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    The evening of August 8, 1666 (mday+129)

    Lenny? Central District 1

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    Night falls over Lenny's central square.  Next to the sculpture on the side of the square, the soldiers on guard set out pots and dishes, had their meals, and sat in groups of twos and threes on the oilcloth to rest.

    "Company Commander, do we still want to continue on duty?"

    Lieutenant Sparry, the commander of this company, glanced sideways at the soldier and said impatiently: "Of course, boy. Your Excellency, the Captain, has not yet given the order to lift the alert, so we must ensure the safety of this area."

    Lieutenant Sparry is forty-two years old. Because of his bald head, he looks like he is in his fifties.  Everyone said that he looked less like a mercenary and more like a priest or a scholar; but in fact, he could only write the first few letters of his name and no more.

    For twenty years, Spari has been paying attention to the mercenaries in Italy and the United States. He cannot be promoted and lose his share of the military pay.  It wasn't until the new war broke out two months ago that he seized the opportunity to get a contract from the National Army to train new recruits for thirty gold pounds, and he finally got close to the officer class.  Last week, the company commander of this company was killed by a stray bullet during the battle for the city. He was officially promoted to a second lieutenant of the National Army to take over the company.

    The soldier turned around and left, complaining in a low voice: "But the captain didn't show up all afternoon."

    When Lieutenant Sparry heard this, he did not reprimand him, but just waved his hand to let him rest.

    The second lieutenant also had the same doubts in his heart, but as an old mercenary, he knew better than to express his doubts about his commander in front of the soldiers.  He looked around and quickly found someone to complain about.

    "Second Lieutenant Garnier, are you back from patrol? How is the battle situation outside? Is there any new progress?"

    His colleague, Second Lieutenant Garnier of Phates, was young and handsome, and looked like the kind of young man that girls would be attracted to.  As the third (scheduled) graduate of the Federal Military Academy, Second Lieutenant Garnier was still only sixteen years old.  He hasn't received his diploma yet, but at this time, he and his classmates are all being drafted - and the instructors who are assessing them are also on the battlefield.

    Garnier looked at his colleagues, showed a polite smile as perfect as an oil painting, and explained the situation one by one: "I'm back, and I've replenished the ordnance and distributed it immediately. The east side of the three walls is facing a big battle.  For the offensive, the enemy must have assembled hundreds of artillery pieces and tens of thousands of troops. General McCash has already transferred half of his reserves to the second area, ready to support at any time."

    As an honors student at the sergeant academy, Second Lieutenant Garnier barely possesses third-level magic. He is one of the six mid-level magic officers in the division and also serves as a company commander.  There are a total of three junior magic officers in the four companies, and 24 magic warrior officers who can only use magic items. This number is less than one-third of the standard Free Army establishment, and they are all now under his command.

    "Are we going to provide support? The troops have been here all afternoon and are almost getting moldy." Second Lieutenant Spary rubbed his hands and said, "I said, it's already dark, the boy with the Medal of Excellence won't escape, right?  He's a Rennie, and he's probably escaped from the city a long time ago."

    "He shouldn't have escaped, maybe he fell asleep somewhere. I've heard some rumors about the captain. He is a very lucky man, and can escape with his life no matter what critical situation. Therefore, in order to boost morale, the superiors,  Only then did he become a hero of the Free Army. After all, it is very embarrassing for a hero to be killed." Second Lieutenant Garnier looked around and lowered his voice, "Moreover, he is from the Western General Army, the new marshal's army. Marshal  He just took office, and the headquarters took the time to flatter him. If we follow him, we might still get some credit, so we should keep our voices down."

    Spary said with disdain: "Credit. The credit is all in climbing the wall on the east side, but we have to wait patiently for orders in this central square Will those credits really be delivered directly to us?"

    Garnier shrugged: "At least we are safe now. According to me, the third east wall will soon turn into a flesh and blood mill."

    The two officers found a piece of oilcloth out of boredom and sat down.  Another company set off to take over the patrol duties of Garnier's company; the company of the 3rd Division had not yet returned.  As can be seen from the square, the crystal lanterns in the large library went out one by one, and the librarians began to clear the place.  Groups of people carrying precious books in large and small bags poured out of the door in droves - the one who rushed at the front of them was the "boy with the medal of excellence", Captain Nemen Thorleyton.  .

