On August 30, 1735, ominous and panic reigned over the imperial capital. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After a series of ominous omens such as rumors, panic, and fires, the upheaval of history came as scheduled. Count Frederick, lord of the border town, rebelled on the spot on the day of his conferment, plunging the Hofburg Imperial Palace into a catastrophe. To commemorate the arrival of the demons, scholars respectfully call it the "Second Day."

Frederick stood on the battlefield of the dragoon's garrison with his head held high, stretched out his arms, and ordered his servants to put on snow-white cross-eagle armor and carefully screw him.

Armor weighing up to 180 pounds shines in the sun. The silver beak of the eagle obscured Frederick's nose, revealing his lips and chin. This is a rare semi-concealed design, and you can see the tight lip line, which is extremely beautiful.

The snow-white cloak of the Cross Eagle was screwed to the cuirass, and the cloak fluttered behind Frederick, making him tall and long. The scabbard of the ideal messenger was fastened to the back armor, the half-meter-long hilt protruded from the shoulder, and the clutch scraped the helmet from time to time.

"Your Highness, the Cross Eagle Steel Armor is the glory of Duke William. Spread your wings and fly today. The sullen scout twisted the lord's armor in a stirring mood, and bowed his head in shame: "I am not qualified to fight, I can only hope for your victory." ”

"Nope. Frederick suddenly grabbed the scout's wrist and stared at him from behind the eagle's head mask, "There's something you can do. Listen to me. ”

After hearing this, the scout frowned, nodded solemnly, said, "I will not disgrace my mission", and bowed down to put on his armor and prepare his horse.

Thirteen silver-armored horsemen were already in columns, waiting behind Frederick. The silver-white spear stabbed straight into the sky, and the long spear flags on the tips of the spears fluttered in the breeze in the sky. The horse's ornate armor hung down to the ground, almost covering its hooves, and it was as beautiful as a well-dressed lady with a long skirt covering her feet. One of the attendants brought Frederick's horse and asked him to kick it.

It was the first time he had become a heavy cavalryman, just like the first duel he had fought in the tavern and killed for the first time. Filia witnessed his first recklessness, and now?

Perhaps, when the horse rushes out of this familiar barracks, he and Philia will become a passing farewell. At the beginning of the uncertain future, Frederick suddenly wanted to look at Felia again.

"Where's your chief knight?" Frederick asked the sweaty dragoons.

"The chief knight was promoted to major to oversee the army, and went to the banquet of the military headquarters. The dragoon replied with a kettle.

Regret welled up in his heart, but Frederick thought forcefully that it was very good that Felia could stay out of it.

"Go!" Frederick raised his head, his eyes narrowed from the scorching sun, and then with a flick of the reins, his legs between his legs made his horse snort and rush out of the garrison like a gale.

"Open the camp gate!" a serious shout was handed out, and the camp gate in the distance suddenly opened, moving left and right.

In the rising smoke and dust, a row of dazzling silver heavy cavalry roared out and rushed up the royal Hero's Avenue, and in the surprise of the citizens, the knights' column roared up the hill like thunder, and drove mightily towards the Hofburg Imperial Palace.

In less than ten minutes, the heavy cavalry reined in at Heroes' Square below the palace, with a wide staircase in front of them that never ended leading to Schönbrunn Square and the palace on the hillside.

The grand red carpet was rolled down from the mountainside, and the kilometer-long staircase was painted with a straight line of red on the red carpet. Two lines of forbidden troops stood guard on both sides, and every five steps stood a sentry, and the formation was as neat as a pin.

Frederick led 13 knights and 13 squires to dismount and solemnly walk up the stairs, climbing step by step to the pinnacle of power under the gaze of two rows of formal forbidden soldiers.

Suddenly, a large crowd of black-clad soldiers swarmed out of the garrison, crossed the square, and poured up the Hero's Avenue leading to the city gate, like a herd of migrating wild horses, trotting towards the north city gate. The magnificence of the military appearance and the noisy footsteps attracted Frederick to stop and look on the red carpet.

"There were three thousand of them. Frederick estimated. Because he stood on the red carpet for three minutes, the surging black-clothed army was completely over, and then the Avenue of Heroes was retracted into a slender marching array and drove neatly out of the city.

"The unions in the northern mining areas have resurged, and this time the conflict is even more intense, as if there is an armed uprising," explained the leader of the Forbidden Army squadron who led the way to Frederick in a friendly manner. ”

Frederick knew everything about it. It was because he had informant that the Chief Secretary prepared an emergency plan and dispatched the National Guard to suppress the workers as soon as possible.

But he was indifferent, turned his head to look at the palace halfway up the mountainside, and continued to climb with his head held high.

"The National Guard is so well equipped that it is about to catch up with the Wehrmacht, and all the workers who riot are going to die. The mining area is about to set off a bloody storm again. The Forbidden Squadron Leader shook his head and sighed.

Frederick stared at the end of the red carpet with his head held high, as if he were treading the path of blood, and he climbed the stairs firmly, every step was cut to the ground, and every step was extremely heavy.

Farragut followed behind the lord, bowed his head and quickly calculated: "The Hofburg garrison can accommodate five thousand people, three thousand National Guards go out of the city to fight, and there are two thousand remnants of the palace guards. These 2,000 people participated in the battle to encircle and suppress the Grand Master, with more than 500 casualties, and only 1,500 remnants remained. So within 5 minutes of the arrival of the dragoons, Frederick had only to face two threats: 1,500 new Praetorian troops, and three foreign legion mercenaries. ”

Hope grew in Faragut's heart as he saw the light of victory.

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The 8-hectare Schönbrunn Plaza, which is a little too spacious, is furnished in a grand and grand manner today.

Neat flowers are piled up beside the fountain, and promenade tents are laid across the front of the palace. 1,000 forbidden soldiers were stationed in splendid costumes to decorate the outline of the square, and a professional court military band lined up in a phalanx to sing the praises of the solemnity of the celebration.

Under the palace, in front of the fountain, a warm red carpet was spread, and the knights who entered the knighthood stood here to receive the empress's decoration. The red carpet was 100 meters away from the VIP seats, the same distance as Frederick's calculated assassination.

The VIP seats are set up in a promenade tent with a wide variety of fruits and wines. Ferdinand, one of the dignitaries, dressed in a green silk robe, sat at the king's right hand, shaking the wine in boredom.

For him, the ceremony was boring. He looked forward to the moment of assassination.

Before the ceremony began, the senior officials of the three divisions and six departments were all seated in the VIP seats, buzzing and exchanging ears. Xiao Qian, with Alice escorting, tilted his head and whispered to Ferdinand, "Are you sure Frederick is going to kill you today?"

"He was cornered by me. The fire department was already tracking down the source of the munitions in the ruins, and Frederick was desperate and had no choice but to jump over the wall. Ferdinand peeled oranges with ease: "After the ceremony, before nightfall, Frederick will do it." Alice and Berserker followed me. (To be continued.) )