"Are you all rice buckets! Organize a counterattack now! Destroy that army of stinky! The roar of Grand Duke Mills echoed through the palace, terrifying everyone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yes, Your Majesty." Soon General Char replied to his lord in a helpless voice, and then left here expressionlessly in the sympathetic eyes of everyone.

Considering the massive attacks and successive defeats that have been on Mills these days, Grand Duke Mills' rant is entirely acceptable.

"General, what are we going to do?" Seeing General Char appear outside the palace, the subordinates who gathered outside gathered around him were a little worried, "The Grand Duke ...... him"

"No matter how much she roars, it won't help the situation." Char glanced at the building behind him, and then left without looking back, "He doesn't know how bad the situation is now, maybe he still thinks that a professional knight is still the king of the battlefield, but unfortunately times have changed." ”

Through the melancholy faces of his subordinates, Char knew that his words were a little too heavy, which was a very unreasonable word, too harsh for the monarch.

"Don't worry so much, go back and rearm now, the enemy will arrive soon." Char patted his subordinates on the shoulder, instilling courage and tenacity in his own people, although he didn't know what would happen next.

Then, the general and his men heard gunfire in the distance.

The city where the Grand Duke of Mills was located seemed to have the only remaining stability, and the colors of black iron and silver were all over the city, and it looked really potholed and unsightly in this assembly, and only the owner of the city still stubbornly believed that this was a glory that only the military aristocracy should enjoy.

Of course, this does not include the civilians who are being incited, but also the soldiers who face them.

In the block where the gunshots just rang out, a silent crowd surrounded a **** young man who was shot, he looked too young, even the fluff on the corners of his mouth was still clearly visible, his good time had just begun, but now it was the last moment.

The corners of the little young man's mouth were full of blood, and he couldn't say a word, but the pale hand grabbed the stranger in front of him hard, and what he wanted to say when he opened his mouth slightly seemed to the stunned soldier to be freedom?

Freedom, how many people's sins have been done in your name!

But the life of being repressed and enslaved for so many years, and the terrible life that can see the future at a glance, is really enough for the civilians here.

On ordinary days, perhaps they will bow their heads and resign themselves to their fate, just like a docile sheep, never thinking that they will have a day of resistance.

Until the victory in Aroon, Josephine's lily banner was planted in Mills' land, and countless rebellious troops raised glorious banners and roared into the future.

Now these people finally realized that they also had the ability to start resisting, of course, the blind people may not have noticed that the soldier who seemed to shoot had disappeared at some point, and if there was a priest who was here to perform magic magic, they would know that all this was actually just a conspiracy.

Unfortunately, the brilliance of the gods had long since faded, and the time after the sages had left was the time of Black Iron and the civilians, so the remaining garrison soldiers had to face an angry crowd.

General Char stood on the periphery, looking through the enchanted telescope to see the two sides of the confrontation, a gray-haired Elamite freeman, sadly closing the eyes of the young man, holding up a red banner in the hands of the woman beside him, and beside them there was a group of angry miners, and the female textile workers who had come with them.

The men and women were angry together, marching with the same steps, holding their heads high and walking towards the retreating soldiers, as if they all had the protection of the gods, fearless.

"You people...... Stop it! In the name of the Grand Duke, I command you to stop! ”

The feeble roar of the garrison officer did not stop these men, but responded to him with a loud song, a mighty song that belonged to the working class and sang all over the world.

Perhaps the workers of this era were not united enough and not numerous enough, but the Song of Solidarity composed by Lorraine, Karl Jr. and Engels, under the double temptation of alcohol and passion, topped the ten legions, because of the ......

"Unite forever, comrades, Inté Naishon Narr will definitely carry it out!"

Char stared at all of this and suddenly turned his head away, "What is the word for Inter Nayonar?" Everyone shook their heads, there were no such words in this world, they could only think of it as the language of the Elamans themselves.

Although he didn't know the meaning of the words, the power contained in the song shocked and frightened the general, "General, the garrison seems to have no way to stop the riot, shouldn't we be ready to go out?" ”

"Do you want to kill all the civilians?" Char asked rhetorically, and his subordinates looked around with some uneasiness, "Then what should we do?" You can't just look at these people......"

"Hurry up the troops, do you want to tie up and let the honorless civilians defile our flesh and blood?" Char said with some mockery, the subordinates behind him had already dispersed at this time, and the musket queue was forming on the street corner, and soon the gun queue was formed.

"God, maybe we are wrong, but who knows if it's right or wrong......" Char whispered a prayer to an unknown being, then waved his arm, and the next second the musket fired in a volley......

The soldiers who were beaten and the poor people who broke out fell together in front of the bullets, but the people were not intimidated by all this, and rushed forward one after another, even if their relatives and friends kept falling.

All this made Char even more confused, she didn't know why these civilians who had no weapons and no professional warrior skills became so brave, were they really for the sake of false freedom?

This scene is not only happening in front of General Char, the same events are happening in all parts of the city, and there are also small teams sent by Lorraine to help the citizens fight for freedom, such as the heroic Amuro orc lieutenant.

Successfully surviving the continuous battles, Amuro is really not easy as an orc, and of course he attributes it all to enjoying the thrill.

Yes, this guy wants to experience more excitement besides women, for example, this time he was sent out to take the action team to deal with the swallows, and together they set off a riot in the city of Grand Duke Mills, and by the way, spy on the intelligence.

But the lieutenant was not ready to do just such a little work, he wanted to try, with his low level of less than a fifth-level warrior, whether he could rely on the rioting crowd and the musket in his hand to directly kill the Archduke Mills, maybe there was a chance to enjoy the other party's woman.

He looked at the black smoke rising one after another in the distance, and slowly approached the direction of the palace with his subordinates and temporarily recruited capable young men. (To be continued.) )