Chapter 425 "It's to survive" Garcia suddenly screamed and screamed at the old prime minister: "It's to survive" At such a close distance, Garcia's spit even sprayed on the old prime minister's face.
After the old prime minister was stunned for a moment, he immediately said loudly: "No, Your Majesty, we must not escape now."
"Can't you escape, sit here and wait for the rebels to come here, break through the palace gates, kill this hall, and then cut off my head like a cow and sheep" Garcia screamed, his body shivering away like leaves in the cold wind.
The old prime minister understood that the young emperor was really about to collapse, and he was terrified "Nope" The old man also stood up, he stopped in front of the emperor, and said quickly: "Your Majesty can't go, you are the king of the empire, if you leave here now, the empire will have no emperor, and there will be no hope" "Hopefully, we still have hope, haven't you heard the movement outside, those rebels have already entered the city" "Your Majesty" "They are outside, I am sitting here, I can hear their voices, they are cheering, they are coming towards me, they are going to kill me, they are going to cut off my head, they are going to hang my body on the gates" "Your Majesty" "I can smell them, you know what, I can smell it, I can smell it" The young emperor, his voice already has a taste of madness.
The old prime minister took a deep breath, stared at Garcia, and suddenly gritted his teeth, raised his hand and threw it over. syllable There was a crisp sound, and the sound was withdrawn in the huge hall, and even with a clear echo.
Garcia seemed to be stunned, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his cheek, and looked at the old courtier in front of him in surprise, as if it took a long time before he spoke: "You you actually beat me" "Your Majesty," the old prime minister shouted in a deep voice, "I have offended your guilt, and you can punish me in the future."
But now, I will never let you leave the palace one step, I know that you are scared now, I can tell you, all of us are scared, but please don't forget your identity, you are the emperor of the Byzantine Empire, the king of the empire, the glory of the Krenma family, all pinned on you, if you set foot here today, then the glory of the Krenma family for thousands of years will disappear, you have lost not the glory of you alone, but the glory of your surname, the glory of all your ancestors, His Majesty the Emperors of all generations will be humiliated by this, even if there has been the most difficult moment in history, no emperor has ever done such a thing, never, no, an emperor, has ever fled from Osgilia If you do this today, then not only the empire will perish, but also the glory of the entire imperial family for thousands of years will be shattered in your hands" The old prime minister grabbed the emperor's sleeve and pointed to the direction of the gate: "At this moment, just outside, there are still loyal soldiers of the empire fighting for you, they have not given up on Yanjing City, and there are countless loyal people who are shedding their last drop of blood for this empire, if you leave, are you worthy of this empire, worthy of your ancestors, worthy of those who died for your loyalty?"
The young emperor was stunned.
Garcia wasn't really the kind of cowardly man, but the blow of this failure shattered his confidence.
He has also made enough efforts for this empire, when he was in the Rhodella cavalry army, he also experienced the front line of the war, and shared weal and sorrow with the soldiers, he is not a timid person at heart, but after all this, in the face of the final defeat, his confidence collapsed, and he was no longer able to make a correct judgment.
An old man and a young man were looking at each other, when suddenly the door of the main hall was knocked open again, and with the sound of armor colliding, a tall and majestic figure strode in.
General Span turned pale, slowly walked over with a sharp sword in his hand, and fell to his knees less than ten paces away from the two of them, and the long sword was stuck on the ground in front of him.
General Spann hung his head deeply: "Your Majesty" Emperor Garcia suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Span I asked you to gather the horses, gather the cavalry and escort me to the port, are your men ready?"
Spann didn't speak, his eyes swept over the old prime minister standing aside, and finally landed on the blade of the sword in front of him.
On the blade of the sword, it was clearly visible that it was full of blood.
"Your Majesty."
General Span's voice was astringent: "All the horses in the palace, I have all gathered together, along with all the cavalry I brought, have been assembled" Garcia's eyes were obviously a little shaken, and his voice trembled again: "Okay, okay, you immediately follow my order, let them line up outside to escort me to the dock, we, get on the boat and go to sea" In the end, the young emperor didn't even dare to raise his head to make contact with the old prime minister's eyes.
Just when Salumbonelli's eyes were filled with despair, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I can't carry out this order of yours. ” General Spann suddenly raised his head and met the emperor's eyes: "I can't do it." ” Garcia's eyes shrank suddenly: "You, what did you say" "The more than five hundred cavalry I brought, as well as the horses gathered together in the palace, all together, a total of six hundred and seventy-one horses have all been killed now" Span's voice, at this moment, actually became surprisingly calm, he looked at Emperor Garcia level: "Your Majesty, I personally gave the order, I'm sorry, I used your name, I asked the soldiers to slaughter all the horses inside and outside the palace now, and I can't find a single live war horse" Garcia screamed, took a few steps back in embarrassment, and stared at General Span Span: "You, what did you say that you actually disobeyed my orders Span Span " Span slowly stood up: "Your Majesty, slaughter all the war horses, at this moment the whole army has given up the choice of fleeing, we will defend the palace to the death, coexist with the empire, and your Majesty, please also, with us" thump The emperor's body fell, and he sat on the ground in embarrassment.
