Time seemed to stand still, and Abbasquia's soldiers and important officials were waiting for the young crown prince's reply. James groped his way through the ground to find his carbon bar and prepare to start a new round of records, and the next decision the crown prince can make will still be a major event that can change history.

The crown prince sitting quietly in the carriage did not weep like an ordinary fatherless teenager, or show excitement about the imminent succession to the throne. He just pursed his lips hard, trying not to make any noise.

The Great Prus was not a nation in the first place, and above all, there was not only one king in this country. If his father had returned from overseas and had put an end to his old enemies, it seemed logical that he would be crowned emperor from the head of the Federation of Great Pruss with his father's prestige. Is it difficult for a fierce man who can burn the city of the Amakoths to the ground, and then go back to deal with those kings like the great chiefs?

And now, when my father is dead, the situation has changed, and everyone will have something that they shouldn't have. The kingdom of Abbasquia has lost an entire generation of people due to years of war, and if he does something wrong, the hard work of his fathers will be ruined, and the best opportunity for the unification of Great Pruss will be missed by himself.

After weighing, His Royal Highness made his own decision, and a royal attendant got into the carriage. Not long after, the attendant came out of the carriage and said in a strange tone: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is overly sad because of the death of the first emperor, and feels that it is too early to ascend the throne. ”

With that, the carriage fled and left the beachhead, leaving only a group of soldiers to carry the body of the emperor into the city.

While everyone was discussing the crown prince's thoughts, Rist, the deputy sergeant major of the non-noisy sergeant regiment standing at the back of the crowd holding a green shield flag, remained silent. He was an ordinary farmer in a village near the town of Abbasquia, but at the call of the king, he laid down his farming tools and went into the army, relying on his sword and shield to reach his present position.

Now, Rist is really tired, especially the life in the desert, which makes him really feel like he is living like an old man, which is destined to be a past that he will never want to look back on for the rest of his life. Getting involved in politics is something he can't do. Now, he just wants to put down everything he has, return to his hometown, see his wife again, and drink the spring water and coarse bread of his hometown. After the emperor was buried, he was willing not to take a sword again.

The marching team slowly moved forward, looking at the familiar but unfamiliar muddy ground on the side of the road, many soldiers still couldn't believe that they had actually arrived home, and they still cautiously observed the surrounding scenery during the march, as if a group of people would jump up and kill them when they were marching.

Not only Lister, but many veterans felt that this trip to a foreign country brought them not honor, but a deep sense of grief.

Abbasquia was a coastal city, and within a short walk, the center of the largest kingdom of the Greater Prussian Empire was in sight. Probably because of the rainy weather, there were not many residents on the streets, but there was still some cheerful sound in the small shops in the streets and alleys, which made the veterans of the march feel somewhat relieved.

As a native of Abbasquia, Sergeant Davia's heart was somewhat relaxed. If bloodshed is necessary, then it is better to shed blood elsewhere than in one's homeland. When this matter is over, it is impossible to have a few drinks with the brothers in my hometown, and of course, it is indispensable to blow a few cows together.

The moon is the hometown of Ming.

Because the emperor has not yet been buried, even when they arrived in their hometown, the veterans did not disband themselves, but silently found a place to rest under the eaves near the coffin. Although a group of Abbasquia merchants expressed their gratitude to the returnees by providing them with free resting quarters, the veterans declined their kindness. The officials in charge of the city's defense also said that they had arranged accommodation for the veterans, and the veterans also declined.

They ask for only the most basic food and fresh water, and nothing but that.

In addition to the blessings from the royal family and the faithful, they will not accept any kind of gift, this is the rules set by the veterans for themselves, but also their pride, all the soldiers in these two knights, are fighting for the faith, when they followed the emperor to fight in the Quartet, the first emperor once said a word to them, by the two knights of the people as the same classic as the ancient Sadinian scriptures.

"Let the land belong to the people, and the glory to the Lord. I don't want anything but the future and hope. ”

It is with such a slogan that such a powerful army can be gathered, and this is also the first professional soldier who appeared in the Great Prus, which does not disturb the people in peacetime and does not retreat during war, which can be called a model of soldiers. This is stated in the book "The Red Lion Expedition" by Samus, the famous clerk of Abbasquia.

The news of the end of King Abbasquia's expedition and the death of King Abbasquia quickly spread throughout Greater Prus, especially at the urging of the prince, and in just three days, the messengers of the major royal courts brought the matter to their king's case.

In the middle of a deep forest, there is a legendary castle, according to legend, the first castle of the Great Prus nation was built here, if the political and military center of the Great Prussia is concentrated in the royal court of Abbasquia in these years, then the Rhine Castle is the spiritual home of every Great Prussian.

A richly dressed man with a particularly tall figure, riding on a tall horse, took the parchment respectfully handed by the servant beside him, and read it in a pretentious manner. But in fact, he couldn't read at all, and this has become an open secret of the entire Rhine court, but no one dares to mention it.

After the man finished reading it in a pretentious manner, no one laughed a few times and said: "My father always said that I was not as good as that Felipe when he was alive, but now I see that Felipe is just like this, and he has fallen short at this critical juncture of becoming the emperor, which is the destiny of heaven is not in him." As he spoke, the man handed the upside-down envelope to the servant who was waiting under the horse.

