"It's to survive!!" Garcia suddenly screamed at the old prime minister: "It's to survive!!" At such a close distance, Garcia's spit even sprayed on the old prime minister's face.

After being stunned for a moment, the old prime minister immediately shouted: "No! Your Majesty! Now we must not escape!"

"Can't you escape? Do you sit here and wait? When the rebels come here, break through the palace gates, kill this hall, and then cut off my head like a cow and a sheep?!" Garcia screamed, and his body trembled away like a leaf in the cold wind. The old prime minister understood that this young emperor was really about to collapse, and he was terrified!

The old man also stood up, he stopped in front of the emperor, and said quickly: "Your Majesty! You can't go! You are the king of the empire! If you leave here now, the empire will have no emperor, and there will be no hope!!" "Hope?!Do we still have hope!Haven't you heard the movement outside! Those rebels have already entered the city!!" "Your Majesty one by one, one by one"

"They're outside! I'm sitting here, I can hear their voices! they're cheering, they're coming here, they're going to kill me, they're going to cut off my head! they're going to hang my body on the city gate!" "Your Majesty, I'm going to smell them, I'm going to smell them!!, you know, I can smell it! I can smell it!!" Young Emperor, Pingyin already smells of madness.

The old prime minister took a deep breath, stared at Garcia, and suddenly gritted his teeth, raised his hand and threw it over.

Syllable!!!

There was a crisp sound, and the sound was withdrawn in the huge hall, and even with a clear echo.

Garcia seemed stunned, he subconsciously raised his hand to beat his cheek, and looked at the old courtier in front of him in surprise, as if it had been a long time before he spoke: "You...... You...... You actually hit me?"

"Your Majesty!" the old prime minister shouted in a deep voice, "I have offended your guilt, and you can punish me in the future."

But now, I will never let you leave the palace even a single step! I know you are scared now, and I can tell you that all of us are scared! But please don't forget who you are! You are the emperor of the Byzantine Empire, the king of the empire! The glory of the Krenma family is pinned on you! If you set foot and leave here today, then the glory of the Krenma family for a thousand years will be wiped out! What you have lost is not the glory of you alone, but the glory of your surname 'Krenma! All your ancestors, your emperors, and their wilties, will be disgraced by this! The Klenma royal family, even if it is the most difficult time in history1, has never had an emperor ever done such a thing, never, no, an emperor, has ever fled from Osgilia! If you do this today, then not only the empire will perish, but also the glory of the entire imperial family for thousands of years will be shattered in your hands!!"

The old prime minister grabbed the emperor's sleeve and pointed in the direction of the gate: "Right now, there are still loyal soldiers of the empire fighting for you! They haven't given up yet! In the imperial capital, there are still countless loyal people who are shedding their last drop of blood for this empire! If you leave, are you worthy of this empire! Are you worthy of your ancestors, and worthy of those who died for your loyalty!"

The young emperor was stunned.

Garcia wasn't really the kind of coward, but the blow of this defeat shattered his confidence. He has also made enough efforts for this empire, when he was in the Rhodria cavalry army, he also experienced the front line of the war and revolution, and shared the weal and woe with the soldiers, he is not a timid person at heart, but after all this, in the face of the final defeat, his confidence collapsed, and he was no longer able to make a correct judgment.

An old man and a young man were looking at each other, when suddenly the door of the main hall was knocked open again, and with the sound of the clash of lead armor, a tall and majestic figure strode in.

General Span turned pale, slowly walked over with a sharp sword in his hand, and fell to his knees less than ten paces away from the two of them, and the long sword was stuck on the ground in front of him. General Spann hung his head deeply: "Your Majesty!"

Emperor Garcia suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Span, I'll let you gather the horses, "Gather the cavalry and escort me to the port, are your men ready?"

Spann didn't speak, his eyes swept over the old prime minister standing aside, and finally landed on the blade of the sword in front of him. On the blade of the sword, it was clearly visible that it was full of blood. "Your Majesty. General Span's voice was astringent: "All the horses in the palace, I have all gathered together, along with all the cavalry I brought, have been assembled......

Garcia's eyes were obviously a little shaken, and his voice trembled again: "Okay, okay, you immediately follow my orders and let them line up outside...... Escort me to the dock, we "get on the boat one by one r and go to sea one by one one

In the end, the young emperor didn't even dare to raise his head to meet the eyes of the old prime minister.

Just when Salumbonelli's eyes were filled with despair......

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I can't carry out this order of yours.

General Spann suddenly raised his head and met the emperor's eyes: "I can't do it."

Garcia's eyes were mule mushroom daggers: "You, what did you say?"

