Left flank of the Gallic Army, garrison of the 11th Local Infantry Regiment, Hitachi Castle

Torrential rain fell from the sky, white raindrops hit the ancient city walls, and there were almost no pedestrians in the streets, as the core of the riot, but there was a rare sense of order here, there was no smashing phenomenon mentioned in any report, on the streets, patrols dressed in civilian sackcloth, with sharp spears in their hands, their feet stepped on the stagnant water on the ground, and their neat steps revealed a stern sù, and some citizens' curious eyes passed through the cracks in the windows, falling on the bodies of these civilian guards, revealing a trace of strangeness, these people were not citizens of Hitachi Castle, and most of the residents had never seen these people,

Some people speculate that it is the southerners of the Rusti region who came with the displaced people who were driven from the opposite side, everyone knows that it is now occupied by the Falcon Demon Army, and the Rusti people there are expelled to the north in large numbers, such people are said to be hundreds of thousands, crowded the streets and alleys of the city, people are starving to death every day, every morning you can see the carriage transporting the corpses full of corpses, men, women and children, the corpses are transported outside the city to be burned, it has been more than ten consecutive days, the fire of the corpses burned outside the city in the night makes people look at the heart. The army also maintains a policy of expulsion of displaced people, and groups of troops are mobilizing defense, and hundreds of thousands of displaced people come and go in various military defense areas.

The riot happened, for the residents of Hitachi Castle, it just felt that it was a particularly chaotic day, the city center did not know what reason broke out of the conflict, and then the whole city was in chaos, full of homeless people, no one would pay attention to whether these homeless people were all real homeless

Jackeld, the leader of the 4th Squadron of the 5th Banner Regiment of the Falcon Central Army, is walking on the road to the local army station,

The entire squadron of 1,400 men, mixed in with the displaced people, almost unhindered through the garrison's defense area,

The first thing you see when you enter the Gaul Civil Defense Zone is the granary on the west side of the city.

The tall circular grain silos were five or six meters tall each, and they stood one after the other. It's dense, and I can't count how many there are for a while,

These granaries are very conspicuous far above the private buildings in the city. The streets of the city were sparsely populated, and the Gallic soldiers, some of whom were local residents, were scattered in twos and threes. Looking back,

High above the walls, officers are shouting commands, and archers are disarming outside the camp. The team descended from the walkway of the city walls.

"It's annoying to be these guys again!"

A Gallic sentry glanced over here, and didn't care about it, there were too many homeless, who cares,

Jackelde, dressed in dirty sackcloth, walked at the front of the group, his head bowed, and several of his subordinates kept giving him glances. Signaling that now is a good time to start,

Jackelde paused, took a look, and felt that it was a good opportunity. But he held back,

As far as I could see, at the end of the team dressed as outcasts, nearly a third of the men and horses had not entered the defense zone.

He raised his head, his eyes twinkling, and swept over the camp of the Gauls. Taking the opportunity to observe, the archers outside the camp were about four or five, not the regular Gallic army, and the number of soldiers in the barracks was not large, most of them should have gone out. "The target looks completely defenseless!"

Jackelde subconsciously pursed his lips, his team set off yesterday, passed through the Gaul's sparsely populated defense line overnight, and blended into the ranks of the homeless people without difficulty, there are many squadrons like him, although he is not sure, but the news that Jackelde heard is that more than fifteen squadrons of the elite of the Central Army have received orders to change their clothes,

The order he received was to capture Hitachi Castle, and according to intelligence, the garrison of Hitachi Castle was the Gallic Eleventh Step, with a headquarters of less than 2,000 men, which, according to the combat strength of the Central Army, was sufficient in the event of a surprise attack,

At the barracks gates,

Jackeld glanced at the almost defenseless gate of the camp, coughed in a low voice, and whispered "Keep an eye out" The people behind immediately understood, and the ranks of the displaced people stagnated and pulled down, and the whole street was blocked, and even the Gallic archers who were about to return to the camp could not get through, and the neat queue became disorganized. "Bastards, do you want to die?" the Gallic officer who led the team scolded angrily

"It's time," Jackelde looked terrified, and glanced at his companions, and the Central Army, disguised as outcasts, silently clenched the weapons in the salute package, glancing at the Gallic soldiers, unaware of the impending catastrophe

"If you don't hear that, you will be arrested if you don't get out of the way!" the Gallic officer scolded with a proud expression

"Do it!" A loud whistle overwhelmed all the chaos on the street, and in an instant, the swords of the Central Army soldiers equipped by thousands of displaced people were unsheathed at the same time, "Kill!" A thunderous roar was heard, and in an instant, a storm of flesh and blood was lifted.

The soldiers of the Central Army roared angrily and pounced on the Gallic archers who were close at hand. The Gallic archers didn't even have time to draw their weapons, and their eyes widened in fear as they looked at the attacking enemy, their faces pale. Someone was exclaiming, "What's going on?" and before he could get an answer, a sharp blade had stabbed him through the chest.