    Seeing this scene, both Spary and Garnier stood up in surprise and loudly gave orders for their companies to start forming.  Naimen climbed from that high platform three steps at a timeHe rushed down the steps, and the two of them hurriedly greeted him.

    "Sir, the Garner Company (Spari Company) is on standby!"

    Naimen counted the number of soldiers in the square: "Two companies? It should be enough to stop them. Lieutenant Garnier, you are a magic officer, right? Can you find General McCash?"

    Garnier saluted with a military salute and replied seriously: "I just came back from the general. Outside the East Third Wall, the enemy is preparing for a major offensive. I don't think this is a good time to call for reinforcements, sir."

    "But I have to go get it. The enemy chose the underground route. They want to attack us directly from the inside. Listen, I know this is hard to believe." Naimen paused, "I encountered a sneak attack underground.  Emperor Gustav.§

    An embarrassing silence.  Garnier's polite smile remained unchanged, and Spary whistled.

    "Emperor Gustav, wandering underground like a groundhog, happened to be bumped into by you, right?" Sparry asked again, "Then did you bump into the Emperor of the Elf Empire who came to hunt for women, sir?"  ? Legend has it that their last emperor Cleon II became the undead emperor and has been wandering underground in the civilized world."

    Naimen gritted his teeth and raised his tone slightly: "Pay attention to your attitude, Lieutenant, I'm not kidding. I have ordered the entire library to start evacuating. The emperor has an entire knight order, and I need six companies, no.  , maybe eight to ten companies.§

    Garnier coughed: "Sir, your argument is unconvincing. Your behavior today is as if you had foreseen the Emperor's sneak attack. This is really suspicious, as if you were the mastermind of the Empire's attack plan.  For those who know the truth, your resume is not that strong. Of course, I personally believe in your innocence - if this was really a conspiracy by the royalists to disperse our forces, the loopholes would not be so obvious."

    Naimen read the subtext behind the top student's smile: "You don't believe that the Emperor is here."

    "I think this requires further investigation." Garnier looked at the sweat drops on Neimen's forehead and said, "You escaped in such a hurry, so you may have made a mistake. If you don't object, Second Lieutenant Spary and I will  I want to lead the elite troops to go in and resist."

    Spary echoed: "Let's bring troops in to investigate and evacuate the library first. For reinforcements, I'm afraid you have to go to the general, sir. Oh, by the way, there are still two companies patrolling."

    Naimen Solayton smiled bitterly.  It was obvious that neither officer believed what he said; the enthusiasm from the previous run was somewhat dampened.  Indeed, the whole thing sounded quite unreasonable, and he couldn't tell the truth that what he was chasing was not actually the Emperor.  However, there are some things he still has to do.

    "So be it. Garnier, Spary, you lead the troops into the rare book library deep underground in the Great Library. There is a secret passage that has just been pried open. The Imperial Emperor and his troops will definitely invade from here.  ."

    Garnier asked: "We have three hundred people in two companies. We can't deploy them underground. When we were cleaning the sewers half a month ago, the general divided each company into combat squads for cleaning, and the effect was good."

    Naimen shook his head: "No, don't disperse. Only elite soldiers with the ability to protect themselves can monitor the tunnel entrance. Once they start to attack, you must retreat. Don't fight forcefully! Don't! This time  The enemy is the elite of the elite of the Northern Army. Not to mention a company, our companies cannot defeat them even if they are tied together. As long as you exchange fire with the enemy, conserve your strength and retreat, evacuate the library."

    He looked at Spary, the old sergeant had a look of disbelief; he looked at Garnier again, the top student looked indifferent.  Naimen knew they didn't believe it, but there was nothing he could do.

    "Then I'll go find the general."

    Captain Soledon said goodbye to his two temporary subordinates, went to the square to pick up his horse, and left along the main road.  After Spary and Garnier watched him leave, they slowly organized their troops and marched into the library.

    The whole library was in chaos.  The two ensigns led the team to the underground rare book library and saw busy librarians and trainee librarians removing magic and transferring books.  The most eye-catching thing is naturally the dark tunnel at the end of the corridor; obviously, it was this tunnel that Naimen relied on to convince the library director.

    Spary lit a torch and bent down to get into the tunnel: "There really is a tunnel, and it was indeed just dug. Ah, this is the footprint of the 'Excellence Chapter', what goes in and what comes out. This is the legendary  A tunnel that hides a lot of noble gold, right?§

    Garnier followed him with a lighting rod, vaguely feeling that something was wrong: "Could it be that Captain, he really saw Gustav? According to rumors, the emperor is a lame, and he can indeed recognize him at a glance."