"The five hundred horsemen I have brought with me, and the horses that have all gathered together in the palace, all together make a total of six hundred and seventy-one horses...... Now they've all been killed!" Span's voice, at this moment, actually became surprisingly calm, he looked at Emperor Garcia level: "Your Majesty, I personally gave the order, I'm sorry, I used your name, I asked the soldiers to take all the horses."

All slaughtered! Now inside and outside the palace, there is no longer a living war horse! Garcia screamed, took a few steps back in embarrassment, and stared at General Span: "You, what did you say? You actually disobeyed my orders! Span! Span!!

Span slowly stood up: "Your Majesty, slaughter all the war horses, at this moment the whole army has given up the choice of fleeing! We will defend the palace and live and die with ......the empire! Your Majesty, please join the mourners!" the Emperor's body fell, and he sat down on the ground in disarray.

As if he had suddenly let go of all his hesitations and worries, the general turned away, and no longer looked at the emperor on the ground, and strode towards the door of the main hall.

When he reached the door, Span turned back and looked at the Emperor: "Your Majesty, if the enemy enters the Imperial City, there is only one possibility that they will trample on my corpse one by one! Forgive me for disobeying your orders, but, this is the last loyalty of my Spann to the Empire. With that, the general slowly withdrew from the door of the main hall.

The old prime minister suddenly let out a long breath, his eyes looked out of the door with some complicated eyes, and then looked at the emperor sitting on the ground.

The old man bent down and picked up his sword from the ground, and he didn't even reach out to support the emperor who was sitting on the ground. "His Majesty D"

The old prime minister patted his clothes lightly, flicked the dust off his knees, and then wiped the blood on the blade of the sword with his sleeve, looking at the emperor, his tone seemed to be very indifferent: "There is nothing to worry about now." Regardless of the final outcome, you now have at least one choice: il\{("...... r......”

"Choice, do I have a choice?" Garcia's voice seemed to calm down, "with a sneer and mockery.

"Yes, choose. The old prime minister nodded and stared into Garcia's eyes: "At least, in this last moment, you can choose to be glorious and choose to stand with honor." ”

After saying that, the old prime minister no longer glanced at the emperor, held the sword in his hand, turned around and strode away.

In the main hall, it suddenly became as silent as death.

Garcia could clearly hear his own breathing, even his own heartbeat, and he sat on the ground, not knowing how long it had been, as if time had completely stopped...... Do I really have a choice?"

The young emperor suddenly turned his head and looked into the corner: "What if, I order you, protect me from the palace, leave Osgilia, and I order you to protect me from the ship and go to sea?"

In the corner, the middle-aged man seemed to step out of the darkness, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I have to refuse your order. I'm willing to die for you, but not in a way that helps you escape. If the rebels do kill here, I won't let anyone hurt you until I shed my last drop of blood. But beyond that...... I'm sorry, I'm not leaving!" Garcia listened and suddenly laughed, his laughter was a little crazy.

"Hahahaha!What a choice!A good choice!A good choice!You all have a choice, but I don't have a choice!What choice do you leave me?You only give me a choice of your decision!Okay, you're all warriors, am I the only coward!!"))$

Outside the palace, most of those noble ministers had already dispersed, some of them had been unable to wait for news from the emperor for a long time, and they had disappeared in the chaos, and some had been driven away by the old prime minister and General Spann who had walked out of the main hall.

The words that the old prime minister threw to these people were very simple and plain: "If you are afraid of death, find a place to escape and hide! If you still have a little courage and dignity, take up arms and prepare to do your last loyalty to the empire." "Obviously, not everyone in this world has the courage and dignity to face death.

At least most of those aristocratic ministers ran away, and the rest of these people may not all be loyal from the bottom of their hearts, and some people just have nowhere else to escape and nowhere else to go in this situation.

Spann didn't waste any more time here, he had already left the gate of the main hall to reorganize his armament and seize the last time to arrange the defense.

The soldiers ran back and forth, tearing down many of the palace buildings, the door panels, the tables and chairs, and all the wood that could be used. The arsenal of the palace has been opened, and some of the remaining weapons stored in the palace have all been moved, and even the attendants in the palace have been armed, although I don't know how much these guys can use when the big war comes, but at this time, it would be good to have even half a cent of strength. But everyone was still panicking, because in the palace, the young emperor still did not show up. A strong bloody gas filled the air, not human blood, but horse blood!

Everyone knew that all the war horses had been slaughtered, and without them, no one had the courage to flee when the rebels had already entered the city and did not know where they were around the palace. The city was full of soldiers and horses, and without war horses, there was no possibility of escape. Even Spann had ordered the doors of the palace to be blocked.

Finally, just outside the palace, when many noble ministers were in despair, behind them, the heavy palace door opened. The young emperor finally appeared. Although his face was still gray, and although his eyes were still a little frightened, he finally appeared.

