In the eastern sky, the first rays of light appeared.

A knight in black rode a horse, his coat outside his breastplate embroidered with the "five-colored deer" emblem of the Hammer family.

The black-faced general looked at Mordschic and, seeing that he nodded, ordered his own soldiers to bring him over.

"My lord," said the comer, dismounting and approaching, and whispering, "the outer wall of the palace has been breached, and the golden-robed guards are defending against the inner wall for a quarter of an hour at most...... The rebels were scattered throughout the city, preparing to escort civil and military officials to the palace and announce the change of dynasty in public. ”

"How are the rebels deployed?" asked Mordschic leaning over.

"The area where the rebels are concentrated, I have marked on the map. The black-clad knight took out a piece of parchment from his bosom, and Mordecic took it, handing it to the blackface commander next to him, and immediately ordered, "Very well, your mission is complete, inform everyone to evacuate." ”

"Yes," the black knight hesitated for a moment, then pleaded, "after that I would like to go to the palace to meet Winster, may I?"

"Yes, but be safe," Innedir admonished, and then turned to the black-faced general, "Send a signal to put down the rebellion." ”

"Yes. The black-faced general nodded heavily and waved. A military attache next to him who had joined the army as a mage chanted a few times in a low voice, activating the enchantment device in his hand.

A flash of fire shot straight into the sky, bursting in the sky, and suddenly sparks flew and were dazzling. Modesic nodded in satisfaction, the "salute" he had bought as he passed through the Herseus Valley, and now it seemed that the shopkeeper was not lying.

"Soldiers," shouted the black-faced general as the sparks fell, toward the Praetorian Guard. "The House of Elders is plotting a rebellion in order to replace the king, and we cannot sit idly by as we shoulder the responsibility of defending the land......," he paused, and then added, "I know there are some of you. I took something I shouldn't have taken, but it didn't matter, I took it too, and I took more...... As long as we put down the rebellion now and retake Norman City, the king will be blameless. ”

"I'm Modschic, the Seal of the Inner Court," Mordschic said, holding up King Nacini's seal, and took over. "The king's edict that all those who participate in the counterinsurgency will be rewarded, and the past will be written off!"

"We are willing to follow the general to quell the rebellion!" the soldiers shouted in unison, led by the generals.

"Okay!" the black-faced general shouted, summoned his generals over, and assigned tasks one by one. One by one, troops marched into the streets of Norman City. In the end, only 3,000 cavalry remained behind them.

"Your Excellency. Let's go to the palace. The black-faced general said in a deep voice.

Modesic nodded slightly, and the two of them led the team into the Triumphal Boulevard, scurrying in the direction of the palace.

******

A moment later, the other three gates, the Praetorian Guard, were dispatched at the same time.

The sound of horses' hooves and footsteps sounded again, but this time much more neatly. Well-trained Praetorian Guard troops. Quickly poured into various urban areas, and the private army of the nobles who were caught off guard suddenly suffered heavy casualties.

Most of them, to death, do not understand why these "friendly forces". Suddenly draw a sword against each other?

These aristocratic private armies, after hearing the palace bells, slackened one after another, and plundered everywhere with open fire. The guards on the street are also absent-minded, eager to change the guard immediately, so as to take the opportunity to make a windfall.

In this case, all the Praetorian Guards need to do is march along the streets, capture them, and when they encounter the resistance, they will shoot with swords and spears on the spot.

The qiē that happened in the early hours of the morning was repeated at dawn, but the one who was slaughtered was now the slaughtered. However, the Norman populace preferred the latter, as the Praetorian Guard was highly disciplined and rarely attacked civilians.

Fortunately, the nobles publicized it everywhere, so that the people of the city knew about the rebellion. Now that the Praetorian Guards are sweeping the city under the banner of counterinsurgency, it is naturally smooth, and those people who have been rescued are even more grateful to Dade, and even welcome their arrival in the middle of the road.

But the leaders of the nobility did not know this, and they gathered in front of the palace to discuss the next rules of action.

"Have you informed Contra of them?" asked the old Duke of Hammer, whose face was ruddy and in good spirits.

"The news has been sent that, if nothing happens, they will attack the valley of Herseus at the latest. The old mage next to him, who was over half a hundred years old, replied respectfully.

"We will take control of the imperial capital and elect a new king, while Contras and them will capture the valley of the Herseus River and garrison the 'Road of the Light', and when the time comes, even if Nacini returns to the north, he will be weak. Duke Tagor stroked his beard and smiled.

"Exactly," replied several of the other noble leaders with a smile, "even if the Nacini is turned upside down in the south, we can rest easy as we just hold on to the 'Path of the Light'." ”

"The outer wall of the palace has been breached, and the inner wall is about to fall," said Amon Hammer, turning and dismounting, "and besides, Kudran has come alone, and has been taken by our army. ”

He pointed from afar, and several high-ranking military officers were escorting Kudran to his way. The old general was so unbearable that even his beard was cut off, but he didn't care about any of this, he just struggled to look back.

Gilno, who was covered in blood, smiled weakly at him, in the battle just now, Gilno had been guarding the old general until both of them were captured. He himself was seriously wounded, but the old general was finally fine.

"It seems that those guys of the Praetorian Guard are sincerely willing to join us," Duke Hammer looked at Kudran and said with a smile, "This stumbling block is now at our disposal." ”

"It's useless to stay, it's better to kill them," the wrinkled old man next to him said in a dumb voice, "We are newly in control of Norman, and the lords of all places may not be willing to submit, so let's make an example of the chickens and monkeys." ”

The old general Kudran approached, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but snort. Duke Tagor turned around and sneered, "Old General, you seem to have a different opinion?"

