"Yes, we can hold out until the day when the coalition forces of Paris are under the city. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoBecause there is enough food in stock, there is basically no possibility of the palace being lost, and it stands to reason that we have already won. The executive is really strategic. Vickers was satisfied.

Then Breschroeder looked at the lookout and asked, "What's the matter with that guard of honor? How did Emperor Luan leave the palace?"

Vickers turned his head to look at it and replied easily: "Oh, the officer corps tried to plead guilty, and the empress personally went out of the palace to negotiate - what is there to negotiate, the officer corps has no chance of winning, and the empress is going to accept the surrender." ”

And then ...... You're going to let Luan drive out of the palace?" Breschroeder leaned out of the lookout stack, overlooking the guard of honor the size of a grain of rice as he drove Luan toward the foot of the mountain, the cold wind blowing the white hair on his sideburns.

"Yes...... Oh, yes. Vickers looked at the guard of honor in the distance with a beaming heart, "What a good thing it is for the Empress to go and surrender." ”

Braischroeder was vaguely uneasy, he felt that Vickers had in his head, and he wanted to turn around and scold, "The empress has issued an edict, and the military power is in my hands, and it doesn't matter if she is under house arrest now, do you still want to teach this kind of thing", but because of the national system, he couldn't scold, so he stared at Vickers with a red face, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "How many people have you dialed to monitor - ah no, escort the emperor?"

"Three hundred people, all of them are carefully selected strong soldiers. Vickers didn't understand why the old man was so angry.

"Enough...... Let's hope there won't be any extraneous complications. Trying to comfort himself, Braischroeder staggered down the spiral tower, his old back so lonely that he shook his hand and refused to allow Vickers to see him off.

Vickers felt that the state of the spiritual master was a little strange. He frowned and glanced at the honor guard at the foot of the mountain, and thought, "The emperor is already in the same breath as the royalists, it is impossible for her not to even want to be the emperor, right?"

Suddenly, the attendant officer who was looking far away reminded: "Luan Jia didn't take the Avenue of Heroes, but turned around to go to the church." ”

Vickers wondered, "Does Naja need to go to church?"

Suddenly, a terrible thought rushed into his cranial cavity like mustard, and it hurt his head. Wix suddenly thought of what the old fox was worried about.

"Raise the dome gate! chase after the emperor's guard of honor!" he shouted hoarsely.

The steel-grated dome of the fortress-style palace rose again, and the National Guards, armed to the teeth, swarmed out.

Braischroeder heard the hoarse cries on the long spiral escalator, and he sat down on the steps wearily, thinking exhaustedly that his worst fears had indeed happened, that the Empress had gone to church.

He rubbed his wrinkled face and sighed, what is the use of me strategizing, guarding the palace as solid as gold, and the red apricot has already been out of the wall.

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"She really doesn't even want to be an emperor, does she?" asked Griffith as the HRE Emperor walked into the church, and Major General Claude, who was escorting her, tilted his head.

"Our task is to seize Luang Jia's escort rights, and then defend the church until the negotiations are over. Griffith rode on a tall horse and glanced at the three hundred captives who were tied together by ropes: "As for the decision of His Majesty the Emperor, I can't figure it out. ”

The emperor personally ordered to abandon resistance, so the dragoons subdued the three hundred musketeers who escorted them without much effort. These mercenaries are unusually docile, and no one would be foolish enough to engage in street combat with the charging dragoons.

Major General Claude raised his cloudy eyes, just in time to see the slender and solemn back move inch by inch towards the altar of the church, and the crowd around her was not the worshippers praying, but the officer corps standing in salute. The atmosphere is solemn and solemn, and the black-streaked gate is slowly closing.

Claude's heart was pounding, and he knew that he was staring at the back of the last emperor. The slowly closing door of the church cut off his sight and the catastrophe of the feudal era.

"Dragoons existed to defend Habsburg royalty. I don't know what today's action ...... Is it a betrayal?" said Major General Claude, hanging down his helmet in anguish.

Griffith's horse circled around him, tugging on the reins and reassuring his superiors: "As you said, perhaps Your Majesty is tired of the Emperor's profession, and you have given her relief. It is also your duty to carry out the will of the Empress. ”

Two high-ranking commanders commanded the deployment and made regular patrols. Sporadic gunfire rang out in the distance, then drowned out by the roar of artillery. The royalists who poured out of the Hofburg palace were repulsed again and again, while the dragoons of the garrison church fell on deaf ears and remained indifferent. Because they knew that the royalists were only armed with new rifles, which were more than enough to hold onto, and the assault was insufficient, and it was absolutely impossible to pass through the fire blockade line of the artillery brigade. All they had to do was defend the church like a statue of the gods and wait for the negotiations to be over.

And the sun slowly crossed the midheaven and gradually set in the west. Heroes' Square was bombed to the ground, and the royalists who went out of the city to chase Luan Jia were so suppressed by artillery fire that they could not even get out of the palace, leaving hundreds of corpses, and then retreated to the palace and cowered.

