"It turned out to be an unfinished god puppet..." Hearing the hoarse voice, the leading officer became more interested: "Your Majesty will not see you... Perhaps, you can tell me who you are first, and then I will consider whether you can see him.
To whom is the question?"
"Me? I'm just a traitor." The incomplete body of the god puppet introduced itself coldly: "Even now, I don't even know if I am a person... I once had a name, a person full of sin.
The name...Frunzberg, have you heard of it?"
"Frunzberg?" Hearing this name, the officer was obviously stunned. It was a familiar name, but it also felt very far away.
In Eilandsil, this name symbolizes betrayal. Frunzberg betrayed everything he was loyal to during the rise of Eilandsiel, fled to the puppet empire, and became Eilandsiel's enemy.
Many troops have received orders to capture Frentzberg, and many people have even seen the black-and-white photos of Frentzberg taken while working in Ireland Hill.
Now, it is really unexpected that this important criminal, who is wanted by various troops, is in such a state of desolation.
"Where are you? Do you want to use such a puppet to deceive us?" The leading officer had his hand on his gun and asked fiercely.
"My body has been killed... They tortured me... turned me into what I am now..." Frentzberg, who was lying on the bed, smiled bitterly, his voice full of desolation and vicissitudes: "I know
My sins, now I no longer imagine that I can be forgiven."
He wanted to wave his arm, but found that his arm was pierced by a chain, and he could only lift it a short distance, and any movement would make the chain rattle: "But, even if I die, I won't be able to move it."
I should be beaten to death by you... Take me to see William or my old acquaintances. If they want to kill me, it's not too late for you to do it, right?"
"You do deserve to die, but you're right. It's too easy for you to die here like this." The officer's hand dropped from the holster on his waist, and the anger on his face had been replaced by a sneer: "
Maybe you don’t know yet, but your head can make me a fortune.”
"No problem, if you send me back to Seris, to those who are willing to kill me personally... I think they will give you more benefits." Frunzberg's hoarse voice did not stop.
Next, he continued to speak to the officer in front of him.
"Come here! Secure him! Find a transport helicopter! Send him to the inspection base within the Eternal Empire!" The officer nodded and ordered the soldiers around him to convey the order.
"Aren't you going to send it directly to Seris?" a soldier asked in confusion.
"Maybe he has some other conspiracy. It's not too late to let the technical department investigate first before making plans." The officer proudly glanced at the puppet body lying on the bed, unable to even fight back, and continued to laugh:
"Send him wherever he wants to go? How can there be such a good thing?"
Several soldiers stepped forward in confusion, regardless of whether Frunzberg was in danger or not, and began to wrap iron chains around the remains of the god puppet on the bed.
Soon, Frunzberg was tied with chains like a steel mummy, and then he was carried out of the basement and onto a military helicopter flying to the rear.
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"Thud, tut, tug!" In the bustling street, an Airan Hill soldier held an M4 assault rifle in his hand and opened fire violently at the counterattacking enemy troops.
Densely packed bullets hit the large shield held by the opponent, and sparks splashed on the front of these steel shields.
Some of the bullets did not penetrate the thick shields, while others hit the soldiers behind the shields, causing them to scream and fall down.
The enemy's phalanx was still advancing, but soon the phalanx formed by these soldiers collapsed under the fire of the 20 mm caliber machine gun installed on the Airan Hill paratrooper armored vehicle.
The dense ammunition penetrated the dense crowd. The soldiers wearing heavy armor discovered at this time that the armor they wore to protect their lives could not stop the enemy's bullets.
"Ah!" A Kashyyyk Empire soldier screamed and fell down, staining the streets with blood before being trampled into pies by his companions behind him.
The other soldier who stepped on him was also hit by continuous bullets before he could take a step further. He covered his chest and screamed and fell in a pool of blood.
"I can't hold it anymore!" An officer held a long sword in his hand and stood behind the human wall. Watching his soldiers flying with blood and flesh, he shouted loudly to the general beside him: "A hundred men, in the blink of an eye,
The time is over! This is not a war, this is asking the soldiers to die!"
"Two streets behind you is the palace of our Kashyyyk Empire! You must stick here! No retreat is allowed!" The armor on the general's body shone with the light of magic, and he pointed to the city wall in the smoke in the distance.