    &nbsp"Anyway, I don't believe it. We don't even have the path to abandon the tunnel. Does the Emperor have so many people to fill it underground?" Spary turned sideways and knocked on the wall of the cave with his hand.  "However, the soil is not too hard and can be dug with a shovel. If you really need to use fortification magic to excavate violently, you can do it. We should still set some traps here, Lieutenant Garnier."

    Garnier nodded: "You are right. Let my company come, and your company will assist the librarians in moving the rare books. There are also very good mages and clergy among the librarians."

    "Leave it to me. The girl at the door said there is a deputy director on duty. I have to spit it out as many mages as they have."

    Spary assured with confidence that he had indeed done it.  Soon, each magician and priest in the librarian received a Provisional National Army magic officer armband and gathered them in the underground rare book library.  The two second lieutenants used these manpower to transport the precious books one by one, and both of them secretly pocketed two copies as labor fees.

    When there was only one rare book library left, both Garnier and Spari felt the vibrations of the fortification magic.

    "Is it really here?" Garnier complained and probed into the tunnel.

    He saw a faint light shining deep in the tunnel.

    The shimmer gradually expanded, turning into spots and spots.  There were unusually orderly footsteps coming from the soil, and the soil underfoot was vibrating, as if a huge army was advancing.

    Then, someone stepped on the first magic trap buried in the soil, and rubble and iron nails exploded in the narrow tunnel.

    This unexpected explosion triggered a roar with a Feigota accent.  There has always been a legend in the imperial family: a deserter was killed on the spot by the roar of the old military minister.

    "Which bastard advances without detection! The medical knights support, and the fortification magic team supports the tunnel! Forward detachment, assault! Assault! Assault! Earl of Eagle Wings, ask your judgment knights to stop His Majesty, don't let him rush too far!"

    The foreign minister's men quickly stopped the emperor, and Gustav had to stop.  He slapped the ground with the scepter in his hand, hesitated for a moment, but still gave no order.  He turned his head and complained to Denika behind him: "The old man is still so arbitrary."

    But the "Princess von Feigota" did not respond to him.  Denica was not thinking now, she just walked forward silently, passing the emperor.  Her dull eyes ignored the trial knights who were blocking her way. She listened blankly to the sounds of fighting coming from there and walked up the slope step by step.

    "If you go any further, you will enter a very dangerous war zone, Ms. von Feigota. Ms. von Feigota?"

    Emperor Gustav＊s cries had no effect.  The Foreign Secretary Covey Hugh Eaglewing, who was four steps behind him, couldn't stand it anymore and could only remind her in a low voice: "Call her name, Your Majesty, call her name!"

    The emperor took a deep breath.  "Dinika!"

    This time the girl stopped.  Her eyes were still dull, as if she was thinking about something, but she seemed not to be thinking about anything at all.  It seemed that any soldier could hurt her now.

    The emperor frowned, turned to Count Eagle Wings, and pointed the scepter above his head: "Give your Judgment Knights ten minutes. I know you have brought a few high-ranking knights, as well as Mercy. There is no need to pursue it.  Kill and injure, giving priority to driving away the enemy.§

    "Understood, Your Majesty." The Foreign Minister knowingly ordered his subordinates to rush up the slope, "It will be resolved within five minutes."

    The rear guard stopped knowingly and gave the emperor some private space.  Gustav walked up to Denica and apologized: "I'm sorry for calling you by your given name, Princess von Fegota."

    Danica didn＊t answer.  The emperor asked: "If you have no objection, can I call you Denika from now on?"

    "No. I don't use that name anymore."

    "Then I'll still call you"

    The girl corrected calmly: "Weilun."

    "Weilen. Weilen." Gustav repeated the pronunciation of the name twice, "It sounds very nice. I remember, is this your paternal name?"

    "A matrilineal name. I don't have a paternal name, and I never will. I won't have one."

    The great emperor was choked back by her and had to turn his head to look down the slope.  There was a slight sound of chaos down the slope, and someone was hastily throwing a dispersing magic.  He turned to look at the top of the slope again, but Earl Eagle Wings hadn't returned yet.

