The battle lasted until dawn,

The terrorist attacks scattered throughout the city were almost completely extinguished, and only a few relatively powerful forces were left entrenched in the easily defended and difficult terrain, still resisting stubbornly.

The timid King Ingram I had long been frightened and hid in a heavily guarded mansion and did not dare to come out, while Duke Leclerc, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, and the Empress of the Empire were in charge of the whole situation in the office of the City Hall.

Count Neule, still dressed in blood-stained clothes, pointed a bamboo pole to a map of St. Faralus on the wall to explain the current situation to the emperor.

"The ordinary voodoo cultists have basically surrendered, and the rest are the most stubborn and crazy martyrs, mainly distributed in three locations-

The warehouse of the Charlie Cotton Mill on the west wall was inhabited by about a hundred people, all armed with rifles and grenades.

There is also Wild Bird Park, the Church Church Monastery on Kitty Eagle Hill, where the largest number of martyrs is located, about three hundred.

There was also a mob entrenched in the fire station in the 14th block south of Downtown, which was small but the most troublesome because they took hundreds of hostages.

All three locations are extremely fortified buildings, and heavy artillery is required to blast through the walls, and the trouble is that this is in the city, and in order to prevent accidental damage, it can only be attacked by manpower, and the assault represents casualties. ”

After the introduction, Neulai stepped aside and sat down, exhausted from the night's fighting, next to him, the Imperial Prime Minister Dali Einfurt with a bandage on his shoulder, who had been hit by a bullet last night, but refused to rest, staring at the map and thinking.

The Duke of Leclerc walked around the table with his hands behind his back, muttering incessantly:

"I thought the enemy would attack on the day of the coronation, but I didn't expect them to be so patient that they put up with us until we let our guard down before we started to act, and these bastards targeted civilians from the beginning, and there are currently about a thousand casualties, this is a brutal massacre!"

Compared with the duke's indignation, the one-eyed, one-armed monarch Sarantos Midknight was much calmer,

She lifted the corner of the curtain and watched the squads of cavalry running downstairs like the emblem of the Midknights, like a fierce night owl ready to hunt its prey.

The door opened, and in came an officer of the gendarmerie of the kingdom, who bowed slightly to the emperor, saluted the Duke of Leclerc, and said:

"Lord Duke, we have taken the monastery, all the recalcitrant have been cleared, the number of losses is still being counted, and the medical personnel are rescuing the wounded."

"What about the clergy in the monastery?" The Duke asked.

"Ten monks were beheaded, the nearby nuns' monastic order was also destroyed, and all five nuns were cut off with sacrificial knives and their bodies were hung in front of the statue."

"Unforgivable sins, may the gods have mercy on these innocent souls." The Duke took off his hat, closed his eyes and mourned in silence for three seconds, and then said, "It's hard work, you go down." ”

Five minutes later came the good news again, this time by Prince Leopold, who, as soon as he entered the door, announced:

"The Guards have captured the Charlie Mill, and we have not survived, all one hundred and thirty martyrs have been killed, and we have suffered ten casualties, and the good news is that the five storehouse guards are safe and sound.

I came to take credit for one man, the valiant grenadier lieutenant, Ms. Grantis, who saved the hostages by extinguishing the fuse before the grenade detonated, was herself killed by a bullet in the abdomen on the way to the operating room. ”

The emperor nodded slightly: "Clerk, write it down, and posthumously award this hero the Order of the Purple Star, plus double the pension." ”

The Duke of Leclerc bowed to the Emperor: "Thank you to the warriors of your country, who have sacrificed their lives to save our people, and we will remember the names of these heroes." ”

"Punishing evil and promoting good is the unwavering belief of the Valstad soldiers, you don't have to be polite, this is fighting for the common good of our mankind," said the emperor, as if suddenly remembering something, asked;

"Leopold, where are my precious daughter and son-in-law?"

Prince Leopold Schumacher looked a little nervous and cramped, pursed his lips and said:

"I wanted them to rest after the battle, but suddenly the news came,

It was said that the cultists at the fire station began to massacre hostages, and some of the kidnapped orphans were beheaded and their bodies were thrown out, and when Her Royal Highness the princess heard this, her face suddenly changed, and she got on her horse and hurried away, and your son-in-law also led people to follow. ”

"This is a violation of military discipline and acting without an order! These impulsive little hairy children! Always teach me to worry! ”

The Emperor looked anxiously out the window as he muttered, and after a few seconds he went back to his words: "No...... Wrong...... I don't blame the children, it's I want them not to stick to orders, to respond at any time, to do everything themselves, and to set an example for the soldiers......" He covered his forehead as he spoke, obviously suffering from a headache and illness, and looked quite painful.

Dali Einfoot glanced at Prince Leopold, who immediately understood.

"Your Majesty, your royal attendant has prepared painkillers and has been busy for a day and a night, you go and rest, and we will finish the rest."

Meanwhile, Prince William Einfurt and his wife were leading the way on Seventh Street in St. Farals, a few minutes away from the 14th Street Fire Station.

On the way, a group of martyrs who had escaped sanctions broke into the office building of the magazine "Satire and Humor" and hijacked the staff inside, and the gendarmerie troops of the Kingdom of Solan were besieging it.

William and Edgar immediately led the Guards to the rescue, but when they stormed the office, the last martyr detonated the grenade on his body.

The entire roof was lifted, and the hijacked editors, artists, and other staff members were all killed.

The nails on the wall still hang the bodies of two little newspaper boys, these two unfortunate children who had come to pick up magazines and sell them, they hid in the building and survived the terrible night, and at dawn they thought they had survived, but they did not want to fly into trouble, and they all lost their lives.

The princess in costume was furious, and she kicked at the bombed-up cabinet, "Damn! Let's just be five minutes early! ”

William Einfurt picked up a charred copy of Irony and Humor magazine and flipped through a few pages:

"I know why the martyrs patronize this magazine, which has a caricature of the dark priest Diamond Xhespar depicting the old guy as a vampire."

"Let's go, let's go to the fire station quickly, and don't let the tragedy happen again." Edgar looked at the corpse of the newsboy hanging on the wall, tears welling up in her lilac eyes, and she was still blaming herself for being late.

"Don't feel too guilty, honey, we've done our best."

"Dog thing! If you don't die, you have to pull someone else's back! Edgar spat at the shattered corpses of the martyrs:

"It's not a hard-hitting, honorable battle at all, it's a bottomless slaughter, and I really can't think of any reason to pity them."

A monk who believed in the Esoteric Buddha came up and recited the Sutra of Transcendence for all the deceased, holding a string of wooden prayer beads in his hand:

"Warriors of Valstad, you should influence them with mercy, and if you can take prisoners, don't kill them indiscriminately, at the beginning of man, you are good, Mima, Mipa, ......Mi,

William glared at the monk angrily, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Sir, you are really bodhicitta heart, I have read the book and know your Tantric Buddha beliefs, and there is a division of labor in this matter.

Your Bodhi God is responsible for transcending the souls of these thugs in the heavens, and we who are soldiers are responsible for sending them to the western heavens! ”