He shouted loudly: "General Marco will lead his troops to retake the city gate! We can still hold our position!"
"It's too late! General! We're finished!" The commander shouted with a sad face when he saw that the brand-new centurion he had just ordered to attack was beaten to pieces by the opponent's firepower in an instant.
The corpses of young soldiers lay at his feet, and in front of him stood the last bones and blood of the empire. He felt that it was better to surrender than to let these people die here without any achievements.
"We can still fight! Bastard! Surrender is not allowed! Do you understand? Hold on until dark! Surrender in any form is not allowed!" The general grabbed the officer by the collar and threatened hysterically: "If you dare to put down your weapon!
I will chop you with my own hands!"
"Boom!" Behind them, a 155mm caliber howitzer shell fell in the originally magnificent Kashyyyk Imperial Palace.
The explosion immediately shook the surrounding buildings. The magic tower that symbolized the core power of the empire was crumbling, but in the end it did not fall and still stood there stubbornly.
Sitting alone in a room in the basement of the Magic Tower, facing his queen and children, Emperor Harriet of the Kashyyyk Empire had an expression called despair written all over his face.
"The emperor of Eilanhir is a nouveau riche. He doesn't understand basic etiquette and morality at all. He didn't give me a chance to surrender gracefully... So, I don't think you have any dignity at all." He said to himself.
Talking to himself, he stroked his little son's hair with his hands.
"You are lucky to be born in the Magic Empire and become a member of the royal family...you have enjoyed countless glory and wealth." He said while looking at the queen who was already crying into tears:
"But... you are also unfortunate... born in this era... you can only die with me, a miserable person."
"Where's my brother?" The youngest princess raised her head, stared at her father with her big eyes, and asked in a childish voice.
Hearing her daughter's question, the queen beside her burst into tears even more heartbreakingly. A few hours ago, the paratroopers of Airan Hill broke through the city wall. The eldest prince of the Kashyyyk Empire, His Royal Highness the crown prince of the empire, had already
At that time, he was killed in battle at the head of the city.
This prince, who was dressed in a silver helmet and armor and was very coquettish, stood at the top of the city and watched the airborne troops of Elancire approaching the city, and then he was targeted by a sniper.
The artillery fire called by snipers suddenly enveloped the city wall where the eldest prince was, and then the body of the eldest prince was brought down. The surrounding soldiers had no time to cry before they saw the spectacular sight of the city wall being blown down by artillery fire.
By the time the news reached the palace, the paratroopers of Airanhir had already started a fierce street battle with the remaining Royal Imperial Guards of the Kashyyyk Empire.
The life or death of Harriet's second son was uncertain at this moment, because he was ordered to guard the city walls in the other two directions, but due to the chaos of the war, contact was lost.
"Your brothers will fight for the country until the last moment... Since you can't surrender honorably, you can only fight gloriously. This is the fate that the royal family of Kashyyyk must face." Harriet sighed.
, opened his mouth and replied.
He doesn't need to care about these words now, whether his young daughter and son can understand them. He is just saying something he wants to say, and it is best to finish it before he calmly dies.
So, he just kept talking, sentence after sentence, without paying any attention to the dust that fell on his head due to the falling and exploding shells.
"Your Majesty! The city guards have lost contact! The city walls may have been captured..." A minister walked in, lowered his head and reported: "Soon the walls of the imperial city may also fall, and our troops have suffered too much loss.
Big."
"I know! I know!...Go down! Leave some space for the queen and I." Harriet waved her hand, not even bothering to give any new instructions.
He knew that no matter how he directed or what orders he issued, he could not change the current situation.
Soon, he will go to meet his ancestors with unwillingness and disgrace. He is a sinner, a sinner who has no face to meet his ancestors.
Now, in his mind, he was already thinking about whether to end his life with poison or to pierce his throat with a sword.
Before that, he had to kill the queen with his own hands and kill all his descendants. This was his last act of honor and the last act of honor for the royal family of the Kashyyyk Empire.
"I'm sorry! My dear." He looked at the queen who had been crying there, and stretched out a hand to help her wipe away the tears on her face. But when he stretched out his hand, he found helplessly that no matter how he tried,
