The commander of the First Legion of the Auckland Empire, Baron Vodak Van Lurkus, who was forty-five years old, jumped off his horse from the love of his divine steed. When he looked up, the setting sun jumped over the corner of the palace wall and spilled along a corner of the street, piercing the general's eye. The battle-hardened general, who was called "Shield of the Sun King", "The Iron Wall of Seredith", or "The Loyal Dog Bodyguard of the Tyrant Gaius", by the nations of Cape Storms and the city-state of Sothness, also felt the pain and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"A lot of people have already come, Your Excellency. His guard captain Anthony whispered.

General Lurkus looked at the palace gate of Yongchen Palace, there were already many guards in fresh clothes and angry horses, and a rough count showed that there were at least two or three hundred people. All of them are heavily armed and high-headed horses, and they look extremely majestic. They all wore the uniform Auckland Central Regiment military law, as well as the standard standard armor, as well as flags of different colours and coats of arms. If there are true military fans, you can easily distinguish the different flags and coats of arms that represent the five major legions of the Aucklander Empire's Central Army.

"The Emperor...... Sure enough, I've invited all of them!" sneered Sir John Proll, who had come with him and was also the deputy commander of the First Legion and the chief of the knights. It can be seen that this fierce general does not have much affection and respect for the new emperor who sits on the throne of Qingyao.

This is actually not surprising, we only have to listen to the name to see it. Not only is this knight chief not a pure-blooded Heroan nation, nor is he a nobleman, and he is not even qualified to have a "Brahman" before his surname. But even so, he is still the most elite first legion in the entire Auckland Empire, and he is a figure above 10,000 people in the army directly named by the Sun King after the sun god "Hetesis". 5,000 armed to tooth griffin knights and 5,000 heavily armored knights. Of course, he was also the most famous commander and cavalry commander in the Oakland Empire, otherwise he would have the appreciation of the late Sun King. It is impossible to climb to the position where it is today.

It was not uncommon to think of a "civilian" general like Sir Proll among the twelve Central Legions formed during the Sun King's time. As a matter of fact. Even his immediate boss and partner, Baron Lucus, was like that.

The commander of the First Legion, known as the "Sun Shield", was naturally born into a nobleman, but by the time he reached his area, it had completely declined. Except for an empty knightly title and a noble-sounding and tasteful-sounding "Sanskrit" character, he was no different from a commoner.

However, under the reforms of the Sun King, these low-class people, who could only rely on brute force at most to become hundreds of people under the old system, eventually became the leaders of the army of this huge empire. Their admiration and loyalty to the great man who has passed away. Naturally, you can imagine it.

Both Baron Lurkus and Sir Proll held the title of Knight of Saint Laurent and were the most upright Imperial Knight Marquises. Of course, this kind of knighthood is different from the traditional knighthood in Auckland, it cannot be hereditary, but it has an annuity and a very high honorary status. In fact, only honors students who graduated from the military academy of Yves Saint Laurent after the reform of the Sun King could have such a noble status. It's not so much a knighthood as an officer in some kind of modern army.

These outstanding modern soldiers from the modern military reform system of the empire quickly surpassed the Aurora Holy Hand Knights, which had thousands of years of history and glorious traditions, in terms of scale and numbers, and became the largest "knight order" in the empire. All the high-ranking legions that belong to this "Knights" have one obvious trait - extreme worship and loyalty to the Sun King of Oakland, and a clear and unambiguous concept of the nationalization of the army.

"His Majesty's will is absolute...... The Emperor after him appeared before us with that one, and the Central Janissary Army in Auckland must not be involved in this civil war. Lurkus said to his old friend, "Whatever your Majesty Icon's purpose is to summon us. We all have to keep this in mind. ”

“…… What else could be the reason? The noble lord thought he had won the empire, but he never expected that he would be beaten to the ground by a 20-year-old girl, and he could only watch the empire slip through his fingers little by little. Proll sneered, laughing very uninhibitedly. Unlike the honorable army general of the Auckland Empire, it is clear that he is a mercenary-born veteran ruffian: "Now, he has lost to the point of exhaustion, of course, he can only try to seek our support." ”

"We were supposed to be swords belonging to the royal families of Auckland and Dimahia. His Majesty Iken's thoughts are, of course, understandable. Lurkus said.

"It's a sword that belongs to the true Auckland Supreme. I'm just a martial artist, I can't understand the politics of the world, and I don't need to understand it as a martial artist. Walker, you should know exactly what I'm thinking!" the brave cavalry man narrowed his eyes. The volume of the word "real" is heightened, and the tone is unwavering. As if the mountains: "Whoever is chosen by Emperor Gaius the Great is the rightful supreme of Auckland!Who is the lord that my old Joe is willing to follow until death!" It's simple, but it's also very clear, isn't it?"

