One hundred and fifty years ago, Tieliu was ruled by the Capetian family.

The first king of the Capetian family, Lionheart, was the creator of a generation of legends, and it took him twenty years to defeat all the Grand Dukes in Tieliu and ascend to the throne at the age of sixty.

During his reign, the Tieliu Kingdom entered its heyday.

The soldiers are strong and strong, and they are intimidating to all directions.

Even the Holy See at that time was wary of Tie Liu.

But the good times didn't last long, it seems that Lionheart alone took too much of the luck and wisdom of the Capetian family, and several of his descendants were mediocre guys, and even when he chose his heir, he was forced to reluctantly pick a not-so-stupid one from among these fools.

Although the king was relatively mediocre, the ministers left behind by the Lionheart were still dedicated, and with these ministers who had followed the Lionheart in his expeditions to help the successor deal with the affairs of the country, the second king of the Capetian family also survived his reign peacefully.

However, after the third king, the power of the Capetian family began to decline rapidly, and the heir was very violent, refused to listen to the advice of others, indulged in fun and mistreatment of slaves, and put to death those who dared to stop him.

But these are nothing to a king, and any nobleman can be infected with the vices of arrogance and perversion.

If he is just playing the game of tyrant within his own borders, as long as the army is still there, then his rule cannot be shaken.

But Capet III's hobbies didn't stop there.

He had read a great deal about his grandfather's heroic deeds, which stirred up a fire of frenzy in him, and he thought that he could build up the admiration of the world like his grandfather, the Lionheart, and he became more and more whimsical.

He hadn't even personally touched the army for the first thirty-five years of his life, but he wanted the commanders to hand over the military power and let him take control, trying to expand the territory of the Tieliu Kingdom again.

The officials of the Reichstake were shocked by this and gave him advice, but Capetian III, who was at the peak of his life, did not listen to a single word.

In his opinion, what his grandfather could do, he could naturally do, as the best heir of his descendants, could naturally do it.

The Lionheart could lead his army to the highest peak from a duke, and of course he could stand on the shoulders of giants and raise that peak again.

In just one month, Capetian III had recruited 300,000 soldiers across the country, and he stood on the parade platform and watched his army stretch from his eyes to the horizon and to the end of the horizon, with a great sense of satisfaction and pride.

With such an army, who else in this world can resist my iron hooves!

I will conquer entire continents and accomplish feats that my ancestors did not accomplish!

I want to make Dawn, the Void Ancestor, and the Holy See that has been hovering over my head tremble at the hearing of my name!

Capet III first set his eyes on the nearest morning light.

The armament strength of the Dawn Kingdom is indeed not as strong as that of the Tieliu Kingdom, the number of soldiers is small, and the war horses are not as good as the physique of the Tieliu.

In Cape's eyes, this is simply a war without suspense, and the kingdom of Dawn will inevitably be crushed by his own army, and thus collapse and disintegrate.

In terms of the number of soldiers, in terms of combat readiness resources, in any way, Dawn does not have an advantage.

And so the war broke out.

To Cape's surprise, the war, which seemed to him to have ended in three months, lasted for two full years.

In addition to gaining the upper hand at the beginning, Tieliu's army has been in a state of passive beating since the war entered a stalemate.

This made him wonder why the war would be fought like this when his army was superior under all conditions.

He didn't understand that war mainly depends on people.

Even the slightest difference in the level of commanders on both sides will directly affect the outcome of a war.

Not to mention, the commander of the Tieliu army is a king who knows nothing about military affairs.

In this way, the battlefield lasted for a year and a half, and the army of the Tieliu Kingdom was already in defeat.

The battle took place in the morning light, and it took a long time to transport food and grass or recruit reinforcements, and as time went on, Capet III was horrified to find that his Grand Dukes began to act on his orders, disobeying or even openly ignoring him.

These vicious-eyed archdukes have already seen the weakness of the Capet family now, all the troops that Capet III can command are thrown into the battle with the dawn, while the Tieliu Kingdom is in a hollow state, if they take the opportunity to launch a battle for the throne, I am afraid that the Capet family will not have time to resist at all.

So, in the second year of Capetian III's army against Dawn, a rebellion broke out in the Tieliu Kingdom that swept the country.

No, this can't be called a rebellion anymore, it's a battle for the deer.

The Capet family left a pitiful number of troops in the Tieliu Kingdom, and the army in the territory of Dawn could not be withdrawn for a while, so he could only follow the advice of his subordinates and abandon part of the army to intercept Dawn's pursuers, while he led the remaining army to return to Ironstream as quickly as possible.

But after he returned to Tieliu after some pain, he found that his kingdom had already undergone earth-shaking changes, the flag symbolizing royal power was no longer a golden lion, and the uniforms of the soldiers guarding the imperial capital had been replaced with bright red.

This kingdom no longer belongs to him.

Capetian III looked at the scarlet banner fluttering at the head of the city, and was so sad and angry that he fainted on the spot.

It took King Lionheart twenty years to capture the Ironflow Kingdom, while it took only two years for his descendants to lose it all.

In the aftermath of the war, the Capetian family was devastated and, fearful of being hunted down, gathered and fled to the far west of the Iron Stream, followed by decades of silence.

"This story reminds me a lot. Ron touched his nose with his index finger, "Like my stupid ancestors, like those who can't fully trust those who surrender to themselves." ”

Standing in front of him was an extremely burly man, dressed in sophisticated iron armor, holding a huge axe of exaggerated size in his hand, he looked at the sea, and asked angrily, "What do you want to say?"

"It's really boring," Ron sighed, "We waited for so many years, and finally waited for the continent to start chaos, but we didn't expect that we would continue to wait." ”