At this time, the middle-aged man on the other horse saw that the young man was in a good mood, and hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty, are we going to attend King Abbasquia's funeral?"

The young man was just about to pretend to show off his thoughts, but suddenly he saw a rare big bird flying in the forest, and hurriedly chased him out, where to answer the middle-aged man's question.

Looking at the king, the attendants around him couldn't help but lower their heads. The first king had no other skills, but he looked at his son as a first-class standard.

On the southern edge of Grand Prus, where the Amaks first invaded, was a valley surrounded by mountains, interspersed with vast inter-valley plains and rivers of all sizes. High on the hill of this valley, there is a castle that towers into the sky, and this castle was also built by a great hero of the Great Prus, representing the undoubted territorial ownership of the valley by the Great Prus.

At this time, on a large platform of the castle, the owner of the castle, the king of Cyporus, was wearing a loose robe and crystal glasses left by the Amaks, frowning at the letter sent to him by the messenger.

said frankly that he inherited the throne in his teens and has been on the throne for more than 20 years, and he has only lived like an emperor in the past few years. In the first few years on the throne, it can be said that he was in a state of panic, hiding in his castle like a caged bird, watching his generals repeatedly defeated, and the tribes under his rule were often plundered, he only felt that although he was a king in name, he was not as comfortable as a chieftain in the north many times.

It wasn't until Felipe of Abbasquia arrived with his army that all this took a turn for the better, and the once lost land returned to his hands little by little, which could not but be said to be a pleasant thing, so he and Felipe should have a good relationship, and many of the tribes and people under his rule had received his favor, so it was reasonable to go on a trip, but this trip was not very good-looking, and the thought that the treasures in his treasury that he had finally praised might have to be one or two less, His Majesty couldn't help but feel a little sad, and tears flowed。

The attendants who stood aside and listened to the service saw their majesty in tears, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, I really didn't expect that our majesty is still a loyal person.

In the Great Prux culture, the North Sea does not refer to a real sea, but a swamp with no edge in sight, and between the edge of this swamp and the Great Rhine Forest, there is a fairly wide plain where several tribes of the Great Prux live and thrive. And the reason why the Great Prus did not spread their influence to the North Sea was not because of the swamp, but because there were other peoples living in the swamp, and the Great Pruss called them the Wiegand people.

In order to protect their territory on the border with the Wiegand people, several powerful chiefs formed a council of chiefs, from several large chiefs formed a United Kingdom, and the chiefs of several tribes took turns as kings.

In a wooden fortress called the "Sea Castle", several chiefs are gathering here to hold a banquet, one of them is sitting at the head, constantly raising his wine glass, inviting the guests sitting at the long table to drink to their heart's content, the hall is full of beer and barbecue, and even the soldiers sitting on duty at the door are holding a meat leg to eat.

After three rounds of drinking, a one-eyed man stood up and said with a smile: "If you want me to say, our recent kings, that is, His Majesty Tian Sen, are so generous with your actions, and you have the style of this king, if you are in other honey wine halls, how can you have your style, haha." Your Majesty, I give you a glass!"

The poet sitting in the corner saw this scene, hurriedly put down the wine glass in his hand, and wrote a line of twisted and crooked words in a leisurely manner, and then laughed proudly, believing that he would be able to exchange for the favor of His Majesty the King if he got this good sentence occasionally.

On this joyous occasion, a man dressed in several layers of fur hurried into the house, and a cold wind poured in outside, blowing out several lit candles in a row, and even the flames on the stove burning on the wall flickered, and the people in the hall complained, and they hurriedly cleaned up for a while before the scene recovered.

The man who had just toasted Tian Sen took out the sword he was carrying, pointed at the outsider and scolded: "You are a thing with a thousand knives, and you don't look at it when you come in, if it weren't for the king's banquet, it would be like this if you were slashed with a knife!"

The man in fur had just come from the ice and snow with his front feet, and before he could catch his breath, he was trembling with fright, and he knew that the man standing in front of him was none other than the famous "irascible man" of the Northlands, Chief Ovlov, who could do anything with his temperament.

King Tian Sen, who was sitting on the main seat, looked at the expressions of several big chiefs around him from the corner of his eye, and found that the existing chiefs were drinking and eating meat by themselves, while some chiefs were just looking at the men who broke in with expressionless faces, and there were even one or two chiefs who were looking at themselves with the corner of their eyes like himself. Tian Sen couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, and then said: "Trespass on the royal court, cut off one of your fingers and have a long memory after you go out." Orlov, let him tell him about the invasion of the royal court. ”

Hearing Tian Sen's words, Orlov had no choice but to put down his sword stupidly, raised the wine glass in front of him, poured a large sip of ale, and then put the glass heavily on the table with a "Duang" to express his dissatisfaction.

The man then took out a letter from under his clothes covered with three or four layers of skin, "According to the news that the villain has received from the south, the army of Felipe of Abbasquia has returned from the south, and Felipe himself has not returned alive, and the funeral will be held in a month's time, and the kings of Prussia will be invited to attend the ceremony." Of course, the villain received this letter three days ago, and it took several days for the person who gave it to the villain... ”

"Hmph, why do they want us to go to the ceremony when their king is dead?

After hearing what the messenger said, Tian Sen first habitually ordered the drinker around him to give the messenger a glass of wine, and then fell into some contemplation, or again, he really had a relationship with this Felipe.