As if he had suddenly let go of all his hesitations and worries, the general turned away, and no longer looked at the emperor on the ground, and strode towards the door of the main hall.
When he reached the door, Span turned around and looked at the emperor: "Your Majesty, if the enemy enters the imperial city, there is only one possibility of stepping on my corpse, this is the only thing I can promise you."
Forgive me for disobeying your orders, but, this is the last loyalty of my Spann to the Empire. ” After speaking, the general slowly withdrew from the door of the main hall.
The old prime minister suddenly let out a long breath, his eyes looked out of the door with some complicated eyes, and then looked at the emperor sitting on the ground.
The old man bent down and picked up his sword from the ground, so close that he didn't even reach out to support the emperor who was sitting on the ground.
"Your Majesty."
The old prime minister patted his clothes lightly, flicked the dust off his knees, and then wiped the blood on the blade of the sword with his sleeve, looking at the emperor, his tone seemed to be very indifferent: "There is nothing to worry about now."
Regardless of the final outcome, now you can at least have a choice" "Choice, do I still have a choice" Garcia's voice seemed to calm down as well, with a sneer and mockery.
"Yes, the choice."
The old prime minister nodded and stared into Garcia's eyes: "At least, in this last moment, you can choose to be glorious, choose to stand glorious." ” After speaking, the old prime minister no longer looked at the emperor, held the sword in his hand, turned around and strode away.
In the main hall, it suddenly became as silent as death.
Garcia could clearly hear his own breathing, even his own heartbeat, and he sat on the ground, not knowing how long it had been, as if time had completely stopped.
"Do I really have a choice?"
The young emperor suddenly turned his head and looked into the corner: "What if I order you to protect me from the palace and from Osgilia, I order you to protect me from the ship and go to sea?"
In the corner, the silent middle-aged man seemed to step out of the darkness: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I will refuse this order from you.
I'm willing to die for you, but not in a way that helps you escape.
If the rebels do kill here, I won't let anyone hurt you until I shed my last drop of blood.
But other than that, I'm sorry, I'm not leaving."
Garcia listened and suddenly laughed, and his laughter had a crazy flavor.
"Hahahaha, a good choice, a choice, you all have a choice, only I didn't choose what choice you left me, you only give me a choice, your decision is good, you are all warriors, am I the only one who is a coward" Outside the palace, most of those noble ministers had already dispersed, some of them had been unable to wait for news from the emperor for a long time, and they had disappeared in the chaos, and some had been driven away by the old prime minister and General Spann who had walked out of the main hall.
The words that the old prime minister threw to these people were simple: "If you are afraid of death, find a place to escape and hide, and if you still have a little courage and dignity, take up arms and prepare to fulfill your last loyalty to the empire." ” Obviously, not everyone in this world has the courage and dignity to face death.
At least half of those aristocratic ministers have run away, and the rest of these people may not all be loyal from the bottom of their hearts, and some people are just in this situation, and there is nowhere else to escape, nowhere else to hide.
Spann didn't waste any more time here, he had already left the gate of the main hall to reorganize his armament and seize the last time to arrange the defense.
The soldiers ran back and forth, tearing down many of the palace buildings, the door panels, the tables and chairs, and all the wood that could be used.
The arsenal of the palace has been opened, and some of the remaining weapons stored in it have all been moved, and even the attendants in the palace have been armed, although I don't know how much these guys can use when the big war comes, but at this time, it would be good to have even half a cent of strength.
But everyone was still panicking, because in the palace, the young emperor still did not show up.
A strong bloody gas filled the air, not of human blood, but of horses Everyone knew that all the war horses had been slaughtered, and without them, no one had the courage to flee when the rebels had already entered the city and did not know where they were around the palace.
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The city was full of soldiers and horses, and without war horses, there was no possibility of escape.
Even Spann had ordered the doors of the palace to be blocked.
Finally, just outside the palace, when many noble ministers were in despair, behind them, the heavy palace door opened.
The young emperor finally appeared.
Although his face was still gray, and although his eyes were still a little frightened, he finally appeared.
The Emperor no longer held the scepter in his hand, but a sharp sword, and his body was no longer the ornate and feeble robe, but a new and bright armor.