"Beware, enemy attack!" The Gallic officer's mournful shout was not finished, and the knife in Jackeld's hand slashed through a bloody cold light, poof! The knife light cut through the throat of the Gallic officer, and the Gallic officer looked at Jackelde with a smirk on the corner of his mouth, holding the cut part with both hands, his body took a few steps backwards, and finally his knees weakened and he knelt on the ground

"Die!" Jackelde slashed off the Gaul's head, and the bright red blood was shot out.

"Kill, don't leave a single one!" Jacques Ander's hand flung the war knife to the ground, the red blood beads hit the ground like arrows, the whole situation was completely dominated by the suddenly attacked Central Army, the Gallic archers raised the wooden bow in their hands in vain to block, and the soldiers of the Central Army fiercely swung their war knives and cut people into two with bows. The two sides were too close, and together they were melee, and the Gallic archers, who were not good for close combat, were cut down one after another. Under the fierce slashing of the soldiers of the Central Army, the archers fell to the ground one by one with screams,

"Rush in!" Jackeld was the first to rush into the camp of the Eleventh Steps of Gaul, and one of the Gallic soldiers was rolled backwards with a knife and fell into the blood-red muddy street, trampled by him without mercy.

The "enemy attack" sentry trembled and began to draw his bow and arrows, but his hands trembled, and only one or two arrows were fired. A handful of Gallic soldiers armed with melee weapons tried to defend themselves, but they were quickly swallowed up by the sea of thousands of central armies, like a small wave under a storm that disappeared into the waves, and they did not even send out a bubble.

"You don't have to be so formal!"

Gleda, the head of the left wing of the Gallic army, walked to the middle seat with a cold face, waved his hand behind him, and the accompanying adjutant hurriedly sent the report of the riot area to each infantry regiment commander, and the infantry regiment commanders glanced at it with strange faces,

The faces of several of the infantry regiments involved in the defense zone became ugly, and they turned their reports in their hands with pale faces, looking absent-minded.

"Everyone has read the report, I won't talk nonsense, the order from the Legion Headquarters, the riot must be put down within three days!" Gleda snorted with a gloomy face, and closed the report in his hand,

"It's impossible to quell the rebellion in three days!"

The infantry commanders below lowered their heads and talked to each other, this rebellion was so sudden that almost before they could react, there was a prairie fire, and the riot caused the paralysis of local affairs. Some camps have also been impacted, and there have even been incidents of soldiers being attacked by thugs, putting everyone in the riot areas at risk.

The army has been put under total martial law. But there were so many people involved in the riots, first a few residents of the city, then an entire area, and the garrison was mobilized. But in the face of a mob of tens of thousands, the local army was also helpless.

"My lord, there are six cities involved in this riot. Nearly 180,000 people" The commander of the 15th Infantry Regiment Hebenli first stood up from his seat with a depressed face, and said in a hesitant tone, "And the cause of the riot is because the grain stores in the market have been closed, the citizens cannot buy food, and there have been starvation deaths on the streets. In particular, the high-ranking officers involved in this matter should be dealt with more severely!" "What a joke, the big war is in the end, and Your Excellency doesn't think about how to deal with the enemy, but you are trying to capture the officers who are loyal to the empire, aren't you afraid of causing the whole army to turmoil before the war?" A flat-headed middle-aged infantry regiment commander twitched the corners of his mouth with disdain,

It is said that Lucaster, with his connections with the wealthy families in Kyoto, transferred large quantities of grain from the rear provinces to sell them at high prices in the Rusti area, and brutally suppressed the grain smuggled in by other means, which eventually led to the formation of the riots. "It is because of a mercenary person like Your Excellency that there is today's rebellion!" Heppenley looked at Lucaster with blazing eyes, "What do you mean by this?" Lucaster's face changed slightly, and he noticed that everyone was looking at him with playful eyes, and he suddenly panicked, and nodded on the table with his hand, "We are soldiers, and the duty of a soldier is to obey orders and eliminate dangers for the Empire!" If the innocent charges are put on loyal officers, who will fight with their lives to maintain the security of the Empire!" The danger in your mouth is hundreds of thousands of ordinary civilians who are hungry and unbearable, and watch their relatives die every day!" Hepburnley's eyes were full of anger, staring at Lucaster opposite, gritting his teeth and saying, "As a soldier, I don't think about national disasters, but I take the opportunity to make a fortune in the country......" "Riots are riots, no matter what the reason, they have already touched the bottom line of the empire" Lucaster stood up and looked contemptuous, "Enough!"

Gleda interrupted the two to continue arguing, his eyes swept over the two subordinates who were angry and looked at each other, and said coldly, "Quell the riot within three days, this is the order of the Legion Headquarters! Whether it is to investigate the responsibility for the riot, or to punish whom, it will be after this big battle, but now, we must do our best to quell the riot, no matter what means" "No means spare!" Hepbenli's face turned slightly pale, and the infantry commanders sitting there also felt a chill in their hearts, this is the prelude to a big killing!