    Gustav could only say carefully: "It is too much to ask you to attack your hometown city. If you regret it, you don't have to do it. I promise not to harm this city, nor the people inside."  livecivil.  "

    "This is my own suggestion, Your Majesty. You don't need to worry about my thoughts." Denika replied calmly, "Yes, this is my own suggestion and the path I chose. I have no complaints."

    Gustav corrected: "But I can see the sadness hidden in your eyes. You regret it."

    "Probably, I won't realize how much I regret it until everything is over." Dinica listened to the shouting of killing above, and the sound gradually faded away.

    "You won't regret it. Lenny will be safe, there will be no massacre, and there will be no senseless killings. We have been fighting with the Confederate army for more than a hundred years, and we will not make mistakes like massacre again. Fortunately  Lord Gresham is not here, otherwise he would also lecture you." The emperor looked around reflexively and spoke hastily at a rare high speed, "He will spend an hour analyzing why the massacre of the city will seriously affect the logistics of the army.  Supply and the financial situation of the empire. Almost every general has listened to his long lectures, which start with the huge financial crisis caused by burning down the castles of the dukes in the south and end with the stupid habit of massacres in the far eastern empire.  It proves that all massacres are uneconomical from an economic point of view, and the right thing to do is to let his tax officials search for them. We all think that he should simplify the truth into one sentence: It is much easier to bury gold than to dig it out.  ."

    Denika walked up a few more steps and deliberately turned her back to the emperor: "I thank you for your promise. I justcan't accept what I have done. I am a very annoying person, Your Majesty."

    "You're not. I'm not very good at understanding people." Gustav explained awkwardly, "Our Coleman family has not been good at learning since ancient times, but your Feigota family is very knowledgeable. One of my ancestors once  Said, if you want to be a real hero, you must first learn to be a villain, he used this sentence as his excuse. Later he died."

    Dinica walked up the slope, looked at the scene in front of her, her expression stiffened for a moment, and then she reluctantly replied: "This joke is not very funny, Your Majesty."

    "I did hear the ministers talking privately that the joke I told was not very funny." Gustave walked up the slope with a sullen face, walking past the rare book library that was empty of people and books, "If you really are sure  If you want to regret it, why not try to think in a different way"

    "Another way? I don't understand."

    "Maybe it's not easy to understand if you say it with your mouth The Coleman family is really not good at reasoning."

    Dinica looked at the emperor's back with a complicated expression: The cripple was not very tall, but for some reason, he felt inaccessible.  She gritted her teeth and quickly followed the figure up the stairs.

    Dozens of dead librarians and Free Army soldiers were lying in the middle of the corridor, scattered among the gaps in the bookshelves, and the trial knights who rushed past did not clean them up.

    The emperor stopped in front of this mess.  A Knight of Judgment and a magical officer of the Guards were waiting there, guarding the road ahead of the Emperor.  Seeing the emperor appear, they both raised their hands and saluted.

    Gustav raised his arm and gestured slightly.  The trial knight saluted again and asked: "Your Majesty, we have repelled the enemy forces in the hall, what should we do next?"

    The emperor ordered: "Ask Ying Yiqing to prepare kerosene in various ordinary library, and burn down the library once we leave safely."

    Hearing this order, Denika Willen took a deep breath, and the smell of blood in the air choked her nostrils.  She coughed violently, as if trying to knock her lungs out.

    This library also carries too many memories for her. She doesn't know how to stop it, so she can only ask the first question that pops into her mind: "Do you hate libraries, Your Majesty?"

    "I built three in Deland, and two in Golden Port, Diramon, and Palennia. I like libraries, and the empire needs libraries, but I cannot allow educational institutions that are not controlled by the empire to exist.  ."

    The Emperor spoke calmly and confidently, as if he had captured the city.  This answer was so official that Danica didn't even know how to continue persuading her.  She followed the emperor silently and continued to move forward, looking at the flash of light ahead and listening to the sounds of fighting and screams coming from time to time.

    Soon, everything fell silent.  She walked to the first floor and watched as the emperor's orders were carried out.

    The upper floors of the library have not been emptied, and ordinary books that are not rare books are still stored there.  Religious books, history books, arcane books, Danika smelled the pungent smell of kerosene in the air and walked through familiar bookshelves one after another.

    She seems to have borrowed that book, and there are her graffiti on the bookshelf next to her.  None of these topics could be brought up because she didn't know how to bring them up.

