"No matter how careful Ferdinand is, it doesn't matter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe First Praetorian Guard Regiment of the Garrison Palace has been seized by Griffith, and with Griffith as the internal response, the court is full of our people. Marshal Karl whispered: "There are only 3 mercenaries on Ferdinand's side, and they are already embattled and ambushed on all sides. Leave the dragoons here, it doesn't matter. All you need is you, me, Ryan, and Frederick to enter the palace and restrain Ferdinand. ”

"Yes. We need to hurry, if Ferdinand hears the cannon from the north, he will know that something is wrong. After hearing this, Admiral Farina seconded the promise, and then turned his head and told Frederick, who was disguised as a staff officer: "Your men have been dropped and released, and they are responsible for rescuing the Empress." ”

"Yes. My knight knows the terrain of the palace very well, and with the scouts who deliver the edict to lead the way, he can find the emperor soon. Frederick reassured the admiral.

Only by rescuing the emperor can the legitimacy and morale of the army be guaranteed, and the overall situation can be settled.

The attendant stood in the distance, looking at the big guy who was talking to each other in horror.

Then Marshal Karl turned over and dismounted, silently raised his hand to the dragoons to stop him, and ordered the large army to wait here. Then the marshal calmly stepped up the steps and took Admiral Farina, Major General Lane, and Frederick up the stairs to pick the final fruits of victory.

When the marshal climbed the stone steps, his steps were brisk, as if he were going downstairs to eat.

So is Farina. He fought only prepared battles, and after all-night deployment, they were well prepared, and Ferdinand was probably still in the dark. So their goal is to succeed in one blow and end the battle calmly, trying not to cause panic among the citizens.

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While Ferdinand was inspecting the construction workers repairing the palace, Rita, the palace lady, came running and reported: "The military officials ask for a meeting. ”

"His Majesty is out. Tell them to come back in the afternoon. Ferdinand inspected the repair site. After the horrific explosion, there were a large number of cracks in the palace, and more than 300 construction workers were working overtime to fill the cracks and repair the load-bearing walls, and Ferdinand refused to see anyone under the pretext of supervising the work.

The female official of the palace ran to pass the word, and came back in a blink of an eye, gasping and reporting slightly: "The marshal is the one who asks to see you." ”

Ferdinand's footsteps suddenly stopped, his squinted eyes were fully open, and then he turned back and asked, "How many of them are?"

"Four. ”

"Okay, bring them here. Ferdinand breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that there were only four people.

The female officer was ordered to run out, and as soon as she turned a corner, she stopped, and then slowly retreated in a trembling manner, inch by inch, back into Ferdinand's field of vision.

Ferdinand frowned and stared at the female officer.

The female officer continued to stagger back, and then a neat row of muskets against the female officer's face, step by step out of the corner of the palace, first a row of muzzles, then the barrels of the guns, and then the neat sleeves and the triggers held firmly, only to see the guns of the forbidden army advancing step by step, driving the girl back inch by inch.

Ferdinand clenched the journal in his hand, lightly lowered his hand behind him, and stood in the sunlight, squinting at the neat military formation that forced the female officers to retreat. It was the new-style forbidden army in charge of the garrison court, they wore white trench coats, crossed armed belts and red vests on their chests, ten people lined up in a row, neatly aimed at their guns, and marched forward step by step, the frightened female officers did not dare to move, only knew how to retreat inch by inch, shook their heads with tears, and begged not to shoot.

And at the end of the square overlooking the cityscape, there was the sound of neat military steps, accompanied by solemn steps, a column of tall military hats emerged from the horizon, then jumped out of the face, then revealed the chest of the oblique rifle, and finally the long leather boots—as the army walked up the steps and approached step by step, the face of the slaughter was also revealed inch by inch.

Seeing this, Ferdinand remembered the ceremony where he was assassinated. Under the same scorching sun, he watched a group of soldiers emerge from under the steps and slowly approach him. It's just that only a few knights appeared last time, but this time it was a magnificent platoon of five hundred people who came out of the horizon!

The one-kilometer-wide square was actually lined up with bright red forbidden army vests. In the first row, five hundred musketeers marched in unison: straight Janissary hats with a line of black, five hundred firm faces with a line of vermilion, trench coats in the gale, a line of white, and footsteps "pop, snap, snap", as if to time death.

This majestic march is like a tsunami approaching from the horizon, which makes people feel terrified, and they can't wait to choose the way to escape!

Ferdinand took a step back and turned his head to look back.

On either side of the palace, two same rows of muskets marched towards him, and it was the musketeers on the left who forced the female officer to retreat in despair, and finally the female officer suffered a nervous breakdown, screamed, turned and fled, but the musketeers did not pay any attention to it, and stepped towards Ferdinand with a blank face. The same goes for the other side.

Ferdinand found himself surrounded by the new Praetorian Army and had no way out. Ironically, this was originally a forbidden army ordered to protect the Prince, but now it turned its guns and aimed them at the Prince himself.

Desperate, Ferdinand stood in the middle of the square, slowly surrounded by the impenetrable army.

He finally saw the strict training of the new forbidden army. It's not a march, it's a tsunami in human shape.

Ferdinand saw the marshal and his group walk at the front of the humanoid tsunami. They were all people he knew.

Here is the usually obscure, but ambitious Generalissimo Karl. His fat belly bulged under the uniform of the Black Red Army, and a large medal on his chest collided like wind chimes, shining in the sun.

There is also Admiral Farina, who is dressed in red armor and only lifts up his visor. He only showed two mustaches whiter than a fruit knife, and walked behind the marshal without saying a word, revealing his habit of sitting and reaping profits.

The heroic Griffith and the dashing and elegant Ryan wore elegant and gorgeous white cloaks and walked on either side of the general. There are commanders on the left and right of the forbidden army pressing the formation, and the forbidden army is really bound to defect.

But what mattered most to Ferdinand was the taciturn staff officer. Ferdinand scrutinized the corners of the counselor's mouth, and felt that the arc of the pursed lips was incomparably familiar, reminding him of a man with a blank face: the man's eyes were gloomy, but when he touched the emotional pain point, he would have a seizure, like a silent volcano.

Therefore, until the array of troops was closed, Ferdinand was staring at the lips of the staff officer, until the two circles of the forbidden army "Bang! Bang!" stood upright, and it was not until the world was so quiet that only the sound of hammering the palace was left, and Ferdinand opened his lips fiercely: "Frederick...... Even if I can only see half of your face, I can recognize you. ”

The staff officer slowly lifted his military hat and looked up at Ferdinand, his gloomy eyes were gloomy: "Of course, when I executed you, my face armor showed half of my face. ”

Ferdinand laughed, undaunted, and beat his chest with his hand in the log: "You executed me? I am not standing here in good shape? I am immortal! Except that your knife has become a little duller, what has your futile assassination changed?" )