Gleda glanced at everyone, his voice stopped, he opened a document in front of him, and said in an accentuated tone, "I now announce the order of the Legion Headquarters, the Fourth, Seventh, and Eleventh Local Infantry Regiments to enter the riot area and arrest the rioters in accordance with the laws of the Empire. In case of resistance, they will be killed on the spot! The other ministries will resolutely enforce the blockade of the riot areas and not allow the riots to continue to spread to other areas! If there are any signs of riots, they will be immediately exterminated.

"Yes!" the infantry commanders replied neatly, and the sound of the vibrating conference room rumbled,

"Alright, adjourn the meeting!" Gleda finished reading the order with a blank face, and closed the text in his hand. Standing up and preparing to leave, all the infantry regiment commanders stood up one after another, and just walked out of the door of the conference room, this officer of the regiment headquarters hurriedly walked up the steps below, holding a report in his hand

"My lord, urgent report from the riot zone!" the officer whispered to Gleda with an ugly face

"Riot Zone?" Greda stopped walking towards her office, and was surprised for a moment, the officer's face was a little pale. Let a glimmer of foreboding flash in his heart, it can't be the expansion of the area of the riot!

"Just got a report that there was an attack on the 11th Local Infantry Regiment in the rioting Hitachi Castle!" the officer took a deep breath. After glancing left and right, he cautiously said, "Because of its defenselessness, the Eleventh Battalion was rushed by the mob and broke the camp." It is said that a large amount of food has been found beyond imagination!"

"A large amount of food beyond imagination?The eleventh step corps station?Wouldn't it be Lucaster, a fool, who put all the grain collected from Kyoto in the barracks!" Glada seemed to think of something, and his calm face also changed, and His Majesty the Emperor asked the wealthy families to donate food for the front-line army. The wealthy families took the opportunity to transport a large amount of grain to the front line and sell it at a high price, and it is an open secret that the Rasti area is smuggling grain on a large scale, because the background involves many wealthy families in Kyoto, even the commander of the Gallic Sixth Army Corps commanded by the whole line, Hasenrimbaud, is also turning a blind eye, "The subordinates also think so!" The officer said with an ugly face, "At present, the Eleventh Rank Corps is launching a counterattack, but it was beaten back by the mob that occupied the arsenal, and it is still in a stalemate! Those stupid bastards, what kind of army is this idiot Lucaster bringing!" Greda heard that the dignified infantry regiment was actually crushed by a group of mobs, how could it fall on his head, thinking of the impact behind this incident, Greda also began to worry, this pool of water is too muddy, all this grain is transported from Kyoto, that is the whole of Kyoto, such a huge consortium, once the anger of the loss of food is vented on his head, his development in the military world will be over. "This news must be blocked, bring me Lucaster!" Gretel took a deep breath to calm himself down, if it was just a mob, this matter was not completely irreparable, and after a while, the office door was pushed open from the outside, "Adult, are you looking for a small one?" Lucaster walked in with a flattering face, "Take a look for yourself!" Glada angrily sat down in the leather chair behind the desk, threw the report in his hand, and mercilessly slapped Lucaster in the annoying face. And Lucaster is different, the 11th Local Infantry Regiment is from the Kyoto area, and can become a local garrison officer in such a sensitive area, Lucaster relies on the background of Kyoto, as a rare local army stationed in the prosperous Kyoto area, and does not need to be too high a threshold to be able to enter the mixed qualifications, the soldiers and officers of the 11th Infantry Corps, most of them are local nobles near Kyoto, children of declining nobles, "This is?"

Lucaster picked up the report with a confused expression, glanced at it, and was suddenly stupid, impossible, absolutely impossible! There are 2,000 soldiers left behind in his station, how can he be overwhelmed by a group of mobs, and the most damning thing is that these mobs actually found the food they hid in the barracks! It's over, it's dead, thinking of the owner behind the grain, the "snap" report fell from Lucaster's hand to the ground, and Lucaster's face was like ashes, "I'll give you another 3,000 reinforcements from the headquarters, and handle the matter cleanly!" I don't want to hear reports like this again" Gleda took a deep breath and waved her hand at him, "What do you mean, my lord?" Lucaster asked with a dazed look before he could react,

Gretel looked at Lucaster, who was completely sluggish, thinking that this idiot who had no responsibility at all, was roasting himself on the anger of the wealthy family in Kyoto, and suddenly his low voice was angry, and he squeezed out of his teeth angrily, "I'm not interested in whose food it is, but I don't want to be dragged to death together, you know?" "Yes, my subordinates will go back and deal with it!" Lucaster came back to his senses, shrank his head in fright, and ran out of the office with a crawl." What an annoying guy, I hope it's just an accident!" Gleda rubbed her swollen temples with both hands, leaned back on the leather chair tiredly, felt the tolerance of the leather sofa, and slowly closed her eyes,

Outside the window, a silver electric light flashed in the gloomy sky, a precursor to the rainstorm, and white lines began to slide down from the sky (to be continued......