The moon and stars are scarce, and the silver light spreads all over the world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Autumn nights come much earlier than summer nights, and just after dinner, it gets dark, and if you leave it two months before, it's still daylight. In the city of Defenses, several soldiers were tied to the execution rack and beaten ten times with sticks in full view of everyone. Each stick was sturdy, at least loud, and the beaten soldier not only did not show a look of remorse, but was triumphant.

The soldiers around them looked at each other with a smile on their faces, and some even applauded, but when their eyes passed somewhere, they became cold.

The City of Acropolis is not large, only two blocks, and naturally there are only two block councillors. At this time, the two neighborhood councilors and a dozen or so people behind them turned pale and their eyes were burning with anger. They were called, saying that it was to punish those leaders who had nothing to do during the day, and they originally thought that these soldiers were sincerely apologizing, but they didn't expect it to become a show of power, and if they were not angry, it must be false.

It's just that there are rebels under Isaac's command all around, and these people don't dare to say anything, and they leave quickly in laughter after watching the stick execution.

The legion commander nodded, smiled and waved his hand, and the several soldiers who were tied to the execution rack were immediately let go. Whether the consequences of stick punishment are serious or not depends entirely on the skill of the executioner. The stick is not a round stick, but a "board" two fingers thick and five fingers wide. If you hit someone with the horizontal side, you don't need to use much force, but you can make a very loud sound. But if the executioner really wants to injure or kill the inmate, he needs to use a façade.

After three or five sticks, the bones were broken and the tendons were separated, the internal organs could be cracked, and there was nothing to see on the outside.

Regarding what happened today, the corps commander scolded these soldiers on the surface, but he still agreed with it in his bones. Good guy, so many brothers died in two siege battles, and now you say surrender, surrender, and those brothers died in vain before the relationship? Of course, the commander of the regiment can't say this kind of thing, he is also an officer, and at least he must abide by the system and laws on the surface.

Inside and outside the city, it's like two worlds!

Probably because of the new arrival, Isaac's anxiety has not completely dissipated, and he has people increase the density of patrols to ensure that the enemy's traces can be detected at the first time. Groups of soldiers, constantly patrolling the city and the city walls, made the midnight of the city not as quiet as it used to be at midnight.

This time, Grace and the Greon brothers did not attack, and Isaac couldn't bear the fatigue in the second half of the night, and finally fell asleep.

This period of time was really tiring, not only physically tired, but also mental.

Once a tightly wound string is loosened, it is very difficult to tighten it again. Isaac was not the only one who loosened the tight strings, and the soldiers under his command were also deeply mentally fatigued after repeated battles, and behind the seemingly high morale.

After three days without incident, Isaac speculated that Grace and Greon might have set the final battlefield in the imperial capital. He still had some doubts in his heart, and he couldn't figure out under what circumstances Empress Pars would agree to put the battlefield in the imperial capital. You must know that the imperial capital represents the face of the empire and the authority of the Orlando family. Whoever loses and who wins in the end of this battle will be the losers for the Orlando family.

Even if she wins, the other nobles who are ready to move will not be deterred by this, but will see through the weakness and incompetence of the royal family, and will go against the will of the central government even more unscrupulously.

After a few days, the soldiers who had been left behind to repair began to appear one after another, and there was only a countdown to the final battle, and it was at the last moment before dawn that Greon struck - fire.

Fire is a thing that people use to cook food or keep warm when it is weak. But when the flames spread, it was a disaster. In the past, a fire in Xiliu City killed more than 200,000 civilians, and then Wren met him with a fire in the province of Green, burning nearly 30,000 people in Piragos, so the way Grien chose was to use fire.

He wasn't sure if his experience and ability to play with fire was as good as Bowen and Wren, so the fire was just a prelude.

The city of Acropolis was originally full of low stone houses, but the Earl of Birmingham felt that the brick and stone houses could not accommodate more civilians, so he pushed all the brick and stone houses in the whole city and built small buildings. It is true that a small building can hold more people, but it is also more dangerous.

Stone houses are safe, but they are too expensive to build, and the Earl of Birmingham does not intend to use a house made entirely of stone. Using wood and masonry, he built a brick and wood hybrid building process, which replaced all the buildings in the city and could accommodate more people.

