Not many people know what the original name of Stream Town was, as obscure as this town, but it was a very ordinary town under the rule of Hantu City, with gentle terrain and a river that passed by the town, allowing caravans to pass through it every summer, and muddy clay making it equally rich.

But today, the inhabitants of Streamstream Town did not live in fear as in the past, but hid in their homes tremblingly-in the early morning, the army of Hantu City suddenly arrived in the town, and set up camp on the outskirts, and looked ready to start a war here, so frightened that the mayor of Streamstream Town quickly ordered the city gate to be closed, and immediately sent people to ask what they wanted, but there was no news, and the servants who questioned him were blasted out before they could even enter the barracks.

And they didn't know, and most of the people in the army, they didn't know exactly why they had come - it was only because of that sudden order that brought them here, and only a handful of officers knew the slightest bit of the inside story, but they were also silent, let alone able to say it.

The only "masterminds" who really knew the truth were a few people in the military tent - and only they knew why the entire army of Hantu City had to be mobilized, and it had to be here.

According to the negotiation requirements agreed between the rebels and Edward, they set up a tent two hundred paces away from the army formation as a place for negotiations between the two sides - according to Edward, he had already been fooled once, so if the city really wanted peace talks, it had to be sincere.

Although more than one nobleman and rebel general lashed out at this guy's arrogant demand, they finally chose to say yes - the location of the Twin Towers is too important. The survival of this castle is related to whether the entire Hantu City can be saved. And Edward had the castle in his hands. He has the power to make an offer!

That's right, this guy was just making an offer, looking at the handwritten letter written by Edward from the preacher on the table, and the look of disdain on the face of Count Martin Kolbo, who was sitting firmly in the back chair - if he was really a loyal servant of His Highness Anson, then he should have fought to the death like Glynn Turn, and agreed to negotiate, which showed that he really wanted to join, and the reason why he pretended to be so righteous and awe-inspiring. It's just asking for a sky-high price, trying to sell yourself for a good price.

As long as anyone with long eyes knows that the so-called His Royal Highness Anson is not as good as Lord Berrion at all, if it weren't for a little luck back then, Lord Berion would have been the ruler of the Kingdom of Turin a long time ago, how could he wait until today?!

Everything will get back on track, right...... Count Martin Kolbo clenched his fists fiercely - he already knew the news of his son's tragic death in the Twin Towers, how could he easily let this bastard go?!

Originally, he was counting on his son to be able to control this Banner Legion, if not all, of them at least nearly 5,000 people, which would be enough to raise the status of the Kolbo family by the side of Lord Berrion. But who would have thought that Edward would be able to do such a heart-wrenching thing.

It doesn't matter, patience is only temporary. This kind of lowly guy can't have any future at all by the side of Lord Berion, it's only a matter of time before he is killed, the so-called compromise and co-optation are just expedient measures, it won't take long at all, sooner or later, this kid's head will be his own!

But apparently not everyone was as confident as he was, and one of the nobles standing next to Count Martin Kolbo had a worried expression: "I have heard that the Chief Flag Bearer has brought with him an army of more than 4,000 men, a third of which are cavalry, and you say that this is not what he prepared ......"

"You think too much, it's just a bargaining chip he took out. Looking at those worried eyes, Martin Kolbo snorted coldly: "If you want to show off your might in front of us, show off your strength—otherwise, why not just declare war, would it be more beneficial for him to go to war here than to fight at the Twin Towers?"

"Don't forget, this is Hantu City, and we use the Flaming Goshawk Banner! If he dares to start a war against us, it will be a rebel, and all the knights of the entire kingdom are qualified to declare war on him!" Martin waved his hand: "So, there is nothing to be afraid of - the more rampant this kid is, the more unconfident he is in his heart, just a hyena who wants to gnaw bones." ”

"Yesterday, news came from Hantu City that an Assassin had been spotted raiding the palace in the middle of the night. But these people were apparently not so easily convinced: "And said that he saw a one-armed swordsman - it must have been Grimm Turn, that guy is not dead, in case he gets in touch with this guy it will be trouble!"

