Following His Majesty the Emperor, the headquarters also moved into the city.
The Holy Capital City is generally a circular city, with one gate in each of the four directions: east, south, west, and north. Except for the north gate, the roads extending from the three gates intersect in the square in front of the palace, and
The two ring roads together form the main road in the Holy Capital. The north gate is at the back of the palace, and the road leads directly to the back gate of the palace. It is a road exclusively for the royal family.
There are a total of twenty districts in the city. Except for the eight districts near the city gate where the fighting has subsided, encounters are still breaking out in the remaining twelve districts.
The headquarters was noisy. The staff members were holding pens and marking the progress of various urban areas on the map. Fortunately, after the main roads were opened, the deployment of troops was much smoother.
More troops entered the city one after another, and they rushed to clean up the areas they were responsible for according to their prior arrangements.
After lunch time, the sound of large-scale fighting was no longer heard in the city. The fire near the city wall was also extinguished, leaving only smoke filling the sky. After the fighting subsided, a large number of civilians appeared on the ruins. They looked at their
property, crying and beating their chests - who knows where they just hid.
Only then did His Majesty Cohen have time to sit down and rest. When Bai Ying handed a plate of food to him, he remembered that he hadn't eaten in three days.
"Bai Ying is better!" With a sigh, His Majesty the Emperor picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. Unexpectedly, it spurted out the next moment.
"Report to His Majesty the Emperor." A herald came hurriedly: "The Military Disciplinary Supervisor and the Chief Justice want to see Your Majesty!"
"Tiff Lorenzo?" His Majesty the Emperor was very surprised. He grabbed the water glass and took a sip: "Why is he here? He's missing!"
"I am the First Military Disciplinary Supervisor, President of the Royal Academy, and a first-level minister of the empire. You can meet me at any time!" A well-dressed but dusty old man stood at the door and shouted confidently: "His Majesty the Emperor cannot refuse me. I have been with you all the way.
Came from the Dark Province."
Cohen looked up and saw Justice Jack standing behind Steve Lorenzo with a smile on his face and waving to him.
"Since you are all standing at the door, let's come in!" His Majesty Cohen ate the remaining cake, not wanting to ruin his rare comfort: "To make a long story short."
"Okay, Your Majesty the Emperor, I need an army." Steve Lorenzo's words were indeed short enough: "I have an urgent need. If it's too late, it will be too late."
Cohen glanced at the dean: "There are plenty of troops, what is your use?"
"I want to lead the troops to protect the college and the big library." Dean Lorenzo said eagerly: "You don't need too many, five hundred people are enough!"
"Royal Academy, Royal Library." Cohen nodded: "It's hard for you to come from the dark province. I didn't even think of protecting these places... Carlos, give the dean two guard battalions."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The general staff officer took out the military order and handed it to the dean: "The seventh and eighth battalions of the Guards are behind this street."
"Your Majesty also gave me military orders. I'm going to do my job." The justice came up and said with a smile: "I brought my own law enforcement team."
"Smile, smile... I'm almost like a smiling tiger." Cohen put the military order into Jack's hand and whispered: "Be careful."
"No problem." The young justice agreed and walked out with a smile. He didn't look like an imperial minister at all along the way. He either patted the officer on the head or kicked the officer's butt.
His Majesty Cohen shook his head helplessly and swallowed the last piece of cake.
"Your Majesty, we can start cleaning up the palace." The general staff officer came over and said, "Do you want to go take a look?"
"Of course, prepare your horses."
Small units of the Guards were distributed in the streets and alleys of the city. Under the guidance of their guides, they were searching for remnants of the rebels from house to house.
The guides held a booklet recording the number of residents in each household and carefully compared and counted them. The rebels who had changed into civilian clothes were identified one by one and escorted to the street. When the street was cleared, the remaining rebel soldiers were
Gather them together and execute them.
The Royal Guards formed a tight human wall to escort Cohen from the Royal Avenue to the Palace Square.
The square in front of the palace is already the territory of the Al Qaeda army, and the swaggering soldiers also pushed several carts from outside the city for the use of commanders from all directions.