But at the same time, it is also prone to misfire.

In the darkness of the night, the patrols, which had not seen anything unusual for several days, began to become passive. From the initial density of patrols every ten minutes, to now there are patrols patrolling the whole city for almost two or three hours, and the entire rebel army from top to bottom has been blinded by temporary security. In the middle of the night, black figures wandered between darkness and light in the city of Acropolis, and they were very flexible to find large and small altars and jars from various places, and when they untied the lids, they could smell the special smell of fire oil.

The oil had been prepared for a long time, and the purpose was to bring the rebels into the pit entirely.

The two brothers, Grace and Grien, had discussed that if there was a direct battle with the rebels on the frontal battlefield, the losses of the First and Second Guards would definitely be very large. This has nothing to do with whether the elite is elite or not, it is entirely because the number is inferior to the opponent, and the quality of the Guards cannot completely suppress the quality of the rebels, so they need to come up with a way to get the maximum benefit at the lowest cost.

Come to think of it, it seems that there is only one way to go. Bowen just burned more than 100,000 or 200,000 people in a fire back then, but now they don't ask for much for this fire, and they have already earned it by burning two or three.

When everything was ready, a whistle burst into flames that tore through the silence of the night, and the fire burst into flames and filled the entire city.

Isaac hadn't been asleep for long, and the successive battles had consumed too much of his energy, and the nobleman, who had once regarded nightlife as a normal life, threw himself in bed as if he had died.

While he was still asleep, his henchman swordsman directly picked him up from the bed, carried him on his back, and quickly ran out of the city. Isaac woke up from the jolt, and he struggled for a moment as he looked at the flames licking at him before he realized what had happened. At this time, his face no longer had the calm and composure he used to have, only infinite panic.

This fire is just a signal that the decisive battle has arrived. But he and his soldiers were not prepared in the slightest, and in this case, the decisive battle became no suspense.

Sure enough, as soon as they rushed out of the city, the civilians who lived near the city gate had disappeared, and the only thing that remained in the empty wilderness was the sound of horses' hooves like thunder. He watched with amazement as the soldiers who rushed out of the fire, without even armor or weapons, were killed and wounded in a round of cavalry charges. The continuous digging through did not give the rebels any space and time to assemble, and the cavalry teams rushed back and forth, breaking the survivors who had just been pulled out of the fire.

At this time, Isaac finally knew where the deep uneasiness in his heart came from, and it was all a trap!

It wasn't just the Guards led by Grien, but also the cavalry of the other satellite towns, who packed all the rebels in it like a pocket, and let them crush it together.

Seeing the situation like a landslide, all the strength was withdrawn from Isaac's body in an instant, and the swordsman wanted to leave behind his back, but he stopped the swordsman's thoughts.

"Get me a decent outfit. Isaac was in his pajamas, and the late night wind was already mixed with the smell of winter, a little cold. He almost gritted his teeth as he looked at the fire and the knights rushing back and forth, just a little bit closer, he could attack the imperial capital and achieve hegemony. However, all of this was completely burned clean by a fire on such a night.

The fighting lasted from midnight to dawn, but the fire of the Acropolis City did not have the slightest intention of stopping.

When Isaac saw the Earl of Birmingham again, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water. He was wearing a cheap set of clothes at this time, and he was uncomfortable, and he had to shake his shoulders from time to time, "Earl of Birmingham, until today, I don't know what you mean when you say that in order to take care of the soldiers who come from afar, let us have a good physical strength to fight. ”

In the face of Isaac's taunt, the Earl of Birmingham didn't seem to care at all, he smiled slightly and bowed in salute, "This is what I should do, as a nobleman of the Empire, it is my personal duty to deal with a deranged traitor like you, and it is also the authority given to me by the Empire!"

Isaac was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Can you let me know where Grace is now?"

One of the two nightmares has appeared and has won a great victory, so where is the other nightmare now and what is it doing?

The Earl of Birmingham thought for a moment before deciding to answer the question, "Your Excellency the Generalissimo is on the Western Front at this time!"

"Actually, you don't have to feel sorry at all, you should have thought about such an ending from the day you decided to take that step. ”

Isaac shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "It's not that I'm going to betray anyone, but someone is forcing me to do this, my today, maybe it's your tomorrow!"