"That's right, Hantu City isn't safe anymore - if His Highness Anson is snatched by them, even Lord Berion won't be able to save us!"

"Can you calm down a little - the panicked look is like a flock of hens who have lost their cubs, where has the spirit of the Turines gone?!" Martin couldn't help but yell at the rebel generals around him: "What's there to be afraid of a hairy cub?!"

"Don't forget, there is an army of tens of thousands of people behind you - this is the elite army that Lord Berion has accumulated for many years, how can his barbarians and auxiliary infantry defeat us?!" Martin snorted coldly and said: "As for Hantu City, there are still nearly two thousand people, even if Green Turnn is not dead, it is impossible to escape alive with His Highness Anson!"

Looking at the pair of eyes with a sense of kinship, Martin had no choice but to be silent - he was quite confident in the safety of the little prince, although that Du Qiya was stupid, but at least he knew which camp he was on, and he would never dare to let His Royal Highness Anson in the cell have the slightest problem, otherwise he would definitely be the first to die.

Just as the nobles in the tent were still arguing, a herald ran in in a little panic: "Tell you, my lords, there is an army in the east that is advancing this way, holding the flaming goshawk flag!"

"He's coming!" said Count Martin Kolbo, standing up and glancing at the "colleagues" around him, "Let us welcome the 'great coming' of the Chief Flag Officer!"

Soon, with the billowing smoke and dust, half of the army of the Battle Banner Regiment lined up in the wilderness against the army from Hantu City, and a cavalry holding a swallow-tailed flag galloped towards the tent in the center of the two armies.

The Turin nobles, who had been arguing with each other just now, stood up one after another, looked out of the tent with a hint of arrogance, and looked out of the tent with a smile, waiting for the self-righteous boy to walk in.

But when they saw who the man who had come by, even Count Martin Kolbo was so shocked that he couldn't even speak!

"How could it be you?!"

"Are you surprised, fellow 'colleagues'?" a sneer rolled into the corner of his mouth, and Chief Adjutant Green Turnne strode into the tent, his voice containing the anger that had been suppressed for too long, "And what surprises you even more!"

"W-This? no, it can't be!" Martin Kolbo roared angrily, "You should have been ...... a long time ago."

The second half of the sentence was forcibly withdrawn - the cold-eyed Greene Turn, tapped the knight's sword on his shoulder: "Please be quiet, Lord Earl. This is the minimum etiquette in front of the royal family!"

In front of the royal family, fear, despair, unwillingness, panic...... Involuntarily looked out the door, a slightly shorter, but rather tall figure, walked into the tent with vigorous steps. Edward Witwood, who stood behind him, followed suit, as if he were not a commander, but a guard of the figure.

Anson Marcherus!

There was no anger in the little prince's expression, only a cold gaze. He slowly drew the golden saber at his waist and pointed at Martin Kolbo, who was already full of despair standing in front of him.

"In the name of Turin, knights......" Anson's voice was not inaudible with emotion: "Kill these traitors!" (To be continued.) )

PS: It's the New Year.,Give a New Year's greeting to book friends - Anyway, the book friends have increased a lot during this time.,It's a little happy.,Because I'm usually really busy.,Especially when it's the end of the year.,So today I'll focus on answering the questions of book friends.,And also explain the previous ~.

First of all, I'm the one who rode and slashed, I'm really a fan of riding and slashing, but I've only played the original Pande, and by the way, my favorite mod is the Ruler of Britain.

And then there's the map.,This is actually there.,But my painting is a scum.,You can't understand it.,But the prototype of the Kingdom of Turin is the Kingdom of Jerusalem and the Eastern Roman Empire.,Strictly speaking, it's a combination of city-states and feudal kingdoms.,I hope this explanation can satisfy everyone~ (uh...... Hopefully).

I'm not going to say anything about whether the prince will be a spoiler about the bento or not, but I'm glad that someone noticed Princess Adele, because the little princess's role was so cut that I thought everyone would forget about her, and the little maid...... Anyway, it's enough ghost animals, you shouldn't mind more ghost animals, right?

Finally, I wish you all a new year, happy and happy, red and fiery trance, safe years, all the best;