Roigne was dumbfounded, the troops guarding the palace were the most elite descendants, and they were also on the verge of defection, you can imagine how discouraged the army was.

Unable to return to the sky!

This is the best way to describe Roigne.

The rest of the people in the meeting were also panicked, not knowing what would happen to them when the angry people rushed in, and more than a dozen soldiers loyal to Roigne rushed into the conference room, and evacuated on the dejected Roigne, and within a few steps of leaving the room, they were forced back by the crowd that swarmed them.

More than a dozen soldiers raised their guns and guarded the door of the conference room, but fortunately, the crazy crowd was just blocking the outside and had no intention of rushing in.

Godfrelloule and the others contacted their respective forces, but they couldn't get in touch at all, they looked at each other, and the people of Roigne all defected, not to mention the rabble they gathered, they should have been mentally prepared for the current situation.

The palace became a sea of civilians, and most of them walked into it for the first time in their lives, but the people were very restrained and did not destroy it, they cheered, and even danced, to celebrate the victory, to celebrate the imminent return of the king.

They don't know much about democracy, human rights, what they are, and they can't tell how much they have to do with them, but they know how important it is to live a stable life away from war.

Food and clothing are sufficient to know honor and disgrace.

Living in turmoil and war, where can democracy come from?

Yang Chen, who was approaching the city, soon learned of the great change in the city, and the only remaining strength of the coup coalition army had been annihilated by the anger of hundreds of thousands of civilians, and immediately ordered the king's guard to enter the city first to maintain order.

It was only in the evening that Hargres regained his composure.

In the barracks outside the city, Hatony met with the leaders of the coup factions and promised not to be held accountable, and several people led by Godfrelule were grateful to Dade and bowed down to Hartony, there was no Roigne among these people, and when the King's Guard took control of the palace, Royne pulled out his gun and committed suicide, ending his own life.

After Godfrelulle finished kowtowing, he got up and glanced at Yang Chen, who was sitting in front of Hartony's side, even if it was the first time they met, they knew who the other party was.

Arctic fox leader.

The ferocious gods that crisscross the East African continent.

It was the young man in front of him who had made them defeated, and he could see that Hartony and Yang Chen were not just about an employment relationship.

What the hell is this man trying to do?

Godfrey Lulé racked his brains to guess.

That night, Hartony celebrated his victory with a feast at the barracks.

The next day, Hartony entered the city in an open-top car, and the seven-year-old king played a childish temper and forced Yang Chen to get into the car, and he rode with him all the way, and hundreds of thousands of people in Hargres welcomed him.

The snipers of the Arctic Fox control all the highest points along the road, and the little king enters the city in an open-top car, which is somewhat risky, and the security measures must be watertight.

In the back seat of the open-top float, Hartoni was dressed in a king's dress, holding Yang Chen's hand tightly with one hand, and waving his other small hand to the people who welcomed him in the middle of the road.

Yang Chen was pleased.

In just three months, the little guy has faded a little immature, and has a little more stability that most children do not have, as if he was born to be a king.

Family background, education, is really important, and a little adversity prompts the little guy to transform, Yang Chen can't help but think of the poor children in China's poor mountainous areas, forced by life, had to be "precocious", just like the second girl back then, a weak little girl in her teens, supporting a family.

Adversity, a precious wealth of life, Yang Chen always thinks so, because adversity has made him who he is today, and Hartoni by his side.

The convoy moved slowly.

The welcoming crowd shouted happily for the king.

Similar scenes, even if Yang Chenniu broke up in a mess, he had only seen it on TV, and he had never experienced it in person before, so it was inevitable that he would be full of emotion at this moment.

It took more than half an hour for the convoy to drive into the palace compound, and above the palace hall, Westland's elites and celebrities gathered together, Hartoni took Yang Chen's hand, and when he stepped on the steps of the main entrance of the hall, more than two hundred people bent down and bowed.

The Kingdom of Wesland did not bow three times and bow nine times.

Prostration is a ritual system unique to the Chinese feudal dynasty.

Yang Chen sent Hartony to the throne of the king, turned back and stood in the front row of the crowd, and the next "performance" had to be completed by Hartony himself.

After Hartony methodically finished his well-memorized opening remarks, he issued the first royal decree, announcing the reorganization of the cabinet and the implementation of a constitutional monarchy, through which the sovereignty of the people would be established to the greatest extent and become a de facto republic.

Everyone applauded.

After constitutionalism, the royal family will relinquish real power and lose control of the country's wealth, which means that a lot of opportunities will fall to politicians and businessmen.

The political and business celebrities present were happy from the bottom of their hearts.

The solemn and cumbersome ceremony lasted for more than an hour, and it came to an end, and when the people who came to congratulate were gone, Hartony walked to Yang Chen's side, raised his face, and said seriously: "Little uncle, I want you to be the prime minister." ”

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Kampala, Uganda.

The president was still in a coma, the military was on heightened alert, and invisible tension permeated the city, and by 10 p.m., the streets were deserted, except for the patrolling military police.

On the street not far from the presidential palace, a patrol team had just walked by, and more than a dozen black shadows flashed through the street like ghosts, quietly disappearing into the dark shadows of the buildings on the street, and constantly approaching the presidential palace.

"Remember, don't fight, we only have one minute." The leader told his companion that it was the voice of a scorpion, and as an arctic fox veteran, he personally ventured into danger, just for the sake of shame.

Dressed in night clothes and carrying a pistol with a muffler in both hands, he escaped headshots and made his way to the president's bedroom.

"People who are alive should have been injected with drugs like sedatives." One person quickly approached the bedside and briefly inspected the physical condition of the person on the bed.

"Take it away!"

The scorpion smiled coldly, took the person on the bed, and saw how Momboka, who attacked the Arctic fox base camp, continued to act, if it was about playing conspiracy, the arctic fox could be the ancestor of that bastard.

The two of them effortlessly set up the people on the bed, and the scorpion took the rest of the people to protect the perimeter, and returned the same way, walking to the door of the building and encountering a team of guards who noticed the abnormal situation and rushed into the building.

"Kill me"

The scorpion was indifferent and ruthless and drank at the same time, raising his gun and throwing a rain of bullets, more domineering than the little horse brother in the movie, more than a dozen guards had no chance to fight back, and fell to the ground one after another under the vicious shooting of the Arctic fox, almost in no particular order.

The murderous men stepped on the warm bodies and blood of the guards, and rushed out of the building where the president lived and lived, when suddenly a shrill alarm bell echoed.

The courtyard of the presidential palace was brightly lit, and the sound of hurried, dense, and chaotic footsteps, the sound of shouting and shouting, mixed with the barking of dogs, came from all directions.

Thoroughly exposed.

The scorpion gritted its teeth, changed the magazine, and prepared to fight desperately.