When the first rumors of "open the door and surrender" reached the ears of Braischroed, he instructed Vickers to execute the wavering soldier on the spot. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"His Majesty the Emperor has been kidnapped, and we are the only ones who can defend the Imperial Palace!" Breschlauder's rickety figure crumbled on the tower, he waved his fist in the wind, and his voice was hoarse: "Hold on! Hold on until the day when foreign aid arrives! When the overwhelming sound of artillery shakes the suburbs, when the righteous army drives into the imperial capital where black and white are reversed, on that day, the emperor will be released, and you are all fathers, enjoying the honor and grace of the world!"

Breschroeder, together with his superior officers, shot and killed while encouraging, coercion and temptation, and stabilized the wavering morale of the army.

Afterwards, Vickers found the hoarse Braischroeder and muttered anxiously, "We won't last more than a few days." These are mercenaries who work for money, and when they die, they don't care what position and belief they have, and the most important thing is to save their lives. ”

Braeschroeder was convinced that Isaac would come to his rescue with the elite army of Paris, and that he was on the way to the brisk march at the moment, and that he might reach the outskirts of Bafaria at every moment, and that he would be able to deter Frederick from his hometown.

"Falsely claiming that the emperor was kidnapped, using this as an excuse, can support a few more days. "Braeschroeder knew that the morale of the troops was about to be flattened. When the army's psychological defense line is broken, it is almost equivalent to being completely annihilated, no matter how many people are left. Breschroeder knew very well that even if the palace firepower was suppressed so that the dragoons could not raise their heads, they would not be far from the broken city.

"Lie that the emperor has been kidnapped! Good idea, this excuse is absolutely good. "Vickers sees hope.

The next day, news of the emperor's honorable abdication in St. Stephen's Basilica spread throughout the capital.

Frederick's introduction of movable type printing presses was used for the first time in warfare. They stopped printing phonetic transcription textbooks and began to mass-produce small leaflets in the printing press, "The Emperor declares the end of the imperial system, the dawn of the republic saves Germany".

When the overwhelming number of leaflets of persuasion was thrown into the palace, the city's defenses boiled. The news of the "empress abdication" is like a wildfire, spread by word of mouth, and everyone knows it. The defenders, who had been thirsty and almost dehydrated, suddenly became as agile as rabbits, scrambling for leaflets in an attempt to confirm the truth.

Braischroeder and Vickers were dumbfounded. Vickers fired a gun into the air, roaring at the ban on picking up leaflets.

No one paid any attention to him.

Soon, the defenders elected a squad leader as a representative to ask Breschroeder if you were lying to us by riding a horse.

Breschroeder laughed, then calmly explained: "This is a trap for the enemy to break the morale of the army. Major Vickers fired a gun forbidding the pick-up of leaflets, just to prevent you from being fooled. You see, as soon as you read the leaflets, you are infighting, and the defense line is self-defeating, isn't this helping the enemy to achieve his goal?"

Vickers listened to the side with a sincere heart, secretly thinking that the old fox was really in danger, there was a furrow in his chest, and his mouth was fixed, and it must be right to follow him.

Then the cannon fire suddenly stopped, and after a series of noisy electrical sounds, two sweet coughs came from the "buzzing" loudspeaker, and then the empress's melodious and powerful voice covered the sky: "I am Elena Theresia, I love peace, and forbid anyone to start a civil war in my name." I command all the soldiers to lay down their arms and go out of the city and surrender, and you will be forgiven. ”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and a scream suddenly sounded in the palace: "Your Majesty!"

"His Majesty the Emperor has appeared!"

Vickers turned to look at the silent Braeschroeder. The two of them had convulsive expressions.

I saw that the artillery position in Heroes' Square automatically separated on both sides, giving way to a golden luan with four horses in parallel. It reflected a dazzling light in the scorching sun, and the defenders from afar on the tower could recognize it as the emperor's car.

