelly." Carlos showed a heartfelt smile on his face: "I didn't expect that I, a poor staff officer, would still be valued by others.
.”
"How pitiful are you? In the entire army, except for Grandpa Martin, you have the highest rank!" Cohen snorted and slapped the letter on the table.
The white shadow next to him glanced at him and gestured to the personal guard to come over and put away the scattered letter.
"Why am I not pitiful?" Carlos made a sad face and clasped his fingers to express his grievances: "I want to be scolded, yelled at, ridiculed, and ignored by others even though I am a dignified major general and chief of staff.
I even told people jokes to relieve their boredom, and even had zero points in literature and read poems to people..."
"Okay - who has it easy! Is this considered pain for you? Is it misery? If this is misery, then who am I?" Of course Cohen knew who the "person" Carlos was talking about: "See you next time
When you wring your fingers, I want you to look good!"
"I was threatened again..."
"There's yours." Cohen looked around, looking for someone to comment on, but there was no one around him with the right weight, so he faced a dragon: "Bai Ying, who do you think is miserable?"
Bai Ying stood calmly, not intending to speak, but His Majesty Cohen's eyes had already firmly caught her. Bai Ying knew that if she didn't speak again, she would become the most miserable one.
"Both of you are very happy now. You have the happiness that others are jealous of and want to take away immediately." Although he spoke, the proud character of the Dragon Clan did not allow Bai Ying to say anything to please someone: "You are approaching the Holy City, and victory is in sight.
, so he acted too excited."
After listening to Bai Ying's words, Cohen nodded pretendingly, turned around and yelled at Carlos: "Look! Bai Ying even said you were too excited!"
Carlos was unwilling to bear all the charges and took the words without hesitation: "For a small staff officer, Bai Ying cannot call him 'you'... I know I was wrong. I was too excited alone."
"You know the truth." Cohen withdrew his ferocious gaze, leaned his head on the back of his chair, closed his eyes and asked Carlos: "What's the news in the Holy Capital?"
"Yes, Amaterasu and Mafa have already joined forces, and they have made all preparations." When it came to business, Carlos also put away his joking expression: "The infiltration plan went relatively smoothly. Except for the city defense magic array, everything else was completed.
completed."
Cohen stood up and walked in a circle in the large carriage.
"Your Majesty, actually you don't have to worry so much, just do it according to your ideas." Carlos knew that Cohen felt uncomfortable now: "Although the Holy City is the hometown of the late emperor, the late emperor must have hated it.
In this city, the late emperor preferred the Dark Province. Even if this place is destroyed, there are still many places to commemorate the late emperor..."
"I don't feel sad even if all the places are smashed. What is the place where Fichet was born? Fichet is here." Cohen pointed to his heart: "I only care about the hundreds of thousands of people in the Holy City.
They have suffered enough bullying during the rebellion in the Holy Capital. If they are cruel enough to do this again, how can I see Fichet?"
"Meet, meet the late Emperor?" Carlos was speechless, looking like an idiot.
"Yeah! Do you want to go to see Fichet?" Cohen covered up the biggest secret in an understatement: "What else can Luhrmann do with that old bastard? He just wants to hold on and fight to the death. That's all.
This old bastard still wants to have a showdown between famous generals throughout the ages? Damn you!"
"The Holy Capital's city defense magic array is quite powerful. In the last war between gods and demons, the demonic coalition attacked the Holy Capital. But with this magic array, the Holy Capital managed to defend it for three months." Carlos shook his head.
: "Your Majesty's worry is not unreasonable. If we delay the magic circle until it fails, the civilians in the Holy Capital will starve to death."
"That's why I'm bothered. Can I make the catapult throw food in without throwing stones?" Cohen turned around fiercely: "That old bastard dean suggested that I completely destroy the Holy City - he didn't even think about it. Once the Holy City was destroyed,
, the people don’t regard me as the second Luman? Why should my Keda family fight the war? Isn’t it because I have the support of the people?”
"The dean is also anxious! He is worried that it will affect the entire war."
"Okay, I'm done losing my temper." Cohen returned to his seat: "General Staff Officer, what kind of support does the magic circle have to survive?"
"It relies on various magic gems arranged when building the city, as well as the magicians who control everything in the central magic circle." Carlos explained: "Your Majesty, you should know this!"
"Listening to others and thinking of solutions at the same time, this is my way of thinking." Cohen thought for a while: "Magicians consume a lot of mana when they control it, right?"
"Correct, the mana consumed is directly proportional to the blow received." Carlos nodded and replied: "If we have 10,000 to 20,000 elf magicians, we can tire out the enemy magicians in a short period of time.
, but we only have at most two thousand magicians on hand."
"Haha, don't say it, this is still a good idea." Cohen laughed a few times and turned his head to Bai Ying: "My most trusted Bai Ying! I have something to tell you."
There was a moment of silence in the carriage, and Carlos looked at Cohen and Bai Ying with a puzzled expression - their eyes looked at each other, flickering.
