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The night of August 8, 1666 (mday+129)
Lenny? Central District 1
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Gustave Hugh Coleman I's eyes crossed the square and fell on the enemy's array.
He is the first emperor to set foot on this land in the past hundred years. Now his troops are trying to suppress the Free Army guarding the area.
If we look at it according to normal standards, the situation at this time should be that the Free Army is in the lead, and the lead is not small.
The cavalry on both wings of the Emperor's army were surrounded by hundreds of infantry and could be overwhelmed at any time. Although the center broke through quickly, it was delayed by the opponent's commander's new magic and was unable to achieve further breakthroughs.
But at this moment, the emperor heard the call of the God of War.
"Why did he waver? Why did he use a gun instead of magic?"
The Confederate commander wearing the Medal of Excellence hesitated the moment he raised his gun.
The foreign minister in front of him did not notice this moment of hesitation, but the emperor who was far away on the other side of the battlefield did.
Gustav scanned the Confederate array again.
Once the judgment is made, the unreasonableness of this array becomes more and more obvious.
There are no magic officers, no artillery, and a lot of everything that should be there is missing.
"This is not an elite force, but a ragtag group that was temporarily tangled up. Am I the only one who thinks so?"
He suddenly felt a similar thought.
The emperor turned his head and met Denika's eyes; the girl's shoulders trembled and she hurriedly lowered her head to stare at the ground.
"You have the same suspicion in your heart, Miss Willen." A sneer flashed at the corner of the emperor's mouth, "My generals didn't see it. As long as things are slightly different from common sense, they won't be able to see it."
Seeing that she couldn＊t hide, Denika had no choice but to nod her head: ※I think＃ the enemy army should be a temporary reserve team.§
Of course it can only be mobilized temporarily!
Denika is certain that Nemen Solayton was just an ordinary captain a day ago. Not yet a captain in the Lenny Army.
His troops are in the Western General Army, not here. The troops he is commanding now must have been brought in temporarily, with no training, no coordination, no organization, and no command. It's impossible to have time in one day.
The emperor nodded and confirmed his judgment.
"That's it. I almost got the 'Excellence Medal', and he actually deceived all my generals."
He moved a certain gem on the top of the scepter called "Power".
"Secretary Feigota, Minister Eagle Wing! Don't worry about that 'Excellence Chapter', disperse his troops! The rest of the people, come with me, all attack! This is me, the emperor of all Komen, Gusta Husband Hugh Coleman＊s orders!§
The sound spread throughout the square with the amplification of magic.
Hearing this order, Earl Eagle Wing, who was fighting with the opponent's commander, just glanced back. The offensive of the famous sword "Mercy" in his hand did not stop at all, and he frowned and cursed in a low voice.
"What a mess. Are you ignoring the other party's commander?"
The expression of Duke Loren von Feigota, Minister of Military Affairs, changed drastically. With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the troops around him to the two wings, then turned around and ran towards the rear. From his vigorous steps, there was no hint that the Duke was over sixty years old.
"A general assault? Your Majesty, this is not feasible, it is too dangerous!"
His anxious gaze crossed the square and fell on the few guards beside the emperor. He had repeatedly confessed that he must prevent the emperor from committing danger himself.
Two officers of the Guards grabbed the emperor's arms tightly: "Your Majesty! The Minister of Military Affairs said that you cannot be exposed to enemy fire"
Gustave flicked his arm, and the two guards were easily pushed away by him.
"Isn't it just a few new types of magic? Any new type of magic must have its weaknesses, and Mr. Feigota will definitely be able to figure out a way to solve it soon. Musket Team and Magician Team, follow me!"
The Emperor stepped forward resolutely and crossed the square.
Although the steps are still limping, the speed is surprisingly fast. In front of him was the National Army company farthest on the left wing.
"Don't fight, don't come back for reinforcements, carry out a total attack! Break forward! Break through! Break through!"
Everyone else, the musketeers, magicians, and priests, followed. People form scattered queues?Passing through the square, trying to meet up with the infantry fighting in front. Denika hesitated and followed.