Groups of winged men hovered over the palace, shooting a few arrows into it from time to time. Others were using sound transmission magic to shout messages into the palace.
"...Common servants, chamberlains, cooks, and technicians in the palace, listen up, stay in your rooms, don't go out, don't take in rebel soldiers, and those who disobey the order will die. When the Guards enter the palace, they must
Explain your identity loudly and provide clues to the rebels as soon as possible. Anyone who disobeys the order will die. Protect the palace property and do not steal, rob or destroy. Anyone who disobeys the order will die..."
Cohen Keda boarded the carriage outside the main entrance, looked at the closed palace door, and frowned a little. Although he said that it would not hurt if it was smashed, this was the home where Fichet grew up, after all, and he couldn't bear to part with it.
"Have you connected yet?" the general staff officer asked the commander of the regiment surrounding the palace: "When will the attack begin?"
"We just made contact, something happened inside, and the intelligence agent went in again." The commander of the unit stood at attention: "The agreed time is coming soon."
"Where are the Lumans?" Cohen asked.
"Lu Man is under the tight surveillance of the intelligence personnel and will never be able to escape." The captain replied: "We sent him the heads of those escaping ministers to make him understand that he cannot escape."
"We can't delay any longer. The attack will begin as soon as the time is up." The general staff officer glanced at His Majesty Cohen's face and said, "Send your most elite troops to minimize damage."
"Yes, sir." The captain gave a military salute and hurried to make arrangements.
Thousands of commands rang out in the square. The Guards soldiers took off their excess belongings, lined up lightly, and entered the assault area to prepare for a storm. The winged men in the sky slowly circled and completed all preparations calmly.
"Your Majesty, everything is ready." The captain asked for instructions: "The time has come."
Cohen was overlooking the palace. He opened his lips and softly uttered one word: "Hit."
The flag bearer on the carriage waved the flag, and the winged men who had already been arranged in formation flew from all directions, passing over the palace. At this moment, everyone who was still moving in the open space of the palace would be shot into hedgehogs.
The horn sounded, and the killing sound sounded again.
Hundreds of light ladders were set up on the palace wall at the same time, and elite Guards soldiers attacked from several directions at the same time. There were complete defense facilities at several palace gates, and there were many rebels defending them, so they immediately fell into a fierce battle.
Cohen stood on the carriage, watching the battle with his eyes, a look of uncertainty on his face.
"Your Majesty, there is something I forgot to tell you." The general staff officer leaned over and lowered his voice mysteriously: "We have captured a prisoner, a major general of the supervising team."
"so what?"
"So far, this is the only prisoner!" Carlos revealed his fox tail: "They have already brought this prisoner. It doesn't look good to attack the palace anyway, so your Majesty, why not interrogate the prisoner?"
"Okay, bring him up." Cohen looked at Carlos with a half-smile: "You come to interrogate him, and I'll take a look."
"it's me again?"
"It's very appropriate for a major general to judge a major general." His Majesty Cohen had already found a comfortable chair, put himself on it first, and then ordered the guards: "Go and bring the prisoner up."
Two burly soldiers carried a middle-aged man with his hands tied behind his back and flew all the way up the stairs to the platform. After standing at attention, a soldier grabbed the prisoner's hair and showed his face to the people present.
People who fell into the hands of the Al Qaeda Army were not treated well. The prisoners' military uniforms had long been stripped off, and the only underwear left was in tatters. The skin from head to toe was either red, swollen or bruised. It was obvious that many soldiers had taken care of it. One picture
The face is clean, and the facial features are still straight. Unfortunately, some bloodshot eyes from the corners of the mouth ruin the overall beauty.
In the eyes of everyone, the prisoner panted slightly, looked indifferent, and glanced at everyone with contempt... Soon he understood his situation, his eyes became sharp, and he straightened his black hair.
Dark-eyed Majesty Cohen.
Cohen sat quietly, not anxious at all, as if he regarded the prisoner as an ordinary piece of gravel in his field of vision.