    Just waiting for the emperorWith a single order, the few remaining units would burn the entire library to the ground.

    Even the teams responsible for burning the library were composed of baronet and honorary soldiers from various armies. Everyone had fought on the border for at least five years.  The small team beside the emperor were all the best of the best.  The four major knights all went into battle, and veterans of the Guards, Imperial Army, and Noble Army formed the backbone. The Eighth Branch of the Mage Association and the Twelve Pillars of the Orthodox Church also sent people to serve as the backbone of the magic power.

    Gustav walked quickly through the corridor of the library, suddenly stopped at the end of the hall, raised his head, and Dinica almost bumped into his back.  She followed the emperor's gaze and found that he was looking at the elf-style painting on the ceiling.  The emperor stared at the mural, fascinated by it, nodding his head, and tapping the scepter gently on the ground.

    "This painting is probably a work from the Elf Empire period No, a famous artist from the fifteenth century should have repainted it on the basis of it. The style of the Renaissance period is so beautiful, Viren."

    "Yes, Your Majesty." Denika raised her head.  She has seen this painting too, countless times.  Every time she and Solayton came to the library together, the teenager would spend time looking at the murals in this foyer.  Probably, he also watched it today?

    The emperor turned his head and ordered loudly, "Palace Mage, Mr. Riley!"

    The middle-aged magician who took over Victor von Guerick's position appeared out of nowhere, stepped forward quickly, and approached the emperor.

    "Peter Riley, I remember that you are very knowledgeable about the art of painting. What do you think of this painting? I think it is valuable for collection."

    The middle-aged magician and painter looked at the mural for a while and replied: "I think this is a very rare painting. The bottom painting is the work of elves, but it was not completed at the time. A famous artist completed it during the Renaissance, probably in  Before and after the Great Rebellion.§

    "Is there any way you can save it? This building will burn down."

    Court mage Riley shook his head: "I can't, but Sir Thomas Hobbes should be able. He has some experience in studying parallel planes"

    "Court Mage Sir Hobbes!"

    This time, an old man who looked to be in his seventies came from the corridor. He stood beside the emperor, stretched out the mage's staff, and gestured at the ceiling.

    While the emperor and his royal magicians were discussing the preservation of the murals, the Grand Duke von Feigota had already rushed out of the main entrance with his vanguard knights.  Denika looked in their direction, then at the emperor who was immersed in art discussions, and suddenly felt that she was a bit ridiculous for being regretful and troubled all the time.

    "These nobles seem to be living in another world He was clearly the one who ordered the library to be burned down."

    "That's the way to think, Miss Willen."

    Gustav＊s voice suddenly rang in her ears, which startled Denika.  At some point, the emperor was standing behind her.

    "Youcan pry into my thoughts?!" Denika asked reflexively.  Then she realized the rudeness and impoliteness of this question, and hurriedly restrained her attitude, took a small step back, and curtsied, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

    "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it. This is part of the function of the magical blood of the Corman royal family." Gustav said in a voice that could not hear any fluctuations. "I was the one who ordered the library to be burned down, but I want to preserve rare books and  I am also the one who painted the mural. I want to gradually weaken the past one hundred years so that a new generation loyal to us can grow up, so that we can bring peace to this land; I also want to preserve the past one hundred years so that the new generation can know the past.  The beauty of it. Use everything that can be used, discard everything that should be discarded. When you have to make a decision, you must make a decision, even if the decision is disgusting. Neither love nor emotion will affect my decision-making."

    Danica suddenly understood what the emperor was doing.  The emperor was trying to tell her how to get rid of regret and guilt.

    "Because I am the empire."

    Emperor Gustav stared into her eyes: "Giving up the feeling of regret is the emperor's way of thinking. It is another wayit can also be your way of thinking, Viren."

    But she is not the emperor.  She thought about it again and again, but still felt that she couldn't do it: "Thank you very much, Your Majesty But I think this will not be so easy to overcome."

    "I will try my best so that you don't regret it."

    After saying that, the emperor took steps towards the door of the library.

    Danica chased after her.  This time, she stepped through the pool of blood on the ground.  The small red footprints were mixed with those of the large army, making it difficult to distinguish.

    What is displayed in front of the imperial people is a wide central square.

      Opposite is the Federal Museum, the Union Parliament Building is on the left, and the right leads to Central Avenue.  There are a few broad-leaved trees planted in the square, dotted among them are numerous sculptures, and there are also a number of stone chairs scattered under the sculptures.