"There should indeed be nothing in Solayton's hands, but is it really that simple?" She asked herself somewhere in her heart.
Everyone＊s attention is focused on the Free Army array in front of them.
No one noticed that there were a few more dim firelights downstairs in the parliament building to the north of the square.
※Raise the fire and fill it.§
Under the few flames that just lit up, the commander of the Free Army artillery ordered.
"finally come."
Naimen looked at the firelight in the direction of the parliament building and muttered in a low voice. He took three steps back, picked up a rifle with a bayonet from the ground, and barely blocked the sharp sword of Count Eagle Wing.
"The emperor is finally here. If this continues, my new magic will soon be seen through."
Better than the worst expectations, worse than the best expectations.
Naimen parried while calculating the distance.
One hundred and twenty steps, one hundred and ten steps.
The emperor, guarded by the magician, entered the square without any cover.
It＊s true that he didn＊t find enough magic officers＃ but that doesn＊t mean he didn＊t have artillery.
This is the capital of the free nations, in front of the United Parliament Building! How could this building not be guarded by artillery? As soon as he discovered that the company guarding the parliament building had an artillery platoon, Neimen did not hesitate to ambush them below the parliament building.
Naimen asked all the infantry in the front to raise fire in order to confuse the enemy's judgment. He did not extinguish all the surrounding lights, but lit one every five to create the illusion that there was no ambush within range.
His efforts paid off. The emperor was indeed separated from his main army.
"The twelve-pounder gun was loaded with double propellant and double No. 2 grape shot, and fired suppressively at the center of the square!"
The artillery platoon commander no longer took cover. He gave orders to all artillery pieces with hand signals and fire signals.
The entire artillery platoon has a total of six guns. Five 12-pound salute guns guarding the Parliament Building, plus an 18-pound naval heavy gun that was pulled out from the museum and was used during the Third War. In order to drag this slightly old behemoth downstairs of the parliament building, the officers of the Free Army spent a lot of effort and a lot of magic.
It is the five salute guns that are firing now. Although they are nominally salutes, there is no doubt about the maintenance and quality of these five guns. Even with double charges, which are extremely damaging to the cannons, they can still fire normally.
The default target of all artillery is the center of the square.
Loud explosions of gunpowder echoed, making the high-pitched screams of the Imperial mages' warning magic useless. Even without those magics, everyone knew the enemy artillery had opened fire.
"Enemy shelling! Organize defense!" "Stone wall!" "Explosion shield!" "Deflection field!"
The emperor stopped and also began to prepare defensive magic. While creating a large-scale storm in the air in front of him, he praised the opponent's commander: "Grape shot. From the beginning, he planned to target the team of spellcasters with the strongest defense."
All shells containing multiple smaller pellets of ammunition in one shell are called cannonballs. According to the size of the lead particles used in the shotgun shells, the larger lead particles are specifically called grapeshot.
Small-sized lead bullets mean that each shell contains more ammunition and can cover the target area more densely, but are also easily blocked by wide-area defense magic; large-sized grape lead bullets have much less quantity. Whether it can cause damage depends on chance, but it is easier to penetrate various armors and defensive magic.
Therefore, the former is very effective against light infantry and cavalry that lack defense, while the latter is a powerful weapon against teams with various defense methods such as heavily armored warriors and magicians. Take the No. 2 twelve-pound grape bullets used by the Free Army. No. 2 means that each lead bullet weighs half a pound, and each twelve-pound shell contains twenty-one lead pellets.
Among the ten rounds of No. 2 twelve-pound grape shot fired in this round of shelling, there were two hundred and ten half-pound lead bullets.
More than two hundred large lead bullets are enough to penetrate most magic stone walls and sacred shields, and the effect of the deflection field will also be minimized due to the random flight of the shotguns.
There were only forty or fifty people in this detachment beside the emperor, and almost all of them were exposed to the threat of shotguns.