The motorcade escorting His Majesty the Emperor entered the Chinese army's tent at this moment. There was a tower built specifically for His Majesty Cohen to command operations in the camp, which was exactly ten miles away from the city wall of the Holy Capital.
The sky above the Holy Capital City is being tightly covered by a huge white arch-shaped light curtain. That is the magic barrier constructed by the city defense magic array - a solid barrier to prevent all magic attacks!
His Majesty Cohen took the generals directly to the tower without rest.
"Have you seen the Holy Capital City?" His Majesty Cohen walked to the fence, pointed to the city in front, and asked the generals loudly: "What does seeing this city mean to you?"
Obviously, His Majesty the Emperor's generals have nothing to say about fighting, but they are not very good at talking about it.
Someone said: "It means the war is almost over!" As a result, His Majesty the Emperor glared at him.
Someone said: "It means His Majesty the Emperor has officially ascended the throne!" As a result, His Majesty the Emperor knocked him on the head.
In the end, Brigadier General Moya, who has always been calm, gave the correct answer: "Seeing the Holy City means that we need to fight more accurately and not make mistakes in any details."
"Moya is right, but what are you guys thinking? In this case, can I safely let you become generals?" His Majesty Cohen euphemistically revealed the reward for conquering the Holy Capital to these officers: "More accurate
More sophisticated operations, more sophisticated operations, this is your only goal in the future."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The generals were greatly encouraged by the emperor's words.
"The entire battle plan has been drawn up and is in my head. You must execute all orders meticulously." His Majesty Cohen faced the Holy City with a cold smile on his lips: "The intelligence said that the Holy City is short of food.
The residents have nothing to eat, but they are my people, and I have the obligation to take care of them. If I can't save my people, I can only endure it with them."
"Suffer it together?" The officers didn't understand and asked in unison.
"Yes! Let's endure it together." His Majesty the Emperor turned around, with a righteous look on his face, and replied softly: "Listen carefully, from now on I won't eat, I won't eat anything. When will you win?"
Shengdu, I will eat whenever I want."
"His Majesty!"
“Boss—you can’t skip a meal!”
"Sir, what is the Holy City?"
The officers did not expect that His Majesty the Emperor would come up with such a cruel trick. They were all panicked for a moment and shouted random names. Only Moya and Carlos laughed in their hearts.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you get ready?" His Majesty Cohen waved his hand resolutely: "Tear down the walls of the Holy City first!"
The officers hurried down the tower and rushed to their own troops. Along the way, they uttered curses such as "Ruman, this old bastard, skin him off" - because of his incompetence, His Majesty the Emperor refused to eat.
This is absolutely unacceptable to them.
On the top floor of the tower, Bai Ying approached Cohen and asked worriedly: "In the intelligence, is there really news that the Holy City is running out of food?"
"No! It was said that Luman distributed some food, which can last for ten and a half days." Cohen replied with a relaxed expression.
"Then what you just said..." Bai Ying blinked, a little unsure.
"I lied to them." Cohen looked at Bai Ying with pure eyes, as if nothing had happened: "Don't you understand?"
"I don't understand." Bai Ying lowered his head: "In my race, cheating is a serious crime."
"Stop thinking, what is the emperor?" Cohen was very interested and said to Bai Ying with a smile: "The emperor is just like a gangster. It is a dirty job, and you have to cheat people to make a living. The conspiracy is one after another.
One, whoever has the most and most effective conspiracies will be the most outstanding emperor."
"I can't stop what has already happened." Bai Ying raised his eyes, his eyes revealing incomparable determination: "But I can't help but stop what is happening. I will supervise you. Before the Holy City is breached, you
Don’t even think about eating.”
Cohen's smile condensed on his face: "Bai Ying, don't you need to be so serious?"
"Unless I die, I cannot turn a blind eye to the deception." Bai Ying replied, "This is the tragedy of the dragon clan."
"Is it my sadness? I'm a little hungry now."
"You asked for it."
Cohen was well aware of the dragon clan's shortcomings, and he could only blame himself for being careless and actually saying such things in front of Bai Ying.
Although His Majesty the Emperor did not go hungry willingly, the words "His Majesty the Emperor will not eat until the Holy City is captured." spread throughout all the positions in a very short period of time.
In the later top management of the empire, this lie was called a "costly lie", but His Majesty Cohen did not restrain himself because of this. Instead, he began to embark on a path of creating lies and conspiracies, and he never tired of it, enjoyed it, and was extremely happy.
But no matter what, from the perspective of an army that idolizes His Majesty the Emperor and treats Him like a god, a hair of His Majesty Cohen is more valuable than all the people in the Holy Capital put together, and the soldiers cannot tolerate it.
His Majesty Cohen is not aggrieved at all...
The soldiers didn't know how long it would take to break in, nor how long it would take for a person to starve to death, but they knew that if they didn't want His Majesty Cohen to starve, they had to capture the Holy City as soon as possible!
This overwhelming resentment continued to accumulate on the battlefield, and soon the attack was launched.
"Fuck you Luman." The frontline commander sprayed spit towards the city wall: "Catapult - launch!"