Sir John Proll is home in the Balg Plateau, northwest of Auckland, from a minority known as the 'Bath Highlanders'. Of course, the period when the Holy Spring Dynasty really took full control of the Gorgo Plateau and began to exercise effective rule was only after the Sun King and his wife completely defeated the overlord Stemsun, and it has only been about forty years now. Sir Proll was born during this period. In his conception, he was born to belong to the Highlanders of Auckland, and was born to be a loyal warrior of His Majesty the Sun King.

Perhaps, in the mind of this fierce general who seems to be brave and unscrupulous, but is rough and fine, he can't recognize any Auckland Supreme except the Sun King, which naturally includes Emperor Iken. But even so, that bald uncle's ass is still sitting on the throne, even if he is defeated in the hands of Her Royal Highness the world's first princess in the near future, he will definitely be recorded in history as an emperor. The generals could not deny his orders, but they could not refuse his reasonable request for a banquet, otherwise it would really seem too rude and impersonal. So, no matter how reluctant they were. No matter how much doubt I had in my heart, I still had to be there.

The emperor's banquet was for the commanders and commanders of the five major legions, and the guards brought by the generals could only stay outside the palace gate to standby. And so it goes. Soon a large group of heavily armed soldiers gathered outside the palace gates, although only two or three hundred men. But they were the most elite soldiers from Auckland's most elite legion. If they really had bad intentions, those two sword guards brought by Emperor Iken from his hometown at the gate of Yongchen Palace would not be able to stop them at all. Perhaps it is because of this that the generals dared to come to the banquet with such a swagger.

"I guess this banquet will end soon, you are all excited. Before entering the palace gates, Sir Proll gave another command to his guards.

The implication is that if I and His Excellency the Legion Commander do not come out for a long time, you must be ready to break into the palace. As for how long this time is, of course, it needs to be judged "excitedly".

Sir Proll believed. The guards he trained were all very exciting.

Baron Lurkus looked at his old friend with a helpless expression, and sighed slightly, but did not object.

Presumably the finale is always the last to appear, and by the time Lurkus and Prol arrive at the Hall of the Luna, they find that the same people as them have already arrived. More than a dozen famous generals had already sat down at the long table in the Moon God Hall, either closing their eyes or talking to each other. If someone throws a big fireball here, the Oakland Empire's most powerful defense force may be paralyzed for a long time.

Of course, His Majesty the Emperor himself has not yet arrived. Although he was skinned by the generals present, there was not much left, but he was also the supreme of the empire. You can't really sit alone in the hall and wait for your courtiers to arrive, right?

It was obviously a very cheerful banquet in theory, but the atmosphere in the hall was solemn and solemn, as if it were a battlefield. It's like these generals of different ages and appearances, whether they are talking to each other or closing their eyes to recuperate. But one by one it didn't look like they were coming to the banquet, but more like they were here to find fault and fight. Once the aura of this battle-hardened veteran is combined, it is enough to make the air in the room solidify, so that ordinary people can't even breathe. Even if he mustered all his courage, he could barely resist the urge to tremble.

This can only be understood very clearly from the expressions of the maids and servants who are waiting for the drinks in the house.

"Haha, we all know that 'Seridil Iron Wall' has always been a slow person. Even if the sky collapses, the mountains made of steel will definitely not move. But old Joe. How could you be the last to arrive?Did you hit your head on a rock and fall into a ravine?" laughed Viscount Patika Van Perks, commander of the Fourth Legion.

He was the most personable, handsome and dashing general in the field, with long and smooth aristocratic hair. He has a beautiful mustache and always has a prodigal smile on his face. In fact, this guy is indeed one of the most exciting private lives of the generals of the Central Army in Auckland. He is very good at wine tasting, horse racing, art appreciation, and is also a master of ballroom dancing and violin, and he also runs a winery and a rose garden in private. But in fact, he is a famous general known as the "Black Fox", and his soldiers are known for his cunning and strangeness.

Although this wise general was born into a gate lord nobleman, he was only the youngest son of the earl's family, and had no inheritance rights to land and property, and he did not like his father and brother. According to the feudal dynasty system of the old era, his best way out is to become a retainer of his brother and nephew, and perhaps when he is old, he will be mixed with the status of a chief retainer as a close blood.

But now, although Viscount Perkes is just a landless viscount with no fief and only an annuity, the earl's nephew who has a fertile territory must please himself all the time, which is even more filial than his father, who has retired and retired.

"The most holy and noble place, but now it is the place where the demon wind is the heaviest, gloomy and dark as if there is some smell of blood brewing, and I really can't understand the current world. Of course, my hurricane can only die down now. Sir Proll snorted coldly, "What about you?