The shotgun balls wrapped in iron mesh rubbed against the air, emitting a harsh and unpleasant ballistic sound. Most of the shells disintegrated in the air, but a few barbed wires were of unstable quality and did not explode until they hit the ground.
How many full-time majors are there?The nobles and court mages who focused on air defense magic were caught off guard, and were directly shot into their bodies by large lead bullets flying diagonally from below. Half-pound lead bullets had little penetrating power, but the man they struck was sure to die.
"Pumice Stone Technique!"
Dinica had already squatted down and recited a spell. All the floor tiles in front of her were lifted up by this spell. Within ten meters of her, these floor tiles floating in the low air formed a low barrier, surrounding the emperor and several of his guards. Several lead bullets flying sideways from the ground hit the floor tiles and were blocked outside the barrier.
When the emperor saw this strange magic, he immediately knew who set it off: "You are familiar with this cannonball, Miss Willen."
Danica just nodded. From the Fegotas, she knew that the empire's output of grapeshot was very low, and even if it was available, most of it was assigned to the navy. The average soldier was not very familiar with the performance of grapeshot. Even the Feigota soldiers who often fought with the Confederate Army had only seen paper-shell grape bullets or expensive magic-guided grape bullets. They didn＊t know much about this kind of random-damaging shells wrapped in barbed wire Of course, this is also related to the fact that the empire cannot mass-produce iron wire.
But she was too lazy to say that she knew this, nor did she want to mention the intelligence work she had done in private to the emperor. So she just nodded.
And, she heard a louder and much darker explosion.
"It's now!"
At the foot of the Parliament Building, the artillery commander personally ignited the line of fire of the eighteen-pound gun.
The artillery is an old model of naval gun, but the ammunition is not. The other artillery pieces were all loaded with grape bullets, and only the eighteen-pounder gun was loaded with magic-breaking heavy bullets.
During the long age of bows and arrows, people created an astonishing number and types of magic bows and magic arrows. After entering the firearms age, these efforts were of course transferred to firearms. Magicians found that, aside from the major drawback of high-speed friction and explosions that impair the effectiveness of certain spells, these weapons were actually better carriers of magic. After the magic energy originally used to accelerate the arrow's advance is replaced by chemical energy, it can be freed up and used in other directions - such as breaking through defensive magic and obstacles.
The "Silver Star" mithril heavy-breaking magic bullet is the most outstanding achievement in this regard. This month, the Parliament is discussing the possibility of large-scale production of it. The bomb weighs nineteen and a half pounds and can be fired from various types of eighteen-pound guns.
After excluding the high-density mithril material in the outer layer, the net weight of the combat part is fourteen pounds. It entered the experimental installation stage only last year. It is one of the most advanced magic weapons in the entire civilized world. The cost of each shot is almost half a million dollars. Artillery.
It is designed to deal with everything from earth walls, stone walls, force field walls to the latest active interception reaction magic. The warhead also has a certain degree of automatic guidance capability and can deflect towards the location with the highest magic density in the opponent's lineup. For the army, it is an accompanying mage, and for the navy, it is a navigation mage. Therefore, the Free Army and Navy have high hopes for this kind of artillery shell.
Of all the resources that Nemen Solayton had managed to scrape together, only this experimental ammunition had the potential to beat the mighty emperor to pieces. This cannonball trailed a shining silver trail and lived up to expectations, piercing directly into the center of the floor tile ring!
"It must hit. It is said that even if several top spellcasters join forces, they cannot defend against the direct hit of this shell."
Naimen prayed like this.
Loren von Feigota, the Minister of Military Affairs, stopped and his face turned livid.
"Your Majesty! Get out of the way of that thing!"
But Emperor Gustavus did not defend or dodge.
He just took half a step back.
"This is his trump card."
The emperor held the end of the staff with both hands and turned sideways.
The scepter "Power" in his hand points vertically to the sky〞〞
The magic power above was fully unfolded, forming a giant network.
"Then let's give it a try. Strengthen my strength and speed!"
