Korsaland Peninsula, Transvanian Fortress

Countless enemies gathered at the head of the city and beneath the city, the tattered Imperial flag of San Orlando and the Black Eagle banner of the crown prince fluttering in the air on the walls, and the warriors from all over the empire repelled the guerrillas of the peninsula who they regarded as extremely lowly again and again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

These partisans who don't know where they came out of nowhere, are so cumbersome that they have everything from the bones and clubs of unknown animals in the Stone Age to the smoothbore guns of modern times, but unfortunately they only know the blind brainless pigs, and the fighting methods and the uncivilized natives have a fight, and finally collapse in round after round of guns, and the few warriors who climbed the city walls are powerless to resist the Imperial melee troops armed to the teeth, and they can all be sent to hell by chopping melons and vegetables.

In the face of the defeated enemy, the soldiers on the city wall did not let them go, and strangely enough, they first put down the muskets and magic items in their hands, and replaced them with crossbows and bows and arrows in the Middle World to continue to kill and damage the enemy. After a long sound of horns, a large number of rude and scolding cavalrymen took the initiative to attack, and as the side gate opened, these warriors armed with spears, cavalry muskets and sabers, rushed towards the enemy - chasing and slaying those who looked extremely lowly, and the cavalrymen who were in a good mood began to catch the prisoners with lassos after chasing them out for a while, and it would not be long after they were caught to help the servants who had to trot out, and only one command was required, and these original natives of the peninsula would naturally help with all the dirty work.

As the sun began to set, and the guards on the city walls had dropped considerably from the highest level, the crown prince's banner appeared in one fortress, and dozens of guards in fine armor watched carefully, followed by a sturdy man with tanned skin.

The tall black clothes set off the man's muscular body, the saber and musket hanging from his belt were placed in the most convenient position, and even when accompanied by a guard, he wore an extremely delicate and light magic essence gold armor, which looked very cautious.

Watching the enemies who spread all over the battlefield fall to the ground and die under the ravages of the Imperial Army, the smell of burnt meat filled the battlefield, and the scarlet blood watered this side of the land like a stream along the grass, even though it had been ten years since he came to this land, it still made His Royal Highness the Crown Prince a little uncomfortable.

There is no longer the cry of the enemy on the battlefield during the siege, and the land outside the fortress must be more fertile this year. The only thought of Britannia.

As the commander of the Near East Army Group in St. Orlando, the commander of the Transvanian garrison, and the executioner of the peninsula, Baron's life is not very easy, every less than a month, the indigenous people here may break out in uprisings and riots, once the emperors of the empire continue to invest money and materials in the hope of improving this damned land, but decades have passed, although the basic conditions here are getting better and better, the residents are very stubborn, thinking that the Korsalan Peninsula belongs only to the Korsalans, Imperials can be friends and partners, but they can never be rulers.

So the riots and uprisings never stopped, and in this era, Baron was thrown here by an order to die, but fortunately, he was not a coward who accepted his fate, and he worked hard to develop industry and form an army, and the old emperor also supported the crown prince's Near East strategy from between his teeth, which allowed him to stand firm.

Today, however, he was a little tired, and the drought of 1823 had not slowed down, which led to another serious uprising in the Dominion's territory, including his old rival Su Ke, a silly boy from the countryside who had joined the Near East Army Servants, learned complete military techniques and modern magic, and led a rebellion of 3,000 servants.

He was arguably the most hated rebel general Baron had ever met, and it wasn't difficult to defeat him, but it was too difficult to eliminate this bastard, because he always managed to escape from impossible places, and again and again, which made His Royal Highness the Crown Prince very mad.

But what can be done about it? In addition to the drought and the rebels, the Norman alliance on the other side of the Rocky Mountains was also sharpening their knives, and small forces were secretly patrolling the mountains to help the guerrillas at all times. In addition, the Southern Star Meteorite Sea has gradually formed a regional alliance in the past few decades, that is, the Nineteen Nations Alliance, a group of republican parliamentary alliances composed of large and small countries, with no royal presence at all, and also hopes to be able to trade on the Korsaland Peninsula, and of course it is better to become their colony, because Korsaland produces quite good wine from all over the continent, and the abundance of grain and mineral resources is really an ideal source of raw materials.

