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Volume 4: Tower of Violet 702 Chaos

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    Norman city.  ¡ù% Around one in the morning, the main force of the Guards in the camp outside the city divided into four groups and headed for Norman.  At the same time, the troops on duty in the city also left their posts one after another and gathered at the edge of the city.  About an hour later, the Imperial Guards completely controlled the four main entrances and the nine attached side entrances.  The gates of the city were closed and the soldiers lined up. From this moment on, no soldier could enter or leave the city through the gates.  It¡¯s like an iron cage. People outside can¡¯t get in, and people inside can¡¯t get out.  At three o'clock in the morning, the radical nobles officially launched their attack.  They planned for a long time and were fully prepared. They quickly led a heavily armed private army and took over the city without bloodshed.  This undefended capital city of Snowton.  First, the main streets, and then the foreign court offices. After taking control of these key areas, the noble private armies were divided into more than a dozen groups and swarmed into every corner of the city.  Among them, the largest group was personally led by Armon Hamer, the Chief of Political Affairs, and surrounded the palace with water.  As for the other troops, some were responsible for maintaining law and order, and some were suppressing riots everywhere, so screams began to sound, and flames rose everywhere. Norman City finally looked a little turbulent.  "These dogs" Armon Hammer shook his head, he could think of what happened.  Most of the noble private armies have no discipline or honor to speak of. They are ten times and a hundred times more disorganized than ordinary rebel armies.  It is not impossible to take the opportunity to rob property or even commit murder.  And the nobles will not restrict themselves too much, because this is a reward, otherwise why would they allow you to rebel? It would be a serious crime of beheading.  "Hurry! Hurry!" Armon Hammer urged loudly.  The chief political officer, wearing a military uniform and riding a horse, seemed a bit nondescript.  But in fact, he also learned swordsmanship when he was a boy, and he was still a famous swordsman in Vanuna at that time. However, after so many years, the president has become accustomed to holding a quill pen, and he has long forgotten how to hold a sword.  "My lord." From the other end of the Triumph Avenue.  A cavalry force of nearly three thousand people came on horseback, and the leader shouted loudly.  Armon Hamer turned around and saw that they were wearing the uniforms of the Imperial Guards, so he waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to lift their guard.  The knight in chainmail raised his hand to push away the visor. His face was sharp and angular, and his brows were sharp. He was the illegitimate son of the Tagore family, Winster.  "The palace must be captured before dawn." Amon Hamer stared at the closed palace door.  On the three-foot-high wall, there were already figures walking back and forth.  They were specially selected golden-robed guards, independent of the Imperial Guards. There were a total of two thousand people, all of whom were loyal and highly skilled.  In order to deal with this force, Armon Hamer not only brought 10,000 noble private troops, but also borrowed 3,000 elite cavalry from the Praetorian Guards.  Only by capturing the palace can they truly control the Norman city.  "Sir, why don't you lead your troops to feign an attack, while our troops move to one side and look for weak points in the palace wall to break through?" Winster took stock of the situation and offered some advice.  "No need, our army is sure of victory, just attack head-on." Armon Hamer pondered for a moment.  So decided.  His suspicion relapsed, and in order to avoid complications, it was better to keep the guards under his nose.  "Thenokay." Winster nodded. He reined in his horse and stopped beside Amon, ordering three thousand guardsmen to stand by.  At least the first few waves of attacks.  It won't be their turn.  ¡°Besides, even if it¡¯s his turn, he still has plenty of excuses.  ****** The sky is bright and dim.  Under the city of Severa, King Nachini completely defeated the New Army of Light, and the final victory was within reach.  In the northern Norman city, noble rebellion also ignited like wildfire.  In front of the dazzling sword, the people who were originally in an uproar became silent, and the few who resisted obediently shut their mouths or lost their lives after paying the price of blood.  ¡°More protests were stifled before they could be heard.  There is a private army of 5,000 people in charge of the area where military and political officials live. As soon as the confused officials opened the door, they were pushed to the ground by the rebels.  As for their next fate, it depends on the mood of the other party.  Extortion of property is still light, but killing people and stealing goods is not uncommon.  For those high-level officials, the rebels did not dare to make too many mistakes.  