The trajectory of the heavy demon-breaking cannonball was reflected in the emperor's eyes, and every point it passed was clearly visible. The gift of dynamic vision is naturally engraved in the blood of the Hugh Coleman family.
The shells flew closer and closer, seeming to be constantly adjusting their trajectories.
The surrounding mithril shell began to fall off, neutralizing the surrounding defensive magic, and revealing the solid and sharp cone-shaped grenade body inside.
The emperor took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes.
The cannonball fell and hit the center of the stone ring〞〞
It is difficult to describe in words the speed and power of His Majesty Gustav's movements. Several guards were trying in vain to interfere with the cannonball with magic. Only Denika saw the "forced"?§ trajectory.
She saw the emperor's shoulders turning rapidly, and "Power" followed the direction of his arm and hit the center of the cannonball.
That invisible net trapped the demon-breaking cannonball. Before the magic power on the cannonball could take effect and detonate, it was thrown out by the emperor!
The shell bounced back diagonally, hit the heights of the parliament building, and then exploded.
People were stunned as they watched the two supporting columns on the facade of the parliament building being blown to pieces by the violent explosion, and then slowly falling down.
Gustave Hugh Coleman actually shot back a cannonball!
In comparison, using a sword to chop bullets is nothing. Almost everyone in sight was thinking the same thing.
"The blood of the royal family is too outrageous."
For the soldiers of the Free Army, this psychological impact is much greater. No wonder those northern nobles and magicians want to be loyal to him!
"It's a pity that it missed a little. It was supposed to hit the parliament building. The trajectory of this shell was a bit strange."
Gustav put away the "power" with his left hand, and then pushed the shoulder that was dislocated due to the strong momentum back to its original position as if nothing had happened. He turned to Denika, who was still stunned.
"If this is a magic-guided cannonball then it means that your magic power is strong enough to interfere with its trajectory. Among so many royal mages and priests, this is an amazing achievement, princess. There is such a thing Magic, you will eventually find a place among my subjects."
The emperor looked at the enemy's artillery positions again. A detachment had already rushed over, and at least for a short period of time, it was impossible for the artillery platoon to fire again.
"Okay, let's continue the general assault! Defeat them!"
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"Long live the Emperor!" Shouts echoed across the battlefield. The battle continues until now, and probably half of Lenny knows that the enemy has advanced to the first area.
"All musketeers, load their weapons and fire rapidly in three rows!"
The Holy Empire's musketeers and magicians opened fire with all their strength. The low and noisy spells and the hiss of burning match ropes rang out together, and the sharp activation words came and went, but they were immediately covered up by the loud explosions and the sound of bullets piercing the air.
Wearing the Medal of Excellence, Captain Thorleyton kept picking up the rifle with the bayonet from the ground, and kept retreating further and further.
His eyes glanced to both sides from time to time, trying to find a way to retreat for himself and his troops.
We can＊t just collapse like this. If we let go and collapse here, it will be all over. Eight companies, two battalions, the most powerful regular army reserve within the second city wall. Lenny claimed that there were 100,000 defenders, but at least 70,000 of the 100,000 defenders were confronting the enemy on the third and fourth walls, and most of the remaining 30,000 were in field hospitals.
"Emperor In this war of more than a hundred years, we have been able to kill several of these monsters. The senior soldiers of the Free Army are really amazing."
Can＊t win. Can't win from the start.
Naimen painstakingly tried to find ways to concentrate his own forces, lure the emperor into fighting in batches, and lure different units to different directions for siege, just to deal with the emperor. After taking care of the emperor, he can naturally use his defensive magic to escape safely, which is not a problem.
However, the result of all the artillery firepower concentrated together is just to add a little scratch to the pure royal blood. The six artillery pieces and the latest heavy-duty magic-breaking bullets were also completely worthless in front of the emperor.
"Forward! Defeat the enemy's flanks!"
It＊s all over. The empire's high-level spellcasters were numerous and powerful, and the morale of Naimen's improvised troops was at its lowest point.
And the count in front of him didn't give him any chance to retreat. He was unable to organize a retreat.