Then, resting and refreshed, Elena bowed her head from the pearl curtain. She stood tall on top of Luanjia, her snow-white carved skirt dragging behind her feet, like a beautiful trumpet flower. That arrogance, that peerless appearance, even if it is blurred into the shape of a chess piece in the field of vision, is indisputably proof of her noble status - the former Emperor of the HRE, the only king of the Habsburg clan.

Vickers was dumbfounded, he realized that something was wrong and began to quietly retreat, taking advantage of the screaming and confusion, to quietly flee the command post.

Braischroeder could not believe this fact. He threw himself on the battlements in a rage, leaned out and looked into the distance, and carefully saw the figure of Empress Elena—and at that moment, a sense of anger at the betrayal of the slaves arose.

With his ingenuity, he completely kidnapped the imperial finance and toyed with the beautiful young girl emperor in applause. She had been obedient to him like a bewildered child, and she had been so dependent on him that she could not survive even a day without his handouts—she had been such a well-behaved slave in the eyes of Braischroed. Dignity and inferiority are as fast as the roulette wheel of a gamble, and this transcendent privilege is earned by the old banker.

However, in the blink of an eye, feng shui takes turns, and dignity and humility are reversed.

Power is like a siege, those inside want to get out, and those outside want to come in.

Elena, once besieged, has broken through. Braeschroeder finally became the core of power, but it was his turn to defend the desperate lonely city.

"Repeat...... It is forbidden to start a civil war...... All lay down their arms and go out of the city to surrender......" The empress's edict of surrender buzzed against Breschroed's eardrums. He won the whole game, but lost his life, and while he was dying, it was this cunning girl who came to make up for it.

It occurred to him that perhaps he had wishful thinking of the Empress as a helpless girl, who was not in fact so innocent and ignorant. Perhaps this incident was a trap of this woman from beginning to end - a trap of defrauding all 200 million marks of a loan, and then turning her face and denying people.

"This hand is really beautiful, Lao Tzu went bankrupt and bet, but Elena easily borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and went to hide his merit and fame, and the benefits were given to Frederick, so that I could carry a reputation through the ages. When he thought about it, his heart was as cold as iron, and then he was unwilling to be furious, and his heart was so indignant that it was like molten iron flowing.

No matter how cunning and powerful the bankers, warlords, lords, and emperors were, they all had a superficial weakness, a superficial to fatal weakness: they were all men.

The old banker realizes that he has lost to Little Whiteface. He lost to the most shallow crux of history: underestimating women.

In the distance, an indifferent Elena was repeating the sacred line: "No civil war...... For the sake of peace...... I will forgive you and punish only the first offender......"

The old banker was so angry that his hair flew wildly, gritted his teeth and fought wildly, staring at the fluttering white dress in the distance with round eyes, and suddenly leaned out of the battlements, half of his body hung in the high wind, and shouted hoarsely: "Elena, you stinky......"

Suddenly, a standard bayonet pierced through his vest, straight into his left lung, and through his left ribs, picking through his elaborate robe, and the tip of the knife protruding from the old man's left chest like a shiny steel shoot. The old fox looked down, the tip of the knife was covered with a faint red, clean and beautiful, but the lungs were cold and blocked, and there was a pain in breathing.

He knew the bayonet, the M1730 bayonet smuggled from Sirisha, and he personally distributed the lethal weapons to the National Guard, and he was the first to feed the knife.

With a "poof", the bayonet retracted into his chest, and the blood spurted out, pouring into the wind, scattering into beads of blood, like countless cherries flying down the city wall, and the pain made the old banker squint his eyes and stare at those beads of blood.

Before he could speak, the second knife entered his back coldly, inserted into the muscles roughly, stabbed straight into the hot liver, and then hastily pulled out, "poof" and "poof" stabbed more than a dozen times in a row, I don't know where such a big hatred came from.

The old man's squinting eyes began to widen, and he opened his mouth wide, the corners of his mouth dripping with blood foam from broken internal organs, and his pale messy hair rippling in the wind. He didn't have time to look back to see who the murderer was, and his arms were still waving in vain, when he was forcibly picked up by his legs and thrown off the tower.