Sporadic gunfire, occasionally thrillingly tearing apart the tranquility. The citizens of the city had already received martial law for the struggle, and stayed quietly at home, waiting for the turmoil to end.

The negotiations lasted a full six hours, and the priest delivered food and water once. It wasn't until four o'clock in the afternoon that the church doors slowly opened, and the dragoons turned their heads in unison, their fiery red helmets shooting fiery gazes.

The holy female emperor stood at the end of the red carpet, the twilight washing her long dress, she stood in the dazzling circle of light, and walked out with her head held high.

The officer corps stood neatly behind the Empress, their expressions completely obscured by the shadow of the military cap, and silently saluted the Empress.

Admiral Farina, Major Filia, and Archpriest Victoria stood side by side, willing to be their foils.

Griffith and Claude rolled off their horses and bowed to His Majesty the Emperor on one knee. When the two of them lowered their heads, they heard a pleasant voice floating in the breeze: "No need to kneel. Never again. ”

The breeze lifted the empress's veil, she looked at the faithful officer, and smiled faintly: "Get up." ”

Claude suddenly looked up, unable to believe that he was so old that he could witness the twilight of the empire.

"Your Majesty......" Claude shouted.

At the same time, martial law was lifted, and believers and citizens poured out of their homes and gathered in the church square, surrounded by a flood of water, vying to witness this once-in-a-lifetime scene.

"I am no longer Your Majesty. After removing the crown, I will only be the CEO of Elf Heavy Industries, and like all citizens, I will work hard to introduce the archaeological technology of the Elves to build our country. Elena left the standing Priest of Victoria, and in the occasional echo of gunfire, her long skirt swept gracefully to the center of the church garden, her arms raised and pressed, her wide sleeves hanging like two pages of butterfly wings. This press, as if to press the volume down, suppressed all the noisy whispers in the square, and made people listen to her with curiosity.

Elena glanced at the crowds of people on the streets and made her first street speech: "I succeeded to the throne at the age of twelve, and I have been in power for eight years. In these bumpy eight years, there have been so many injustices. Valiant armies march on the frontlines, empires sign defeated treaties, bear all the blame, survive under the Treaty of Mirrors, industrious people create untold industrial wealth, and inexplicable economic crises turn your savings to dust. It was the withering economy that made me understand the difference between an 'industrially creative economy' and 'speculative and predatory finance'. It was the humiliation of debt that made me understand that the financial pushers are the ones who really rule the country. ”

The whole square was silent, and everyone stared directly at the noble empress. Elena, the last emperor of the Habsburgs, sincerely reflected in front of everyone: "I'm sorry, my father allowed the privatization of the central bank, a fatal mistake that lasted for half a century; But I must be responsible for my father's mistakes, I must be responsible for the mess of the country's current situation, even if I lose everything, I must choose redemption! So I decided to support Frederick's New Deal, and led the 'Elf Heavy Industries' to fully support the New Deal, and strive to revive the country's economy within four years. ”

Cheers. Countless excited citizens rushed to hug and burst into tears.

Elena solemnly declared: "Therefore, in the name of the Emperor of the HRE Empire, I recognize that the results of the referendum election are legal and fair and have the validity of the government, and after that, I declare the abdication of the throne, and the rule of the HRE Empire is over, and the debts in its name will be liquidated and repaid in the form of bankruptcy protection, with a limited amount of liquidation." The affairs of the South German Confederation, including Bafaria, Wiener and Cilica, will be decided by the people-elected Presidential Palace. Surrendering power was the last decision I could make, and the first right decision. It's not the end, it's the beginning. ”

"Long live" shouted from the mountain, the shouts were overwhelming, and the screams came and went. The referendum was recognized as valid by the emperor himself, and the feudal monarchy sank into history in the remnants, and a new republican era began.

Elena finally raised her right fist, her wide sleeve falling to her shoulder, revealing her white and moving arms, and she shouted with all her might: "Sadness makes people think, and tempering gives tenacity." Germany is a nation of suffering, and it must be strong! I forsake the old crown because I love the land, because the state is everything, everything is for the country!"

"The country is everything! everything is for the country!" The cheering crowd was like an army being reviewed, and even the shouts were uniform.

At this time, the Grand Priest of Victoria solemnly stepped forward, stood side by side with Elena, and held the hand of the last emperor with respect, and Qingyue's voice echoed under the sunset:

"In the name of the Grand Priest of the Brahma Holy See, I withdraw the title of Emperor of the HRE Empire. The South German states were granted the right to vote for self-government. The empire is gone, and its people will rise again!"

The Grand Priest raised Elena's four fingers, and two graceful stacks of graceful skirts fluttered in the cold wind. The glow of the setting sun blends in with the tentative night, and everyone is already looking forward to the dawn.