It is really difficult to be entangled with so many forces, the original crown prince Baron, who was originally forced to take office by the aristocratic faction, fortunately, had a young fiancée to accompany him to survive the first most difficult year, and the peaceful days of peace paralyzed Baron, he often left the safe fortress with a few guards, painted everywhere on the Kolsaland Peninsula, and by the way, comprehended the customs and customs, and tried his best to play the role of Mr. Yes in the hope of being able to rule the land, at that time he thought that it would be good if he was a governor of the peace.

DR In 1815, a rebellion broke out in Transvania, and it took a week for Baron to return to his home due to the internal and enemy troubles, and the limited strength of the Near East Army at this time.

Then came the bloody dawn, and Balon, stained with the blood of his enemies, stared in amazement at the corpse of his fiancée, covered in scars and blood, in the palace hall.

The furious bloodline belonging to Empress Sylvia awakened from that moment, and after dawn, there was no longer the previous good gentleman Baron, and only the iron-blooded and ruthless Crown Prince of the Holy Orlando Empire Baron was reborn in this world? Brittana!

Balon, who had once held muskets and knives in his paintbrush hands, had just finished his sweeping mission, exhausted from the defeat of the Near East Army Group of less than 4,000 men and scattered servant troops, and more afield, the defeated Imperial garrisons, Baron quickly assembled these armed armies and fought the rebels and traitors repeatedly with his experience of personally inspecting half of the Korsalan Peninsula and the whimsy of his mind.

What a desperate war! The enemy is the natives of Kolsalan supported by the Norman Alliance and the Thoran League of the Nineteens, the special operations squads, the skilled mages and clerics, the desperate blockade fleet, the guerrillas are armed with the latest muskets, artillery, and ammunition, as well as the sheer quantity of medical supplies and engineering equipment.

The troops in the hands of the crown prince Baron were inferior to the other party in terms of quantity and quality, and all he had was the longing for his fiancée and a steady stream of anger and hatred. It's hard to understand how a man can sustain himself for more than nine years on this sentiment alone, and perhaps that's the persistence peculiar to Sylvia's descendants.

Baron withstood the indiscriminate bombardment of tens of thousands of rebel troops, the endless rebellions from the servant army and the imperial army, the special operations and assassinations that the Normans never stopped, the countless sneak attacks and sea duels of the Nineteen Nations Alliance of Therland, and even the direct intervention of the **** gods and those existing gods, he was also pushed back, and at the cost of one left leg, he successfully killed the mortal saints, as for the apostles and legendary powerhouses, there are countless others.

But in the end, he became the strongest man in the Korsaland Peninsula, and no matter how dangerous and lucky it was, the St. Orlando Empire gained a foothold here at the cost of more than four million inhabitants of the peninsula of all races who died at the hands of Army Group Near East! Countless hatreds have accumulated, and the fact that the claws of the Normans and Thrans have been temporarily knocked off does not mean that they have given up, and they may be killed again at any time.

As it grew dark, there were a considerable number of fires and torches on the battlefield, and the moans of the wounded gradually became smaller, which did not mean that they were healed, except for their allies and their own men, the other invaders waited for them only cruel swords and the cold of the night, either of which could kill them.

Baron put down the enchanted telescope in his hand, but what he was thinking about was not the things on the battlefield, but the sudden mutation of the imperial capital from Princess Josephine, he was not surprised that the aristocratic faction and the Normans joined forces, but what was worrying was the magic message from Clovis suddenly, imploring him to return to the imperial capital alone to take over the affairs of the empire.

He was absolutely not at ease about this, because from all kinds of indications that Clovis had defected to the aristocratic faction, coupled with Josephine's secret letter had already confused him, as a long-established commander, Baron would never dare to enter a place where he did not know the situation at all, even if his younger brother requested, he needed to verify it, and if he asked himself to take over the affairs of the empire, then where was his father's order and letter? Why don't you contact yourself directly as the crown prince, but through the third prince?

It's really a foggy situation, just like the first time I fought many years ago, I don't know where the enemy is, how many troops there are, who is the leader, I don't know anything, I can't once again leave the victory of the battle to the goddess of fate to decide, this goddess does not always favor mortals, after all, it is still up to me.

When the silent night finally fell, Balon looked into the distance, completely oblivious to the guards' hard advice, his gaze was so deep that he seemed to be able to look through the mountains and mountains into the interior of the empire, looking for the only truth, and finally he sighed softly.

"Little Sister Josephine...... I want to arrive safely......"