Arthur chose the time for the attack at four o'clock in the morning.

If you survive the night, you will know that this time is the most sleepy and difficult for people, and your vigilance and sharpness will decrease.

Moreover, four o'clock in the morning is on the eve of dawn, which is not only conducive to the cover of night, but also to take advantage of the light of the sky after a period of time to clear the remnants of the enemy.

The Celtic Knights rode on their horses, silently looking down on the town below, like statues.

Wolf also raised the flag gun he had been carrying with him and untied the straps on the flag, and the flag of the Celtic Knights flew in the wind.

Arthur didn't say any words of encouragement, or rather, he didn't need any encouragement for the knights behind him, he stood there, it was a spiritual support.

Or maybe it's because.

In this thousand-mile run, their flesh has long been fused with faith.

Although their bodies were tired, in the battle of blood and fire, their will and spirit had already been tempered and indestructible, and they did not need to be inspired.

The combat effectiveness of this cavalry has surpassed that of the previous Celtic Knights.

As Arthur swooped down the hillside on horseback, the knights behind him followed.

There were no roars and shouts of slaughter that resounded through the sky, only the resonance of the horses as they galloped together.

The earth trembled, smoke dispersed, and the Red Wolf banner of the Celtic Knights fluttered in the wind.

It was as if they were a real pack of wolves, swooping down on the sheep below.

The tremor of the earth woke up the soldiers of the Western Empire who were keeping watch on the watchtower.

He tried to open his eyes and look at the source of the sound, looking at the cavalry rushing in the distance, he even thought he was wrong, raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

He soon saw the banner of the red wolf, and his face turned pale in that instant, and he shook the bell on one side without hesitation.

"Bell! Bang Bang! Bang Bang! ”

The bell rang with a crisp sound, and several sentinel posts in the rest of the country began to ring the bell when they saw this.

With the rapid sound of the bell, the whole city was awakened.

The gendarmes in the city ran out of the dormitories with sirens blowing, guns in their hands, some of them not even dressed, and ran around the streets in a terrible way.

"What's going on?"

"What a warning bell?"

"Is there a rebellion in the city?"

Soon, they ran to the streets of the city, and one of the gendarmes, sensing the tremor of the earth, turned his head and looked at the end of the street.

Soon I saw the group of knights who were stained with blood and covered in evil like death.

It seemed that because the evil aura on their bodies was too strong, the gendarmes were intimidated and did not dare to shout or move for a while.

Soon, he reacted and prepared to raise his gun and return fire.

But at that moment, the cavalry had already come to him.

With a thud.

He felt everything in front of him spin around, and he soon saw his headless body.

In this era, the cannon technology was already very mature, and the city walls became chicken ribs, which not only cost money but also hindered the development of the city.

It may be possible to block the enemy, but it is not proportional to the investment.

So the walls of many ancient cities were demolished.

For example, this is the case in the imperial capital of the Western Empire.

Under normal circumstances, if there is really an army that can hit the imperial capital, then it makes no difference whether there is a city wall or not.

But they obviously did not expect that such a cavalry would choose to travel thousands of miles day and night to come to the city.

The cavalry did not kill too much, but galloped on the wide avenue and rushed straight to the center of the city, where the palace was located.

The horses roared on the stone and brick floor, like high-speed tanks advancing towards the center of the city.

The people of the Imperial Capital were also quick to react, and they quickly organized a defensive line, intending to hinder the cavalry's charge.

But the gendarmes of the city obviously did not expect such a cavalry to rush into their imperial capital, and their enemies were thousands of miles away, and there was no such possibility.

So they did not resist their horses, nor did they have any weapons against the cavalry, so they could only set up simple gun formations to fire.

But the speed of the cavalry was very fast, and the newly established defensive line could be broken up by the cavalry almost in the blink of an eye.

As they charged, they also got closer and closer to the palace.

As they approached, the resistance of the troops of the Western Empire became stronger and stronger, and they knew what would happen if they let this cavalry enter the palace.