In desperation, the catapult troops used specially made stone bullets - full of kerosene inside, a layer of stone shell on the outside, and then wrapped in a layer of rags soaked with kerosene and still on fire!
Accompanied by vicious curses, more than a thousand flaming stone bullets rose into the air and flew towards the city wall of the Holy City. The black smoke left by the burning kerosene left a large trail of black smoke in the air.
This was not a magic attack, so the stone bullet passed through the magic barrier smoothly.
That thin layer of stone shell can only ensure that the stone bomb will not break when taking off. When it hits the ground, the stone shell is guaranteed to break - so fire oil is sprayed up and down the city wall, and the flames spread instantly, burning
The soldiers on the city wall cried for their fathers and mothers, and there were quite a few who jumped over the wall when they got anxious.
"Okay, good fight!" A hungry man shouted from a high tower in the camp: "Burn these idiots to death!"
The black smoke rising into the sky has just risen, and the magicians over there have also been assembled. They are all the magicians in the Qida family's army, but the officers are not satisfied. They are still searching for anyone in the army who can use the long-range magician.
Distance Magic Soldier.
"Hit! Continuous blows!" This was the first time the commanders shouted at these magicians with special status: "Hit with the most powerful magic!"
"You can't use the most powerful one." The leader of the team retorted: "To attack the magic barrier, you can only use the most skilled and practical magic."
"Your Majesty Cohen is hungry!"
"I know." The team leader ordered loudly: "Divide into two groups, use lightning, and strike at the same point non-stop."
The magicians bowed and saluted, and then began to sing collectively.
On the city wall, the stone bullets continued to ignite the fire, and the kerosene continued to flow, driving the raging fire, gradually covering the entire wall.
The thick smoke choked the soldiers near the city wall with tears and runny noses. The residents of the Holy Capital City were frightened out of their wits. There were screams and screams in the city. Even the intelligence systems of all parties lurking in the Holy Capital City were frightened.
This scene shocked me, I really thought that the Qeda family army was going to massacre the city.
In the sky, clouds brewing lightning magic gathered together, and after continuous accumulation and distortion, they formed a dense black cloud, almost cutting off the light in the Holy Capital City.
Amidst the loud noise, countless silver-white lightnings shined with dazzling light, striking straight towards the magic barrier!
This is an extremely large number of magic strikes. Although the damage alone is not terrible, the lightning magic has a continuous effect. In addition, it falls in the same area, so it cannot be ignored.
In the magic circle tightly protected by the rebels, the magician responsible for maintaining this area was an old man. The attack came suddenly and violently. His body trembled violently, and beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead. The magician next to him realized that something was wrong.
, and quickly called for help.
But the commanders of the Keda family army did not intend to let these magicians go. They formed all the soldiers in the army who could use long-distance strike magic, and came forward to release them one after another, launching a magic defense "interference battle"!
Isn't there a saying? When there is pressure, there will be motivation. Under the pressure of His Majesty the Emperor's hunger, the imagination and creativity of the middle-level officers were completely stimulated. They commanded the soldiers to carry out multiple batches and multi-directional magic strikes.
All units cooperated flawlessly.
Magical lights of various colors flashed over the Holy Capital City. If it wasn't for the murderous aura in it, it would be simply overflowing with brilliance and beauty.
However, the rebel magic circle was in a panic and was in a panic. The magicians were supposed to be replaced every three hours, but less than a quarter of an hour later, someone started howling.
"Change defense - change defense! I can't stand it anymore, I have no mana!"
In the palace hall, a rebel officer reported the news to His Majesty Luman.
"Your Majesty, we don't have enough magicians for their style of play! If we do it a few more times, the magicians won't have time to recover their magic power, and there will be holes in the magic barrier!"
"Don't be afraid, what are you afraid of?" Luman stared at his red eyes and said slowly: "Recruit magicians, strengthen the alert, and then ask for help from the temple. Tell them that if the Holy City is destroyed, they will not be the best. Eat the fruit!”
"Yes! Yes, Your Majesty! We will do it right away!"
However, the temple had long received an order not to have anything to do with the rebellion in the Sibia Empire, so it only sent three priests in white to fill the scene, almost making the officers waiting outside angry to death.
Therefore, the rebel officer could only seek medical treatment in a hurry and seek help from the major magician guilds in the Holy City. He said he was asking for help, but in fact he was escorted out with a knife on his back. Among them, there was a very special character.
This was the first person in the entire continent to see and embrace Cohen Keda, a woman. It was through her hands that Cohen Keda, who possessed all kinds of evil, came into this world.
Bertina.
Because of her special relationship with the Al Qaeda family, Saint Bertina of the Holy City Magician Guild is also a key figure targeted by the rebels.
Since the beginning of the rebellion, she had been disguising herself and hiding in the Magician's Guild to avoid all arrests. However, she did not expect that the rebel soldiers arrested people in the next room and brought out the reclusive saint.
She and several of her direct disciples were taken into a magic circle by the rebels. (To be continued)