"No serious injuries, right?" Seeing that His Majesty really didn't come forward, Carlos had to start the work by himself. He took a step forward and asked with concern: "Commander-in-Chief, Major General of the Supervisory Team, you may want to stand by yourself, right?
"
"A little injury is nothing." The prisoner replied with a contemptuous attitude, his steady eyes still staring at his target.
"Yes, tough enough." Carlos raised his head at the soldier escorting the prisoners: "Let him kneel down and answer."
The knee was kicked, and the prisoner's knee hit the floor hard. There was a "bang" on the floor, and the prisoner also set his sights on Carlos - this was his current opponent.
"Tell me your name, military rank, position, and everything you know about Luman." Carlos still kept smiling: "Tell me the important ones."
The captive smiled proudly.
"A high-ranking officer, a noble, right?" Carlos took a chair and said, "He is from the army. I don't need to remind you - there are consequences for delaying greetings."
"Since you are also a major general." Although he was kneeling on the floor, the prisoner still tried to raise his gaze: "Then you should also know how I will answer you."
"In fact, we may not know what you know. Now that the war is going on, what is the value of that thing in your mind?" Carlos chuckled: "After all, you are also an officer with a name. I
It’s just going through the motions. If someone accidentally asks you about it in the future, everyone will be able to live with it...it will be the same if it falls into the hands of the army."
"Then we have nothing to say..."
"To be honest, I have nothing to say to you." Carlos put away his smile and said mercilessly: "It has been a while since you were captured, and I also heard that you were beaten by a crowd. If
If you have nothing to say to us, why don't you commit suicide? Although we are watching over you, there is always a chance that you will bite your tongue and hit the wall, right? In that case, we will all avoid embarrassment."
"If you have nothing to say to me, why did you bring me here?" The prisoner laughed and said, "I have heard about the Keda family's methods of forcing confessions, and I also want to know how long I can last."
"As I said just now, the current situation is not worth using methods to force a confession on you." Carlos answered him calmly: "You and I are both soldiers. Because you fought well in the previous battle, that's why I stayed here.
I'll give you a chance to speak. If you really don't want to say anything, we won't force you."
The prisoner was stunned for a moment, then snorted softly: "When did the Al Qaeda Army have such a righteous person?"
"I, a righteous man, have always been in the Al Qaeda army, but you just discovered it now. The environment you live in is so dirty, I am not surprised that you feel like this - wait a minute." Carlos said in an order.
He signed the document handed over by the officer, then turned around and said: "Our usual method of dealing with enemy generals is very simple: use the enemy's performance to determine the treatment of its commanders - if your troops are useless,
, you will be executed by a new recruit who has just joined the army with the sword technique of killing a chicken."
"Then what about me now? I was killed by you with the sword technique of killing a dragon? Isn't it all a death? Why do you need so much care?"
"When I kill you, at least you can wear neat clothes, and if possible, you can meet your family." Carlos replied seriously: "Of course, you can't ask anyone to watch the ceremony."
"I have never heard of anyone who fell into the hands of the Kedar family being decent. Your deception is not clever."
This time Carlos used a contemptuous tone: "Lies and deception are your master's patents. Do you think the upright soldiers in the Al Qaeda Army have the same moral character as your master?"
"No matter how bad His Majesty Luman's reputation is, he is still the emperor that we are willing to protect with our lives. No matter what deception or lies, this is how we should treat our enemies!" The prisoner retorted: "And you, what upright soldiers?
It’s the butcher!”
Carlos raised his hand to stop the soldier who was about to hit him, and stared at the prisoner with a sharp gaze: "Ruman plotted regicide, subverted the empire, and put the people in dire straits! Do you think what Ruman did was right?
?You should know how many civilians died and how many families were torn apart in just one Holy City chaos!"
"Yes, we are rebelling, but we are overthrowing the rule of the Xia Mai family, not traitors to the country!" The prisoner showed no sign of weakness: "If we can change the rule, it will all be worth it!"
