Due to the desperate resistance of the elite troops of the cathars, the large-scale fighting continued until eight o'clock in the evening, and then the sporadic exchange of fire continued until dawn.

The two marshals and six high-ranking priests of the cathar army, as well as many high-ranking generals, barely survived.

They earned the respect of their opponents, were saluted and buried, and none of the Voodoo soldiers escaped the impregnable encirclement, either killed or wounded and taken prisoner.

To everyone's surprise, for the whole day afterward, the Imperial army did not take advantage of the situation to continue the siege of the city,

Exhausted Imperial soldiers slept on the scorched earth of the battlefield with the smoke of gunpowder, logistics staff and hired local migrant workers began to clean up the battlefield with shovels, and medical personnel carried stretchers and shuttled non-stop.

"Someone has to remind her that she's wasting her time!" The representatives of Solan's friendly forces looked very confused, and they were anxious to regain this important city, and someone entered the headquarters tent and asked:

"Your Majesty, the city of St. Faralus is already in the bag, why don't you take the opportunity to take it in one go?"

Unlike the Solan people's desire to save the country, Emperor Valsta seemed quite calm and not in a hurry at all.

She crossed a pair of long legs, the tips of her boots swayed back and forth, sat at the portable desk with a cup of hot tea, and said unhurriedly:

"After a long march and high-intensity fighting, my army needs to rest and give some time to the people in the city."

"To the enemy...... Set aside time? ”

"You're not right, it's still to be decided whether you're friend or foe." Dali Einfurt, the Imperial Prime Minister next to him, corrected: "Our enemy has fallen on the battlefield.

Now that no one on the city walls is shooting at us, and no one is willing to open the gates to greet us, it means that they have not reached a consensus, and that the people in power in the city are now vacillating with each other. ”

The visitors looked at each other: "Huh...... How did you find out about this, my lord? ”

"I guessed." After that, Dali smiled and took out a small piece of paper: "Just kidding, how dare I speculate that we have spies in the city, and carrier pigeons deliver news." ”

"Please come and have a look." The Emperor led the people out of the tent and looked at the walls of St. Phararus.

Smoke was found in the city, and some noisy noises could be heard coming from inside, mixed with screams and gunfire.

Imperial Prime Minister Dali Ainfurt continued: "At this moment, there is a battle going on in the city,

The remaining members of the Voodoo cult in the city were deprived of armed protection, and the isolated voodoo priests were beaten by nobles and angry citizens.

In yesterday's battle, the Imperial army was crushed, and the Voodoo defenders were completely wiped out.

Now, everyone in the city who is still sober should know,

The reign of the regent Diamond Xespar is at stake, and it is time to abandon him and embrace a true king. ”

The representatives of the Solan Kingdom realized the profound meaning of these words, and the Imperial Prime Minister was hinting that Prince Solan would be crowned in the city, and the representatives were very excited.

Once the prince was crowned king, the loyal righteous men of Solan, who had been in exile for a long time, had a rightful identity, and it could be regarded as the most important first step in the recovery of the country, and they all cheered and hugged each other.

The next morning,

The Imperial army marched solemnly and slowly towards the city walls, without firing a single shot.

The defenders within the walls seemed to be missing, without a trace, and occasionally a few militiamen peeked in, and then they were frightened by the formation of the Imperial army and shrank their necks.

Sarantos Midknight rode a brown steed with shiny fur and stood proudly by the dry moat, the red cloak behind him blown to the sound of hunting.

She didn't need to say much, she just stood there quietly, and it was worth a thousand words of threat.

After staying like this for a quarter of an hour, the generalissimo of the court, Count Neule, could not bear it any longer, and began to pace around the emperor, complaining and cursing again and again:

"Fuck! These bastards are so determined that they can't come out of their shells! Your Majesty, I beg you to give the order to attack! I'll make this city disappear from the map! ”

"Shut up, Neule!" The Emperor rebuked:

"Can't you be quiet for a while, buzzing endlessly like a fly, no matter how old you are and still talking about children, my little Ai is more mature and reliable than you!"

As soon as he finished saying this, the emperor noticed that his daughter was aiming her gun at the militia on the city wall, and hurriedly rebuked:

"Xiao Ai! You bad boy! As soon as I finished praising you, you were in a hurry to slap me in the face! ”

Edgar was a little aggrieved, pouting and retorting:

"The militiaman was peeking at us, and I was just scaring him."

"Xiao Ai! Hurry up and close your pistol safety before you get caught in the fire! The nearby Voodoo forces have been eradicated, the people of the city will surrender, all we have to do is be patient. ”

"Oh...... Okay......" Edgar unhappily closed the safety and sheathed his gun.

After waiting for another ten minutes, the Count of Neulay could not bear it any longer:

"Your Majesty, don't dislike me for talking too much, it's unrealistic to wait for them to surrender and sacrifice the city, this city must be defeated! We need to kill a few more diehards to gain power, and if we continue to consume like this, our supplies will ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a shrill sound of metal grinding from not far in front of him.

Someone could be heard pulling the huge chains, the drawbridge was slowly lowered, smashed to the ground, and kicked up a cloud of dust, the multiple iron gates of the city wall were opened one after another, and the voodoo flag on the head of the city was broken and thrown down.

The militia on the city walls shouted in the lingua franca with a Solan accent: "Friends Valstad, please don't shoot, our negotiators are about to leave the city." ”

A small group of militiamen came out with their hands raised, their shirts open to show that they were not carrying any weapons.

Behind was a large group of shirtless slaves carrying a huge palanquin,

"Smack!"

A servant in a striped cloth shirt wielded a whip and whipped one of the old and frail slaves:

"Let's go! You slacker! Otherwise, I'll let you taste the taste of open skin and flesh today! ”

Andy Whitefield, the leader of the Slave Rebellion, glared angrily, his right hand silently clenched into a fist, and his left hand rested on the hilt of his saber.

The emperor noticed his anger and persuaded:

"Calm down, Mr. Andy, listen to what the guy in the sedan chair has to say, and then it's not too late to settle the score."

Andy Whitefield looked directly at the Emperor with great presumptuousness, and said in a tone full of provocation:

"I wonder if your oath counts."

Several Imperial Forbidden Army soldiers approached, their swords unsheathed, ready to take out the madman who had spoken disrespectfully to his own monarch.

The Emperor himself was not angry, and calmly replied:

"I promise that slavery will not be allowed in every inch of the territory recovered, and I will remember and fulfill this oath, you can rest assured."

"I'm sorry, but I trespassed, Your Majesty."

"Andy, remember, this is the last time you will be allowed to question my authority, and if there is a next time, you should know what it will cost."

The silver-gray one-eyed stared at him, and even though it was nearly noon and the warmth of the sun was shining all over the land, Andy Whitefield felt cold to the bone, and the chill was deep to the heart.

He thinks he is brave and fearless, but the strong and domineering Empress in front of him can make him realize what fear is.

Sarantos Midknight was a hundred times more dangerous than any of his opponents in the arena, and he no longer dared to question the authority of the Emperor.

Legend of the Heroes of Valstad