There were more and more corpses left on the ground, both enemies and knights, and the strong smell of blood quickly spread over the imperial city.

Soon, they were in the vicinity of the palace, which was surrounded by troops, and they wanted to use the walls of the palace to defend their cavalry.

But they clearly did not think of Arthur's abilities.

Arthur was seen standing on the horse's back, his knees bent, and leaping sharply as the horse was about to reach the phalanx.

In the horrified eyes of the soldiers of the Western Empire.

He jumped more than ten meters high, directly climbed over the city wall, crossed the group of guards, and landed on the lawn outside the palace.

And a man ran straight into the palace.

The palace guards recovered from the shock and shouted excitedly.

"Quick! Stop him! Stop him! ”

"You must not let him in!"

"Escort! Escort !! ”

Some of the soldiers turned around and ran into the palace.

The maids in the palace let out a shrill scream, but Arthur ignored it and galloped through the corridor at a speed he could.

On the way, some of the maids were specially trained special personnel who suddenly came out of their way when Arthur passed by and tried to kill him directly.

But the skills of these people were obviously not enough for Arthur, some were directly knocked unconscious by Arthur, and some were cut in the throat by Arthur's sword.

He also carried out what he learned from Charya, all the people who killed unnecessarily, he would not move, but as long as he was needed to kill, he would not hesitate.

He was also an emperor and lived in the palace, but after he ascended the throne, he basically fought outside the palace, and basically lived in the palace for less than a week.

But even so, he could clearly know where the emperor was.

Anyway, Arthur had also learned the Ogan script from the Elven Empress for three years, and last night he sent a mouse to find and spy on the Emperor.

The purpose was to prevent him from escaping through secret passages or the like.

If that's the case, their attack this time is tantamount to falling short.

Perhaps, no country in this world has ever thought that a war could be fought like this.

If we use the analogy of chess, it is that Red's handsome move jumps directly across the river to Black's shogi and fights in the field grid.

The battle between two emperors in the palace is definitely the most outrageous thing of this era.

But that's what happened.

Soon, Arthur reached a door and pushed it in without much effort.

The door was pushed open with a thud.

It was a council hall, and there was no light in the hall, only some dawn light from the window shining through the stained windows.

The hall was empty and silent.

Arthur's eyes were focused on the throne, an old man in his fifties wearing a Western Empire-style imperial robe, a crown, and gray hair and beard sitting on the throne.

He was the current emperor of this empire, Louis XV.

But at this moment, a sharp sword was pierced into his chest, and blood stained his chest, spreading along his chest to the carpet laid under his feet, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

The old man on the throne has completely lost his life.

Arthur's face also became gloomy

At this time, those soldiers who were chasing behind also rushed in from behind, and when they saw this scene, everyone's pupils shrank a little in that instant.

There was silence throughout the hall, and people's breathing was slightly stagnant.

People froze in place, unable to believe what they were seeing, and some were even sobbing quietly.

The chief of the guard at the head reacted, looked at Arthur, and roared with tears in his eyes.

"Arrest this monarch killer for me!!!"

Arthur was silent, speechless.

For them, an emperor is much more useful to be alive than dead.

He needs to live to sign the surrender agreement, and he needs to live to sign the reparation agreement.

Arthur also needed him alive and held him hostage so that his cavalry regiment could retreat.

But now things are getting troublesome.

The forbidden army of the palace surrounded him.

Arthur did not give an explanation, he knew that his own explanation would undoubtedly pale to these enemies.

Even if it can be proved that the emperor's death has nothing to do with him, the princes and nobles here will do everything they can to put the matter on Britannia's head.

In this way, it can be in their interest.

He's just thinking about a solution.

Now that the emperor is dead, the best thing to do is to tie up the crown prince.

But he now has no idea where the crown prince is.

Or.

Arthur looked around, a slight murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

In a more straightforward way

(End of chapter)