"That's enough, Eagle Wing! How long are you going to delay!" The grumpy old Duke turned back to the front line and yelled, "You can't kill him, look at your troops! Leave him alone, he is not directly in charge of the troops. Commanded!"
"Five minutes! I know the weakness of this new type of magic〞〞"
But the old Duke interrupted him directly. "Mage! Stone wall technique, separate these two people! I have already judged the weaknesses and so on!"
The two court mages immediately chanted incantations and separated Naimen and Kewei with two stone walls.
The Foreign Minister fiercely chopped off a corner of the stone wall with his sword, turned around and wanted to argue with Duke Feigota. Naimen immediately seized this opportunity and fled towards his troops.
"Isn't it just that you can't use magic actively? With such powerful defense and dispelling magic, you can't"There can't be any magic power flowing out from it-" The old Duke suddenly woke up mid-sentence, "Stone Wall Technique!" Surround that ＆Chapter of Excellence＊! Before he withdraws! "
Naimen didn＊t hear this. At that time, he was looking anxiously at his right wing, which was already in danger and seemed to be broken through at any time, then outflanked and annihilated.
"Attention all troops, concentrate on the left wing and wait for opportunities to enter street fighting-"
A stone wall suddenly appeared in front of him. His shoulder slammed into the stone wall, and he endured the pain and rushed to the left, trying to bypass the magic stone wall.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Then there is another stone wall. Two lanes, three lanes, four lanes.
Naimen found himself surrounded in a cell made of stone walls. For a magician, this situation should be easy to solve, and even a new magician in the first stage would not be stumped.
But he heard the joyful and somewhat crazy laughter of Count Eagle Wings outside.
"Very good, then he will be able to disable that damn new defensive magic!"
Naimen's movements froze, and the word "death" crossed his mind.
Does he want to try? Does he dare to try? No matter what, the "merciful" owner will move faster than him. He didn't have time to make up for the defensive magic.
By maintaining this magic, he can at least survive. After dispelling this magic, there may be a chance to escape, but it is more likely to die here directly.
There must be some other way. There's always some other way to think of it. Naimen said to himself, hurry up.
But this time it seems like all the ideas have dried up. There were only two choices before him: die now, or die later.
He hesitated until the gunshots, curses and killings outside slowly quieted down.
No cheers were heard This could not be a victory for the Free Army.
It seems it's all over.
Naimen picked up his pistol. Now to remove the magic and shoot him in the head with this gun seems to be an option.
But I don＊t want to die. The more veterans you are, the less you want to die. They even think they will not die. Mentally, he is already a veteran.
There were some conversations outside and the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.
"More than a hundred people escaped. Most of them were left here by us. We can set off in five minutes, Your Majesty."
Someone used magic to shatter this stone wall. There were many torches outside, bright as day.
Dozens of Imperial people surrounded a few big shots, standing in front of his temporary cell.
The one in the middle of them is the emperor. Standing first on his left hand was the old Duke. He didn't see Denika.
The Duke asked him: "The resistance of your army has ended. You are the commander of this army. Name?"
It should be Feigota, the Minister of Military Affairs, Naimen thought. "I, I, I am" He wanted to answer, but his tongue seemed to be tied up.
Duke Feigota mistakenly thought that he was about to make an impassioned speech, and immediately interrupted: "No need to say a long speech, we are very pressed for time. Surrender or not? The first person to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side can still be treated preferentially"
The staff in the emperor's hand suddenly hit the ground hard, interrupting the military minister's words.
"Pause. I have objections, Sir Feigota. I do not accept surrender."
"Your Majesty?" the Minister of Military Affairs asked in surprise, "He is a distinguished medal."
"I know. We can set off in five minutes, right." The emperor took a step forward and looked at the captain in front of him, "Do you feel that you lost unfairly?"
Naimen Solayton looked at the emperor. This man is the most powerful person in the north, a monster in human form and a tyrant. This is indeed true from a combat perspective. Not handsome, but very powerful looking and able to leave a deep impression.
"You feel that you have tried your best to win. In the end, we lost because we were too strong and had bad luck. You feel that your command is remarkable, if not excellent. So you have stayed here. , I want to try my luck to see if I can surrender.§
Naimen opened his mouth, wanting to say "I won't surrender," but nothing came out.
"That's not the case. It is your greed for credit that has pushed your motherland to a dead end. If you succeed, you will be able to end the war and get the greatest effect with the smallest loss. You will become a hero and put your name on the line. Written in bold letters in history books. But have you estimated your chances of success? Have you considered the consequences of your failure, Chapter of Excellence?"
The emperor looked at him coldly.
"You are busy taking risks before you understand the conditions."?. I'm here because I have confidence in my ability to fight, do you? The fact that you are busy retreating instead of stalling proves that you have no backup. The entire regular reserve force of the Lenny Army is here, right? Now, from here to the East Third District, the Lenny Army only has one gate. You are gambling. Not only are you gambling with your own life, but you are gambling with the fate of the entire country. You personally pushed the entire Lenny Army's reserve force onto the gambling table, and then lost everything. "
"Thank you for taking the initiative to gather the reserves and catch us all in one fell swoop. If these troops are scattered in the city, we can't safely destroy your command center. You should know that the success rate of your plan may be only one-fifth, or even One-tenth, one-twentieth. You are risking your country for your personal honor." Gustave looked around at the ministers around him and emphasized every word, "And I don't need one. Gambler. So I won't accept your surrender."
Cold sweat dripped down Naimen＊s head. His teeth were trembling, but he didn't know how to refute.
Because it is. Had these troops not broken up, the interception might have been more effective as the Emperor attempted to seize the gate. Although that also carries a very high risk, subconsciously he does prefer this direct volley plan with greater merit.
On the other hand, Earl Eagle Wing raised an objection: "If you kill a serious 'Excellence Chapter' on the battlefield, it will be enough to deter the rebels, but killing prisoners there are too many people who know about it now, and it is impossible to keep it secret. "
After all, that was the opponent he had fought to the death with. Being so belittled by the emperor made the earl subconsciously feel a little disgraced.
"Who said he was going to kill him? I like enemies like him. I like enemies who are willful. Especially enemies who can't judge the strength of the enemy's army and their own army, and like to fight with great battle plans. If all my enemies If this is the case, then it would be too easy to eliminate such an army. Some people think that they can overcome the gap in strength with their own little cleverness, and some people think that they can ignore the order of the world as long as they use flexibility as an excuse. I like enemies like this, very much, but I don＊t like companions like this.§
"Do you mean to let him go?" This time it was the Minister of Military Affairs who raised an objection.
"No. I want the rebel soldiers to see what kind of person their Medal of Excellence is given to." The emperor concluded, "The dignified 'Medal of Excellence' is actually a waste that can't even gather fireballs. This is really an exaggeration. He also used his motherland as a bargaining chip to gain his future. Hearing these things, many people should lose confidence in the future of the Southern Army. Their most senior medal will become a joke."
Naimen saw his future. What a future that is. He quietly pressed his hand on his gun and released the defensive magic.
Maybe death is a better choice. Compared to surrendering and being humiliated, life is worse than death.
And at this moment, the emperor sneered. He had been waiting for this moment.
"Now you understand. I order you, stop!"
A huge spiritual power invaded Naimen＊s mind where he lost his willpower. For a mind that can use magic and has firm beliefs, it is only possible to be controlled by mind control magic when it is on the verge of collapse.
"The order begins. You will give up all thoughts of resistance and escape. You will move in the direction of our army and try your best to become a prisoner. These are the wishes deep in your mind and will not affect your dealings with other southerners. You will always want to live until you actually enter the prisoner of war camp. It's over." The emperor looked at his pocket watch, "Exactly five minutes, let the troops set off."
Nai Men＊s hand was pressed against the gun.
Move! Move! Move! He shouted to himself in his mind, but to no avail. His limbs were motionless, totally unresponsive to his own orders.