But wealthy businessmen, powerless civilians, and even middle- and lower-level officials were unfortunately involved in this storm. They committed rape, robbery, and all kinds of bestiality that were unbearable to watch.  "Norman City is located in the hinterland of the Holy Blood River. It has never been touched by the enemy for hundreds of years. I don't know how many families were killed that night, and how many hopes were shattered" The black-faced and short-bearded Guards commander shook his head and sighed.  He didn't need to see it with his own eyes to know how miserable the city was.  Modcic was silent.He nodded. Among a group of armored and helmeted warriors, he was somewhat out of place in his cloak, but this handsome young official was the driving force behind the scenes.  "My lord, please give the order to attack." Seeing that he didn't speak, the black-faced general urged again.  "Wait a moment," Modsic comforted, "When they start to attack the palace and the largest unit is restrained, we will immediately send troops to quell the rebellion." "How long will it take?" The black-faced general refused.  He asked nervously.  "Half an hour." Modric replied firmly.  Hearing this, the black-faced general finally calmed down and turned around to order his troops to prepare for battle.  But Modcic¡¯s brows still didn¡¯t relax.  Although he made secret arrangements, he was still worried about the safety of the old general Kurdran. ? ****** At this time, the situation in front of the General's Mansion was indeed tense and the atmosphere was tense.  "Which noble family's private army are you?" The door of the palace opened wide, and Old General Kurdran rode out, followed by dozens of armored knights and hundreds of servants holding sticks.  "By order of the Council of Elders," a private military leader who looked like a butler shouted matter-of-factly, "King Nachini is militaristic and cruel. A new king should be elected to maintain the stability of the empire." "The empire is not safe.  An Wen, are you the one who has the final say?" Kurdlan raised his thick eyebrows and asked sternly.  The pot-bellied leader shrank his neck in fear, but he still mustered up the courage because of the overwhelming number of people on his side.  He persuaded, "Old General, I advise you not to get involved in this troubled water. The entire Norman city is in our hands, and even the Praetorian Guards are willing to obey the orders of the Elders." "Which of you is in charge?  I'll go see him!" Kurdran waved his hand.  Too lazy to talk to him.  "This is not impossible." The order the leader received was to trap the old general Kurdran in his house. If the other party resisted, troops would be sent to suppress him, regardless of his life or death.  But he heard that there were quite a few masters in the General's Mansion escort team. If they fought with both hands, they would be defeated to the death.  This leader is timid and timid, but his mind is astute.  He rolled his eyes and thought of a countermeasure, "If you want to see my master, these idlers must stay in the house." "No," the guard captain Gilno immediately refused, "It is our duty to protect the master of the family.  "I can promise you, but you have to ensure the safety of the people in my house." Kurdlan waved his hand and ordered him to leave.  demanded.  The conditions proposed by the other party were in line with the old general's wishes. He was willing to die, but he did not want his family and servants to suffer.  "Don't worry, General. We will only guard the door. As long as they don't go out, everything will be fine." The leader promised.  "Okay," Kurdran nodded, "Let's go." "Hey, it's okay for me to follow the master alone, right?" Gilnor clapped his horse and stepped forward.  A determined look on his face.  "Okay." The leader of the private army thought for a while and replied nonchalantly.  He called a squad of a hundred people and ordered them to "escort" Kurdran and Gilnor to the palace, where the commander-in-chief of the operation, Lord Amon Hamer, was located.  ****** "Decree of the Council of Elders!" "The sinful king Nachini is militaristic, loves great achievements, has corrupt personal ethics, and is cruel and unkind Since the Southern Expedition, how many Snorton people have buried their bones in foreign lands Their families have shed blood and sacrificed on the front line,  What benefits have we gained? " "Battle report from Severa, the Southern Expeditionary Army has been defeated, and the coalition forces of the 'Holy Alliance' will fight back to the north soon!" Specially selected soldiers with loud voices spread the message along the street.  A written message.  The people who had not yet woken up listened to all this in confusion.  They don't understand why things are going so well, then things turn sour.  "Since the beginning of autumn, taxes have been increased by a full 30%. The soldiers are heartbroken and the people are resentful. If he does not overthrow his tyranny and elect a benevolent king, Snowton will surely perish!" A piece of proclamation was posted on the notice.  On the board, it was distributed to every household.  It lists the ten deadly sins of King Nachini in exaggerated strokes, which is clear-cut and convincing.  "The ten deadly sins?" The soldiers who distributed the proclamation handed out a few to the "friendly troops" under the city wall when they passed by.  A clever Guardsman stepped forward to take it with a smile and presented it to the black-faced commander and Modsic. The two of them browsed it briefly and couldn't help laughing.  "Sixth, personal ethics are corrupted and the palace is messed up?" Modsic, who was hiding in the ranks of the Imperial Guards, thought incredulously, "Since taking the throne, the king has only married one person, His Highness Katherina, and the harem is full of people.  There are not many maids. Is this called a filthy palace? " "It is said that the king has hundreds of beauties in the harem, who play and sing every night., The sex is terrible, and the description is vivid and colorful." The black-faced general threw the memo to the ground and snorted contemptuously, "I'm afraid this is their own personal experience.  " "Anyway, ordinary people don't know what the harem is like. They just throw dirty water at will," Modsic folded the memorandum in half, stuffed it into his sleeves, and said softly, "The Elders are building momentum to find reasons for their rebellion.  , but soon, this will become their evidence, so let them talk nonsense, the more people know about it, the better.  " ****** "Attack it!  "Amon Hamer pulled out his ornately decorated stabbing sword and gave the order in a loud voice. The soldiers of the private army were howling, and at first glance they looked quite powerful. They struggled to push the battering ram and rushed towards the main entrance of the palace.  It has to be said that the nobles are still smart, and they actually obtained siege equipment. A mess of arrows fell, and occasionally soldiers fell to the ground screaming. Only a few generals could be issued expensive heavy armor.  Most of the lower-level soldiers could only raise their skinned shields and pray for the goddess of fate. However, the number of golden-robed guards guarding the palace was only two thousand, and they had to be placed on various palace walls to guard, so there were only five or six at the main entrance.  Hundreds of people. And most of them are good at close combat, and their archery skills are quite average. They can't inflict serious damage on the enemy for a moment at most. After paying hundreds of casualties, the battering ram finally arrived at the palace gate with a heavy crash.  , the cast iron door latch twitched. In just a quarter of an hour, the palace's defense system was on the verge of collapse.  They also have deadly weapons like battering rams in their hands. "What are you" Seeing the guards next to them begin to adjust their formation, Amon Hamer asked alertly. "My lord, please don't forget.  The Council of Elders had promised that we would be the first to enter the palace.  "Winster reminded with a smile. "You?  Winster, you are a noble and you must always remember your identity.  "Armon Hamer said casually, but still waved his hand and let them line up to prepare for battle. At this moment, there was a sound of horse hooves behind him, followed by Kurdran's question, "Which of you is in charge?  " "Hey, General?  "Amon Hamer turned his horse's head and saw that the old general was surrounded by his own soldiers and horses. He immediately felt relieved and asked with a victor's attitude, "Why, the guards did not obey your orders?  Are you panicking?  " "Amon Hamer!  "Old General Kurdran asked loudly, "Do you still remember the oath you swore when you took office as Chief of Staff?  "Of course you remember, you are loyal to the king," Armon Hamer spread his hands and argued, "The Council of Elders will recommend a new king, and I will be loyal to him, and I have not violated my oath."  " "Are you also planning to commit treason?  "The old general turned his head and scanned the surrounding soldiers and asked loudly. "Stop talking nonsense," Armon Hamer interrupted him and said coldly, "Surrender or die, you choose for yourself.  " Kurdran drew his sword solemnly and pointed at him from a distance, "I will use your blood to prove what loyalty is.  " "Take him," Armon Hamer smiled disdainfully, waved his hand and ordered, "Your head will be my gift to the new king.  " Kurdran's arrival alone made Armon Hamer finally confirm that the Guards had indeed surrendered to their side. The last worries were dispelled, and the rebels became more and more rampant. Cheers continued to sound, and they scattered in twos and threes.  He broke into the house with a sharp knife and took this opportunity to enrich himself. With a bang, the door of the palace was opened. In the square, Kurdran, who was resisting, was knocked off his horse by a spear. Gilnor came on his horse and fought to his death.  Protect the old general behind you. "Gather the ministers and elect a new king!"  "Amon Hamer was in high spirits and ordered his men to ring the big bell inside the palace gate. The bell rang throughout the city. This was the signal agreed in advance. The nobles walked out of their homes one after another and rushed to the palace in carriages. Pick, win.  The fruit of(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! ps: (4000 words, it¡¯s not too much to pretend to be two updates, right?)
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