"It's really a fresh statement. You are committing rebellion but you are not a traitor to the country - are you still mentally sound? Don't you feel ashamed for saying such far-fetched words?"
The prisoner raised his head and shouted unwillingly: "Is the Xia Mai family a country? When did the Sibiya Empire become the private property of the Xia Mai family? Since the Xia Mai family has become a royal family, as long as they are of their bloodline, they are born with privileges
... Even if you are a fool, you can enjoy everything as long as you happen to be born in the right place! Can't this kind of inheritance be reversed? If the Xia Mai family is really wise, how can I be the only one left in my family? Is it possible for such a royal family to be like this?
Shouldn't we resist? So what if you kill me? If there is an afterlife, I will still follow His Majesty Luman!"
"You are very determined!" Carlos nodded noncommittally: "Examples of die-hard loyalty like yours are rare and can be included in the college textbooks to alert the world."
"It doesn't matter, I can't be controlled by you anyway." The prisoner looked at Carlos and laughed with a trembling voice: "Orthodox? Dynasty? It's all a fucking lie - what is the Chamai Dynasty you are flaunting?
What's the best way? If they hadn't wiped out many forces four hundred years ago, would they be here today? For the sake of the people? The people are just an add-on to the struggle for hegemony. They are killed cleanly, and they grow like weeds more than ten years later..."
"Four hundred years ago, the empire was destroyed by demons. The nobles were at war with each other, and the people were in dire straits! The Xia Mai family relied on their bravery and benevolence to quell the chaos. They started from scratch and built a prosperous empire through the efforts of more than ten generations." Carlos.
Looking back at the prisoners with firm eyes: "The people know what is right and wrong. I can announce your words to the world and let the people judge for themselves."
"How can the ignorant citizens understand this? All they want is clothes and food!" The captives showed no sign of weakness: "It's a pity that His Majesty Ruman's great ambitions have been destroyed in your hands! Now, the Keda family has become a royal family, and Cohen Keda
You should be grateful!"
"This is the difference. Do you think everyone in this world wants to be an emperor? For our emperor, becoming an emperor is a painful thing." Carlos smiled heartily: "Open your little
Let’s see with your eyes! Whose hand did you lose to? Don’t you feel panicked when you are defeated by the people who look down on you the most?”
"I don't accept it!"
"Whether you accept it or not, you have no chance to start over again. Did you hear the cheers? The general offensive is almost over. This is the end of the entire war against rebellion, and it is also the end of your life. With you, this
I'm sorry that I didn't gain anything from this meeting." Carlos took a few steps back and forth: "You just said that you don't believe that people from the royal family are born with privileges, right? If you and your master really think that the Xia Mai family is not qualified to sit on the throne,
If you want the throne, yes! But you have to prove that you are indeed stronger than the Xia Mai family. Don't you think that the people only need clothes and food and don't care about orthodoxy? Maybe you are right, but your master did not let him
The fools in your mouth are satisfied."
"In time, we will definitely be much stronger than the Xia Mai family! It's a pity that we are useless and let the Keda family take advantage..."
"Then there is nothing we can do. Now we have won, which means that the Al Qaeda family is more qualified to do these things than your master. If you really can't balance your heart, just think that your master is rebelling against the Xia Mai family. Al Qaeda
It's better that you made your master." Carlos shook his head contemptuously and said to the soldier escorting the prisoner: "Take him to see the military judge and take him into custody first."
As soon as the prisoners were escorted off, the commander in charge of the battle rushed onto the carriage.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, we have captured the palace. Except for the palace gate, the rebel defense is weak. All the main officials were poisoned to death in the hall." The captain said eagerly: "But we can't find Luman."
Cohen turned to look at the captain: "Are you sure he didn't escape?"
"No! Our intelligence personnel have been monitoring him, but the intelligence agent responsible for intermediary liaison was also poisoned, so contact was temporarily lost."
Cohen thought for a while: "The Holy City has been completely captured, right?"
"Yes!"
"Then there aren't many places Luhrmann can go..." Cohen replied calmly: "Wait a minute! He can't run away." (To be continued)