It＊s the end.
※Go to the empire and surrender,§ a demonic voice repeated in my ears. Like his own voice, but actually it's mind control magic.
He is going to surrender. Wait until the time is right.
He watched these imperial men mount their horses one after another and leave eastward.
Just follow them. Heading towards the direction of the emperor.
Will not resist or run away.
"Someone can rescue me from this nightmare. It doesn't matter who it is."
This was his unspoken cry. No one will hear it. When mind control magic acts on a person with a broken will, it is so powerful that even the bishops may not be able to remove this mind control.
But for some reason, Naimen felt that someone must be able to hear it. It's just a feeling. He has no spare time??To think who heard it.
He started to leave. Follow the sound of the Emperor's horse's hooves and head to the east of the city.
And in that troop, Earl Eagle Wing also looked at the figure of his enemy. Walking alongside him was the old Duke of Feigota.
"I don't understand." The earl asked the Minister of Military Affairs in a low voice, "Why would your Majesty say that? This commander is very talented and can respond quickly. It's just because he is young and does not have enough ability and experience."
"The effect of keeping him alive will be better. The system that fundamentally attacks the rebels is much more effective than killing their people."
Having said this, the old Duke stopped talking and seemed a little sentimental.
"In our time, an ordinary soldier who captured a medal of excellence could use this military merit to become a baron with a formal fiefdom. A viscount under my command made a fortune through this. The battalion he led killed a seventh-level mage. 'Excellence Chapter'. His camp originally had more than 800 people, but after that battle, there were only more than 60 people left. As for the living Excellence Chapter, we have never caught a single one. Not one."
Loren von Fegota took one last look at the "Excellence Chapter" that was controlled by spiritual command magic like a walking zombie.
"He made a choice, he hesitated, so he got it. I'll leave first, and your Majesty will leave it to you. I'll go see the forward troops."
The old Duke shook his head and galloped eastwards.
His adopted daughter was in that forward force. For some reason, before the battle was over, Denika volunteered to join the vanguard and went to the second east gate.
Along the way, the Minister of Military Affairs and his several guards did not encounter any resistance. Occasionally, a few houses were burning, indicating that the war had ignited the entire city, not just the outer city.
As expected, the East Second Gate was captured. When the three National Army militia companies here heard that the inner city had fallen, one-third of them dispersed, and the remaining people formed a marching column and rushed to reinforce. On the road, they were all overwhelmed by a strike from the vanguard.
Denika was waiting for the follow-up troops to arrive under the city gate, walking around anxiously. Seeing Loren arriving in person, she was stunned, but she immediately bowed her knees to her adoptive father.
"Father, after I collected all the weapons of the militia company, I dismissed them. We had no manpower to guard them, and for the sake of future occupation, I did not kill them. I hope I did not do anything wrong."
In fact, she found Teacher Zalt from the prisoners and hinted him to quickly escape south with the nun. It should still be possible.
"Reduce killing. This is exactly what His Majesty meant. You did a good job." Loren nodded.
Denika asked again: "Is the battle in the square over? How is their commander?"
These two sentences were spoken very fluently and naturally, and they did not sound suspicious at all.
The old Duke thought for a while and replied: "When the war is over, he will be in our prisoner of war camp."
At this moment, to the east of them, three green flashes of light rose. is a signal.
"The general attack has begun. Can you see the battle situation from here?"
"The view from the top of the city wall is good." Denika followed behind her adoptive father, and the two of them went up the stairs.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The Minister of Military Affairs stood at the top of the East Second Gate, looking at the city. Starting from the green flash just now, the sound of artillery shook the whole city.
In the East Third District, the sound of gunfire and artillery has covered up all the sounds, and the firelight has covered all the colors.
"Then, the next thing to do is to disintegrate the defense system from behind. It doesn't seem too difficult, and the casualties on both sides shouldn't be too great. After all, no city gate can withstand attacks from both sides at the same time. s attack."
The Minister of War turned around and walked down the stairs, "This is the end of the entire freedom war."
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