Still, when the emperor appeared on the steps of the palace in military uniform, the people below still let out a burst of cheers.
Even the defenders in the distance, the guards, the Imperial Guards, saw their emperor standing at the door of the main hall, with his sword and armor in his hand.
The soldiers raised their weapons, roared, and waved their swords at the Emperor.
Although the old prime minister's face was still gloomy, his eyes were finally a little more lively, and he immediately walked over, stood under the steps in front of the emperor, and exhaled: "Your Majesty, you have made a correct decision. ” "I hope it's right."
Garcia replied coldly, with an expressionless face.
The morning light has gradually become clear, at this moment, in the direction of the city gate in the distance, a loud horn sound came from afar, although because of the wind, the horn sound is a little intermittent, but it clearly falls on everyone's ears The soldiers in the palace castle, everyone could hear the horn, and they couldn't help but look in the direction where the horn sound came from.
Span's eyes were even more excited, and he jumped on the city wall quickly: "It's the direction of the Arc de Triomphe, the Triumphal Arc is Adric, it must be him, he is telling us, they are still there, they are there" He immediately turned back and shouted, "Blow the trumpet and blow the trumpet in response to them and tell them with the sound of the trumpet that we will hold on here to the death."
It was this morning, on this cold winter morning.
Osgilia, the thousand-year-old capital, the first heroic city on the mainland, this city that claims to never fall, the city gate was broken by the rebels, the city was full of fire and chaos, the rebels entered the city in a big way, and the empire can be called the end of the time.
In the sky above the city, there is a mighty and majestic horn of victory.
The last defenders of the Empire, under the city gates, in the palace, sounded this trumpet at the same time, so that the trumpet condensed and did not disperse in the sky above the city "It looks like the emperor won't run away."
At the end of a secluded street in the city, where the chaos had not yet spread, standing on the top of a small building, a young woman sighed softly, beside her, a tall figure with purple hair and purple eyes, but silent, looking intently at the direction from which the trumpet of the city gate came.
In the harbor dock, one by one the large ships flying the flag of Rantis had sailed off the coast, and in one of the largest warships, the bearded Gislent stood on the bridge, quietly gazing at the blazing Osgilia, and the continuous sound of trumpets rang in his ears, mingling with the sound of the wind and waves.
"Don't wait, Gislent."
Behind Gislent, the handsome-looking young man Rantis sighed softly, "It seems that their emperor will not escape here.
It is clear that these Byzantines were more courageous than we think. ” Gislent turned around and smiled, looking at the young man behind him: "Your Highness, although I am a little disappointed, I have to say that I admire these Byzantines.
Now it's time for us to come in. ” History is like a great river of hatefulness, which will always set off some unexpected waves when you think the wind is calm.
In the winter of that year, on this night, everything that happened in Osgilia seemed to have brought the already stable continental situation into an unknowable new direction.
And the people who were affected by this unexpected "turning point" were far more than those who were in the center of the whirlpool of Osgilia, and what was unknown at the moment was not the arrival of this wave, and the greatest impact was not these peerless imperial generals or emperors or ministers who were in the whirlpool.
The real far-reaching impact is that at this moment, a small character who has not officially stepped into the center of the stage in the northern country, Xia Ya, is lying on horseback, tightly lowering his body, trying to stick his body on the horse's back, the wind around his ears is whistling, there is a rapid sound of horses' hooves around and behind him, and the nervous shouts of the knights are heard beside him.
The caravan galloped along the roads of the wilderness plains, galloping all the way north.
In his heart, there seemed to be something like a weed Time, time, time On this gallop to the north, although Char was still on horseback, his heart seemed to have flown thousands of miles to the city of Denzel.
"The city of Osgilia is broken, why is Lao Tzu so unlucky, shouldn't this damn city never fall," Char cursed the heavens in his heart.
All the original plans have been disrupted He knew very well in his heart how much the situation in Osgilia would affect him, a small warlord on the border, and whether the empire could survive was of great importance to him, the so-called "last imperial resistance force in the north".
Regardless of the previous planning, after getting the news, at least it is obvious that everything must be planned "Lao Tzu's army has not yet been reorganized, and the armaments are not sufficient, and even the winter clothes are not fully enough, and there is food, morale, weapons, and military expenses, everything is not ready" Char listened to the wind whistling in his ears, and cursed frantically in his heart: "But how can you fucking change in the blink of an eye" "Little Char, I have a hunch."
Dora's voice came from the back of my head.
"What" "No matter how much you curse, you can't change a fact."
Dora's voice smacked of mockery: "You have to go on stage early, get on this stage early" `` To be continued 〗Hanyu Pinyin "" is simple and easy to remember: