Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Praying Mantis Catches the Cicada, and the Yellow Sparrow is Absent
The remnants of the soldiers already looked like a drop in the ocean in the rioting crowd.
Those who vent their dissatisfaction with Elta, those who take the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, those who are instigated and coerced without knowing anything, and those who are instructed to take the lead...... The crazy people robbed the houses of the "spies" all the way and knocked on the doors of the houses. Those who did not join the team were broken down and trampled and even spearpointed, and their houses were burned. The doors of the shops were also smashed and ransacked. After the crowd has passed, the remaining Xiaoxiao is still "cultivating" in the urban area in an orderly manner. At the very least, the homes that survived were looted. Most of the houses that were not looted were affected by the fire because of the close proximity between the houses, especially the wooden houses and market merchants in the commercial area, which were basically burned down under the condition of loss of law and order.
Looking down from the Wyvern of the Magic Guild, Garcia's veins were filled with fire, and wherever they went, they were devouring the essence of the capital's years of accumulation. Even if the crown prince is able to ascend the throne, the political and economic center of the empire will continue to face economic paralysis in shock after losing its position as the center of political gravity, and it is likely that the capital will be moved even if there is no external pressure. While inciting the masses, the prince clearly did not think of the cost of losing control. In order to launch a mass movement, we must first have the consciousness to control the thinking of the masses. How can you expect a guy who sees the people as a stepping stone to the throne to understand what's at stake?
Baccarat didn't want to bother that much. For a while, he already felt that he was the desire of the people, and only he could lead Elta to tomorrow. Since they were unwilling to tell the content of their father's message, he went into the palace himself and asked! It was said that it was "asked", but in fact Baccarat had already set his mind on killing his father. Why are those old ministers unwilling to say their father's words when they die? Quite simply, even if they say it, they will definitely die, and most people will come to this conclusion.
Baccarat's hand was already clenched on the saber. For him, the father who loved him no longer exists, or a father who does not let him succeed to the throne is a father who does not love him. He was born for the throne, so to speak, and now he can let anyone die for the throne. He had accepted the fact that he was going to take over Elta for more than a decade, and now he suddenly told him that he was going to be sent to the cold palace, which was unacceptable. In fact, other people can't accept this kind of drastic change, and most people are psychopathic like this.
Now Baccarat has embarked on the path of no return from psychopathy to madness. What about the imperial capital burned to ashes? What about his own father, the biggest parasol, who died? As long as it's all worth it for him! Only power can satisfy his growing and boundless desires, and only power can allow him to have everything again! He sat on his horse and walked slowly, looking down on the people like a god, and the huge aura of writing "The Eight Emperors" seemed to have lit up on his head.
What he didn't know was that the old Emperor Charles had come to this point, but he stubbornly believed that his son would not be so vicious. If Doniva had known about the upheavals in the imperial capital in the past two days, his judgment would have been much the same as that of his father. And the Bimoon Church, which was decently indecent, lost the priest and broke the army, also reluctantly accepted the fact that the prince was also a shipwreck, and they made the wrong bet. The resolution to find a military solution to the problem of the western part of Elta has now come close to being a flash in the pan.
If the prince had been willing to hand over the civilians who were at least alive, the enraged father would not have killed the priest and shot the emperor. The purpose of continuing the war has not been achieved, and the gate has not disappeared from the Noi region, and now Doniva will definitely take power. In general, the prince did not even achieve the most basic prerequisite for obtaining the throne peacefully, and the two goals of the two moons were to draw water in a bamboo basket and take in a priest...... The gods from the top and even from the high positions will be unacceptable to this result, even if Baccarat is more or less enlightened from now on, the top management will not accept the plan to continue to support him to become great on the basis of political reasons. The archbishop, who was in charge of the Elta region, decided to break the wrist of the strong man without even informing his superiors, no, to fall into the well.
The praying mantis has opened its sickle to the cicada on the hospital bed, while the yellow finch is "watching you pretend" behind her back. What the yellow finch didn't know was that there was a bigger shadow behind him with a big shotgun and slowly approaching......
The castle gates were closed, but they were opened after a riot inside. Before the crowd reached the palace, the castle saw the wide open gates. The young soldier who had guarded the imperial capital alongside him plunged his spear into his predecessor's body, and was immediately beheaded by another veteran. The conflict between the individual factions soon turned into a confrontation between the young Zhuang faction and the old man, and in the end, the young Zhuang faction, which had the upper number of people, won a crushing victory.
The ladder that Baccarat's cronies had prepared for the assault on the castle was expected to wear a pot of hot lead on their heads, and all kinds of bows and spears were not of any use in the end. In addition to the procession outside the city, the crowd gradually dispersed into the wealthy areas of Garcia and began to continue their fanaticism, and a small number of remnants and the Praetorian Guard, who had rebelled against the emperor, began to accompany Baccarat into the core of Garcia.
The commotion outside is real when viewed from the high vantage point of the castle. Charles didn't have to look to know what was going on outside from the sound. He motioned for both the maid and the guards to go back to their rooms to avoid being overwhelmed by him. Although they will basically be purged from the palace by Baccarat, away from Elta's power core, or even kill people directly, he doesn't want to see more blood shed until he dies.
There was silence all around. Charles wanted to light the cigarette he had quit for years, but there was no pipe or tobacco around him, and no one gave him a tinder. His life had come to a countdown, and now he had time to summarize what had happened in the past few decades. The things that have been loved, hated, defeated and defeated have all become real at this moment, and they have passed through his mind one by one.
The death of the father, the incompetence of the elder brother, the murder of the brother to the throne and even the murder of the woman who used to be the most favorite and is now an obstacle by killing the sword, inheriting the prosperous era of peace, expeditioning to foreign races, quelling the rebellion, to the defeat of the opening of the door, and the evil consequences of spoiling the younger son......
The footsteps sounded from far to near, and the maid leading the way was pushed aside and thrown into the corner. Tall and mighty, but also short, Baccarat strode in. In Charles's eyes, Baccarat will always be the cute little bit...... More than ten years of changes have made him feel unfamiliar with his familiar son.