    No emperor of the empire has ever seen the scenery here.  Almost all of Gustav's ancestors had visited the beautiful Grand Duke Lenny's mansion, but none of them had seen this square that symbolized freedom.

    However, the current emperor is not looking at the square. He is looking at something that attracts his attention even more.

    In the distance of the central square, fireflies were flashing.  There are torches every three or four meters, and the blue and green light of the illuminating crystal is mixed between the torches, dispelling the darkness of the night.  The soldiers stood in a neat formation with their backs to the museum.  In the center left of the entire front line, the magic light shines particularly brightly.

    "There are six companies in the front, and the two companies we repelled are regrouping. There are eight companies in total, five times our strength."

    The fastest-charging Judgment Knights are reporting the situation to their commander, Foreign Secretary Covey Hugh Eaglewing.

    "The opposing commander is between the first and second companies on the left wing." The detection magician identified the color of the protective magic and the large medal that was the source of the magical light.  His tone suddenly changed: "That light confirmed that the enemy commander holds the 'Medal of Excellence'! I'm afraid this is a trap, sir!"

    Count Eagle Wing pointed at the location where the magic light shone with his scabbard: "Is this person a big threat?"

    Old Duke Loren von Fegota frowned and intervened: "Mr. Eagle Wings, have you never heard of the name 'Chapter of Excellence' among the rebels? Isn't your territory in Diramon Province?  Never participated in the Battle of Fort Steele?§

    "My troops are basically on diplomatic missions throughout the empire. I'm so sorry, Duke Feigota."

    Loren glanced at him with disdain and continued: "The 'Excellence Chapter' are all the most brave warriors among the rebels. I saw them more when I was young. The Southern Army has a total of twelve regular divisions, and each division has an average of only  One or two can be spread out. They appear on the battlefield with medals, which can be worth a company. The "Excellence Medals" lead the charge at the front. They drink lethal potions and are almost not controlled by any spiritual magic. If  He is an outstanding chapter leader, proving that they have combat capabilities that far exceed those of ordinary rebel troops, and that they have sufficient supplies and tenacious determination.§

    "I understand. So, if the sneak attack failed, the enemy was already prepared, right?"

    The Foreign Secretary was not asking the old Duke a question.  He drew his sword and pointed it toward the sky.

    "However, we are not here to attack in the first place. Judgment knights and medical knights, put on your armor and draw your swords!"

    The magic arrays and runes on the armor were pressed one by one and glowed.  Dozens of sharp swords were unsheathed at the same time, and the sound was as neat as a person unsheathing his sword!

    This sound also alerted the commander of the opposite unit.

    Naimen? Solayton took a breath of cold air.  He had expected that the enemy would be powerful; but he had not expected that the enemy would be so elite and disciplined.

    He looked at his troops again. The companies of Garnier and Spary were still in a mess in front of the left wing.  The struggle in the library had cost him a lot, more than he expected, but not to an unacceptable level.  There is a chance, he thought, there is a chance, after all, I have plotted against Sid Naser, and maybe I can continue to plot against him.

    "Garnier! Spary! You guys stand back and regroup and become a reserve team! Hurry up and rush through the gap!"

    More than half of Garnier's company has been lost, and the calm smile on his face has long since disappeared.  While cursing the soldiers, he squeezed through the gap in the array: "I apologize for doubting you before, sir. I feel honored to fight alongside you, sir. Well, luck is also part of strength, sir.  ＃§

    Spary's company was behind Garnier's company. There were still two-thirds of the soldiers in his company, but they were still in good order: "Captain, I really didn't expect that was really the emperor! This is an outstanding figure."  What Zhang should do!"

    "Thank you for your hard work. You have bought time. I think the motherland will thank you."

    ※It＊s a pity that there seems to be not enough time.  Nemen Solayton looked to the right, looking at the United Parliament Building of the Free Countries.  The building was no longer guarded by soldiers, and the company that had been guarding it was cleaning their brand-new muskets behind Neimen.

    Not only in the parliament building, but in the entire first district, there is no soldier left in the Free Army, and all the troops are by his side.  He only brought in six companies, and the rest of the troops went to the East Third District to prepare for the night attack of the imperial army - no, judging from the scale, it should be called a night general attack.

     Naimen's lips trembled slightly as he recited the width data of the central square.