The Emperor no longer held the scepter in his hand, but a sharp sword, his body*. It was no longer the gorgeous and feeble robe, but a new and bright armor.

Still, when the emperor appeared on the steps of the palace in military uniform, the people below still let out a burst of cheers.

Even the defenders in the distance, the guards, the Imperial Guards, saw their emperor standing at the door of the main hall, with his sword and armor in his hand. The soldiers raised their weapons, roared, and waved their swords at the Emperor.

Although the old prime minister's face was still gloomy, his eyes were finally a little more lively, and he immediately walked over, stood under the steps in front of the emperor, and exhaled: "Your Majesty, you have made a correct decision. "I hope that's right. Garcia replied coldly, expressionless.

The morning light has gradually become clear, at this moment, in the direction of the city gate in the distance, a loud horn sound came from afar, although because of the wind, the horn sound is a little intermittent, but it clearly falls on everyone's ears!

The soldiers in the palace castle, everyone could hear the horn, and they couldn't help but look in the direction where the horn sound came from.

Span's eyes were even more excited, and he jumped up the city wall quickly: "It's the Arc de Triomphe! The direction of the Arc de Triomphe, the Triumph Troop!! It's Adric! It must be him! He's telling us that they're still there!

He immediately turned back and shouted, "Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet in response to them, tell them with the sound of the trumpet, we will hold on here until we die!!"))$."

It was this morning, on this cold winter morning. Osgilia, the thousand-year-old capital, the first heroic city on the mainland, this city that claims to never fall, the city gate was broken by the rebels, the city was full of fire and chaos, the rebels entered the city in a big way, and the empire can be called the end of the world. In the sky above the city, there is a mighty and majestic horn of victory.

The last defenders of the Empire, under the city gates, in the palace, blew this horn at the same time, so that the trumpet condensed over the city!))$" The emperor does not seem to be going to run. ”

At the end of a secluded street in the city, where the chaos had not yet spread, standing on the top of a small building, a young woman sighed softly, beside her, a tall figure with purple hair and purple eyes, but she sank down, looking intently at the direction from which the trumpet of the city gate came. ））$

In the harbor dock, one by one the big ships flying the Lantis flag had sailed off the coast, and in one of the largest warships, the bearded Gistlett stood on the bridge, quietly staring at the blazing Osgilia, the continuous sound of the trumpet, ringing in his ears, mixed with the sound of the sea breeze and waves. "Don't wait, Gislent.

Behind Gislent, the handsome-looking young man Rantis sighed softly, "It seems that their emperor will not escape here. It is clear that these Byzantines were more courageous than we think. ”

Gislent turned around and smiled, looking at the young man behind him: "Your Highness, although I am a little disappointed, I have to say that I admire these Byzantines. Right now...... It's time for us to come in. ”））$

History is like a great river of hatefulness, which will always set off some unexpected waves when you think the wind is calm.

In the winter of that year, on this night, everything that happened in Osgilia seemed to have brought the already stable continental situation into an unknowable new direction.

And this unexpected "turning point" affected far more than those at the center of the vortex of Osgilia......

And what is still unknown at the moment, the arrival of this wave, the biggest impact, is not these peerless imperial generals or emperors or ministers in the whirlpool.

The real far-reaching influence is a small role in the northern country that has not yet officially stepped into the center of the stage......

Char crouched on the horse's back, pressed his body tightly, and tried to put his body on the horse's back, the wind whistling in his ears, the sound of hurried horses' hooves around and behind him, and the nervous shouts of the knights came from beside him. The caravan galloped along the roads of the wilderness plains, galloping all the way north.

In his heart, there seems to be something like a wild grass growing wildly!

Time!1 hour!!Time!!

On this gallop to the north, although Char was still on horseback, his heart seemed to have flown thousands of miles to the city of Denzel. "The city of Osgilia is broken, why is Lao Tzu so unlucky!Shouldn't this damn city never fall?!" Char cursed the heavens in his heart. All the original plans have been disrupted!

He knew very well in his heart how much the situation in Osgilia would affect his small warlord on the border! Whether the empire could survive or not was at stake for him, the so-called "last imperial resistance force in the north"!

Regardless of the previous plans, after getting the news, at least one thing is obvious: all the plans must be put together!

"Lao Tzu's army has not yet been put in order, and the armaments are not fully stocked! Not even all winter clothes have been scraped together...... And food, and morale, weapons, military spending...... Everything is not ready......" Char listened to the wind whistling in his ears, and cursed frantically in his heart: "But how can it be in the blink of an eye, it has all changed!"

"Little Char, I have a hunch. Dora's voice came from the back of my head.

"What?" "No matter how much you curse, you can't change a fact. Dora's voice led to some mockery: "You have to go on stage early, go on this stage early!"