193. Death or Life (1)

The gorgeous city turned into a living purgatory in an instant, and the speed of switching was flawless. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the shroud of the fiery hell, the powerful Sibaits quickly moved from attacking to receiving the enemy.

The flames are killing hard.

From time to time, huge pillars of fire erupted from the ground, and they came out of nowhere and burned the unfortunate ones to charcoal, and the flames exploded with the effect of shattering the heavens and the earth, and countless houses collapsed in a violent explosion, and the explosions produced a storm that blew bricks or timber away, buried them, or directly tore apart the fragile bodies of the soldiers.

Bol's tall and beautiful houses have now become the most vicious traps, slaughtering living beings with an efficiency far beyond that of paladins.

Until this point, about a tenth of the soldiers who actually died because of the trap accounted for about a tenth of the number, and many more soldiers were not too fatally injured, but they were completely confused.

Soldiers who have lost their fighting spirit are not as good as a rabble, they have abandoned their duties as soldiers, abandoned the weapons in their hands, and fled in all directions crying out like headless flies under natural and man-made disasters.

Duke Gaslonia, the middle-aged man who had always been calm and full of majesty, collapsed almost instantly.

He was stunned, even a little demented, looking at all this in front of him, the contrast was too violent, one moment, the morale of the soldiers of Xibai was still high, convinced that they would win this war, and the next moment, hell appeared in front of him alive, this huge blow almost made him unable to get up again.

Under Reinhardt's support, the Duke was not caught up in the disaster.

When the pride that has always been in control of everything and belonging to the nobility is broken, what is revealed inside is nothing more than a helpless mortal.

"Impossible!" he muttered, "Destroy your own city with your own hands? I have never even heard of such a thing, how can it be reasonable, as a nobleman, how can such a thing be done?!"

"It can't be Philippe Capet! The magnates of the South can't tolerate such a mess with the royal family, it's a huge conspiracy, it's a hoax! We're all fooled!!Who is it? Who is it that Raymond de Toulouse? Could it be that the old guy is behind the scenes, and has made Almac's realm a victim?"

Reinhardt stood beside the duke, ignoring the arrogance's madness and decadence, and calmly looked in a certain direction, as if observing some detail, and beside him, Bass, with his left hand, stood quietly, like a black iron tower, suppressing the panicked soldiers around him, calming them down.

"Lord Duke, let's go. Then, Reinhardt, who had finished observing, said calmly.

"Retreat?" the Duke said, turning his head, sad and desperate, "Reinhardt, it's useless, since such a trap has been arranged, then our back route must have been cut off, and the fleet mentioned in the intelligence is not to cut off supplies, but to cut off our back route......! You can't escape. ”

"No, it's not a retreat, we're going to attack. ”

"What......" Duke Gaslonia was stunned, his messy brain completely unable to understand the thoughts of the young man in front of him.

Reinhardt looked at the nobleman in front of him who had lost all his pride and self-confidence, and his face was full of decadence, and said earnestly: "If we give up here, we will really lose, but there is still a chance, Lord Duke, we can still turn defeat into victory." ”

"Turning defeat into victory...... gray-haired nobleman closed his eyes in pain: "I told you that for nobles, the process of battle is just an accessory, and the final outcome is already doomed before the war begins. The enemy will not give us a chance to reorganize the soldiers, they have already calculated everything, we lost. ”

"I'm not an aristocrat. Reinhardt said firmly: "I don't understand the rules of the nobility, and I don't intend to follow them. ”

"Maybe it's too small for the nobles, but I'm a warrior, and for me, the process of fighting is all I'm about!"

"Even if there is only a glimmer of life, even if there is a cliff ahead, I will rely on these hands to win! I will not give up, I will never give up! If I give up here, the opportunity that I could have seized will fly away in vain. ”

Duke Gaslonia looked at the young man in front of him.

This is a very good young man, although he knew this in the first place, but the Duke of Gaslonia finally realized at this moment that he still underestimated him.

Even in this desperate battlefield, his body still radiated a hopeful light, and the silver glow seemed to give people hope and courage, and the Duke's decadent heart began to beat again.

Duke Gaslonia once thought that the so-called hero was nothing more than a fictional idol created by various means by those of them who were in power, as fragile and ridiculous as a soap bubble that could burst at the touch of a button, however, at this moment, he realized that he was wrong.

There is no need to make it, there is no need to make it, in this world, there are some people who are born to be real heroes, he may not have noble blood, he may not have as powerful as the myth, but he has a quality, that is, a temperament that is enough to cut off all the rules in the world, so that others willingly follow him and identify with him.

Now in front of him, there is such a hero.

"We still have a chance, Lord Duke!!Now is not the time to despair!!" The voice in my ears was full of hope, never compromise, never give up.

The eyes were closed, and the painful and decadent eyes were reopened.

The despair of defeat was gone, and those eyes were clear and calm again.

"Is it actually me who is arrogant and arrogant?"

"Hmph, all along, the struggle with conservatives has made me gradually decay......

"Before I was a nobleman, I was also a knight, a soldier of Xibai!"

Like a fresh sprout on a dead tree, Duke Gaslonia's tired and depressed look vanished, his voice reasserting firmly, and a new power bloomed from the depths of his heart, guided by the silver-white light.

"You're right, Reinhardt, it's not time to throw in the towel. ”

Duke Gaslonia looked at Reinhardt and said solemnly, "So, tell me your plan......"

Temporary command post on the Almac front.

Outside the window, the fire was still burning in the distance, and the sound of explosions came and went, each explosion represented a heavy blow to the people of Xibai, and the noisy noise sounded so pleasant at this moment that it was intoxicating.

However, there is one person who cannot accept all this in front of him with the mood of a victor.

Philippe Capet, a young prince in the Kingdom of France who has no hope of inheriting the title of king.

He watched in silence at Duke Almac, who was dancing and falling into a state of excitement and laughing.

As the commander in chief of this war, he turned out to be the last person to know all the battle plans, which had to make Philip angry.

Is it all collusion? It's just me...... Am I the only one left out?

He looked at the woman he liked again.

She looked at her brother, and although there was no smile on her face, the long time she had been together made it easy for Philip to see how happy she was at the moment.

It was this pleasure, the mood that Philip had racked so hard to hope for, that was now so heavy that Philip could breathe.

Nagi...... Are you with them? Even you...... Are you cheating on me too?

My heart hurts, that kind of emptiness, as if a hole has been dug out in my heart, almost driving this prince crazy.

Why don't you tell me that I just want to protect this country, is it wrong? Why exclude me, and the fight that has always stood side by side will not make you trust me? Why? Is it just because I am the prince of this country?

Nagi, why...... Want to betray me?

Philip's heart was filled with unprecedented pain, a love that could not be desecrated, and when he realized that everything was in vain, and everything was just wishful thinking, this love gradually became distorted......

And by laughing, he took all this into his eyes.

"What would you do? Philip, let me see your options......" (To be continued.) )