"A rabbit is not a hare. Even if you want to catch it, you have to look at the owner's opinion!" Perkes sneered, laughing infinitely sarcastically: "A fox is not a hunting dog, and it is always not obligated to be cheap." ”

Both Sir Proll and Viscount Perkes wore imposing and ornate generals' uniforms. Wearers wear gold and silver ribbons and coats of arms. It's a pity that no matter how much they are dressed up. One looks like a rough mercenary, and the other looks like a noble son, both in character and style, they seem to belong to the two poles of the world. Theoretically, the relationship between them should not be too good, and the performance of "insulting each other" just now seems to prove this. But in fact, everyone present knows that these two people are actually a pair of good friends who are keen to complain about each other, and they have both saved each other's lives on the battlefield. Definitely a real friend of life and death.

The veteran generals of the battlefield army, including Baron Lurkus, all looked helplessly at a bunch of good friends who had lost each other, and they couldn't help but laugh and cry. How can they not hear it with their intelligence? The other party's tone said that they were complaining about each other, but it was better to say that they were singing and harmonizing, and they were wantonly ridiculing the inexplicable new emperor and state politics at present.

"John, Pat, this is the Yongchen Palace after all, no matter what, that one is still the legitimate Supreme of the Auckland Empire after all. In this kind of place, you two should keep your mouths a little more restrained. The old man, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the two generals who were complaining to each other with calm and gentle eyes, and said slowly: "Such a little cleverness like a ruffian in the market." It doesn't represent your martial arts!"

The two famous generals of the hundred battles glanced at each other, said a word, and sat down in their chairs in a daze. As a matter of fact. Among the generals present, only this old man was qualified to admonish the other party in such a condescending tone.

This old man, who is over seventy years old, is of course the eldest of the generals present. His name was Count Auros-van Corneli, commander of the Third Army and the most powerful of the Central Army in Auckland. It was one of the three of the twelve legions with the Sun King's name and banner, so it was also called the "Imperial Guard" and "Praetorian Guard" by both the people and foreign countries. Of course, "Sailold" originally came from the ancient gods' dome script, which means "the divine soldier who destroys evil and destroys evil".

The entire "Syrod" Legion had a total of 45,000 men, more than half the 1st and 10th Legions, which had only 30,000 men. Almost all of them were made up of the Herols, the main ethnic group of the Oakland Empire, and were equipped with the finest equipment. The members are also the best soldiers and horses. And their main general, Count Cornieli, is also a veteran of the battlefield with a career of more than 50 years. Back in the days of the Sun Kings' victory over the overlord Steemson on the Balg Plateau, he was already one of Oakland's most famous young generals. And in the near future. The Sun Kings founded the Saint Laurent Military Academy, where the old man served for nearly twenty years, from instructor to principal. It can be said that most of the veterans present are students of the elderly, of course, including "Black Fox" and "Balg Hurricane".

This old man's qualifications are too high and his merits are too great, and in the entire Auckland Army, the highest rank of the surface army, except for Gorross, the uncle of the world's first princess, is this old man Kornieli.

No matter how unruly Sir Proll and Viscount Perkes were, they would not dare to make a mistake in front of the old marshal.

"I hope you all understand this. When we disobey the command of a man who sits on the throne of the Dawn, we have lost the honor of the warriors. The old man glanced at the generals present and said slowly: "This is to repay the Sun King's great kindness, and this is also to prevent the sharpest sword of Auckland from piercing into the chest of the Auckland people themselves, but no matter how much we whitewash, it can't change the fact that we, as soldiers, have violated the orders of the Auckland Emperor." I hope that you will all take this shame to heart, and then carry it on your shoulders from moment to moment, and never allow it to be forgotten!"

"But, Your Excellency, if we really obey His Majesty's orders, then ......" Mittila, the commander of the Eighth Legion, who was the shortest in the room, hesitated and couldn't help but speak.

"I didn't say that we should follow his unreasonable orders......" The old marshal interrupted the other party and said lightly: "I just need you to remember that as a martial artist, especially a martial leader like us, you must have the awareness of bearing the stigma of dishonor at the necessary moment. However, this is not something to be proud of, and there is no qualification to be complacent and proud of it. Do you know what I mean?"

What's not to understand? They actually understood this a long time ago, but today was the first time that the old marshal had been naked, and they were all in a trance for a while. At this time, a graceful voice suddenly came from the door: "But, isn't honor the most important thing for a martial artist? (To be continued.) )

ps: Resume the update, but for some hy reasons, I don't dare to break out casually. So let's be cheeky and ask for votes