    "The width is two hundred and forty meters, the length is two hundred and eighty meters The two companies guarding the parliament building are new rifles, which should be able to reach this range. But the opponent is the Judgment Knight, and their ability is I need time, I need  Time. Two companies on the right wing prepare!"

    He suddenly noticed that the entire square was so quiet.  There were no civilians in the square for a long time, only the two armies facing each other.  Naimen suddenly stepped out of the queue, flicked his right hand, and crushed a gem containing command amplification magic into powder.

    "I am the recipient of the 'Medal of Excellence', Nemen Soleton, with the rank of captain, serving under Claude Lopez, and the position of operational staff officer of the Lenny Army Staff of the Western General Army. I am ordered here  Block the advance of your army at all costs. I hope that I can be lucky enough to know the name of the venerable knight opposite me to highlight the glory of this battle."

    That＊s really what you should say.  Naimen looked at the opposite camp and saw a young knight and an old general whispering among the imperial army array.  After a moment, the young knight spoke.

    "I am the minister responsible for the foreign affairs of the empire, the earl of the Eagle Wing territory in the province of Durham. I am directly loyal to His Majesty Gustave Hugh Coleman. I serve as a law enforcement knight in the great knights of the trial. I have been awarded the title of 'Mercy (  Compassion)' named sword. Being able to fight against a 'Chapter of Excellence', I have a premonition that this will be a glorious battle. May our courage be blessed by the gods."

    Naimen nodded, turned around and walked towards his array.  He secretly said in his heart, "These nobles who have never changed from ancient times" Even in this age of muskets and magic, they still follow the aristocratic etiquette of the past.

    But that doesn＊t matter.  The time he needed had been bought.

    Naimen turned around and looked at the top of the tall stairs.  He gave the order decisively.

    "The entire right wing is here, aim at the enemy's front line! Four, three, two, one, concentrate fire, volley!"

    The first round of test firings of the Free Army began, and only the soldiers equipped with the new enchanted rifles on the right wing pulled the trigger.

    The trigger links the gear, the gear hits the flint, the flint ignites the gunpowder, the gunpowder pushes the air, and the air surges through the runes in the chamber, pushing the bullet to rotate forward and fly across the entire square!

    A bullet hit the Earl of Eagle Wings heavily in the shoulder.  The magic power on the adamantine-forged armor swayed in a spiral halo, but it could not stop the bullet. He felt a sharp pain.

    Although the knights in front of him were heavily armored, they were still beaten into colanders by this round of volleys.

    After more than a hundred years, blood finally dripped on this square symbolizing freedom.

    The Minister of Military Affairs squatted down with an agility befitting his age and shouted, "Except for the commandos, the entire formation is on defense!"

    The severe pain made the count angry, and the other party did not give them time to complete the preparations for the battle.

    "Judgement Knight, equipped!"

    The earl roared hoarsely.

    Amidst the heavy gunfire like a torrential rain, the sound of the imperial knights summoning their war horses can be heard.

    From the void, black horses from another world appeared. These horses docilely prostrate themselves at the feet of the Judgment Knights.  Such is their magical ability, and the reason why the Emperor selected them as the primary members of his assault force.

    The emperor needs a cavalry that can pass through underground tunnels - of course, such cavalry does not exist; but he can have a cavalry that can summon war horses.

    The entire cavalry leapt down from the high steps and charged forward.  The medical knights deployed their healing magic, holding great swords in their hands, and followed closely behind them.

    At this time, the library was set on fire.  The flames illuminated the emperor's back, and also caught the eyes of the Free Army soldiers.  They stared in astonishment at the fire, at the blazing treasure house of knowledge available to all citizens.

    "Each platoon on the left wing fires a volley!"

    Naimen Solayton waved his arm again.  Then he drew his pistol.

    It seems that we are in this situation again.  Is this good luck or bad luck?  When can we retire from the military and live a life where we don＊t have to draw a gun all the time?  Maybe there is no chance.  Even if the war ends, what will life be like?  He no longer knows.

    ??At least, through the window lattice of his shop, it is no longer possible to see the vault of the Central Library.  A dream is just a dream after all, right?

    "Each row on the right wing fires in turn! Those in the first row who have finished shooting, step back and insert bayonets into the muzzles of their guns!"

    Both sides have no way out.  Tonight's battle will be fought to the last man.
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