The old general Kudran closed his eyes and stalked his neck, too lazy to deal with such a villain.

"Kill him!" said Duke Tagore, embarrassed and angry as he lost face in front of everyone, "just before this court, behead him in public!"

"My lord, I'm afraid...... No way. An indifferent voice came, and Winster came on horseback. Behind him, in the direction of the city gate, a cluster of fire rose and exploded in the air, resounding throughout the city.

"What did you say?" the Duke of Tagor looked up in amazement, looking at the young man, who was supposed to be his grandson.

This one is at home. The illegitimate son who has always been submissive is standing on a horse at this time, with bright armor and flying eyebrows, like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

******

"The House of Elders mutinied, soldiers, kill the enemy with me!" Winster drew his sword and shouted aloud.

Behind him, three thousand elite cavalry echoed in unison. Mobilize the horses and rush to the noble private army not far away.

The unsuspecting private army array was instantly rushed to pieces. With cavalry against infantry, with mental calculation or unintentional, when the battle broke out, the result was already doomed. What's more, most of the nobles' private armies are still attacking the palace at the front. There is no time to go back to support.

"What's the situation?" said Ammon Hammer and the leaders of the nobility. Still at a loss. Most of them were from civilian backgrounds, and they were sluggish for a few seconds before they reacted, and they all exclaimed, "Not good!" "Take him!"

The guards next to him shouted and gathered around. The swords are raised, and the murderous spirit is high.

"Heh......" Winster sneered in return, he slowly drew his sword, and there was a surge of energy around him. Immediately, a cyan sword burst out. Winster swung his sword and struck all the blades that came at him.

"Superior Warrior!" "It's a Superior Warrior!" In an exclamation, they retreated again and again, not daring to resist.

Among the high-ranking people who were co-opted by the nobles, of course, there were also high-ranking warriors. However, due to the lack of generals in the private army, they were all entrusted with important tasks and rushed to all parts of the city. Besides, there are tens of thousands of troops here, who would have thought that such an incident would occur?

Winster rode back and forth, and with lightning speed, he killed several of the masters who escorted Kudran and Gilno. Gilno nodded at him, and the old general stepped back with each other's arms.

Seeing him approaching on horseback, there seemed to be a flash of murder in his eyes, and the old nobles panicked. Tagor frowned and asked, "Winster, you, what do you mean by that?"

"On the orders of the king, put down the rebels. Winster said word for word, he had never felt so high-spirited. It's like a breath of stuffy breath in my chest, which I have held for ten or twenty years, and finally vomited.

"I ...... But your grandfather. Duke Tagore's voice began to tremble, and he could feel the chill on the blade of the other party's sword.

"No, you're the head of the house. Winster shook his head in denial. He glanced left and right, and the family members who had come up again raised their weapons one after another, but they did not dare to move half a step under their feet.

Another hoof sounded as the black knight stopped and glanced at the situation. On the robe on his chest is embroidered with the "five-colored deer" emblem of the Hammer family.

"It's you...... Son, what's your name?" asked Duke Hammer, tugging at Amon beside him, in a low voice. Stimulated by Winster, he seems reluctant to say the word "illegitimate child".

"Ashur, Winster is the opposite, come and protect your lords!" Amon Hammer didn't think much of it, and raised his hand in greeting. He remembered that the kid he made with the maid should have good martial arts, at least better than his other precious sons. That's why Amon Hammer ordered him to command a private army to attack the sheriff's office west of the city, but for some reason he came here alone.

"Yes, my lord. Ashur bowed, struck his horse and marched toward Winster, and with a choked sound, drew his long knife from his waist.

As soon as the noble leaders breathed a sigh of relief, they saw the swords lightly collide together, and Winster asked in a loud voice, "Why are you here?"

"Come and see, you're dead. Ashur replied to his best friend. The two looked at each other, and suddenly laughed heartily, and the hearty and unbridled laughter echoed far away in the square in front of the palace.

******

The day dawned, and a hazy halo crept up the cloudy sky.

The large-scale battle was basically over, and the Praetorian Guard only needed to send troops to encircle and annihilate the large number of aristocratic private armies one by one according to the map provided by Ashur, and the victory was basically established.

Small groups of rebels were still fleeing everywhere, and the busy Praetorian Guards, who had not yet left the strength to search for them from house to house, had to block the streets, impose martial law on the whole city, and control the situation for the time being.

At seven o'clock on this day, Chief Korpov went out as usual and rode in a horse-drawn carriage to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Seeing that he had only two or three attachés with him, the Praetorian Guard did not interfere, but only sent a small squad of cavalry to escort him.

By the time they arrived at the palace, the battle was almost over. The cavalry brought by Mordschic and the Blackface commander converged with the original 3,000 men and pursued the fleeing aristocratic private army everywhere.

In the open space on the side, four or five thousand people were crowded together, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands. They were captured private soldiers, and when the second army arrived, they lost their resolve to resist. Some scattered and fled, while many more abandoned their weapons and surrendered.

On the other side, the ashen aristocratic leaders were speechless, and some of them had to lean against the stone pillar so as not to collapse to the ground.

"Yo, see you again. Copov stepped out of the carriage, glanced at the old fellows, and said to Modesic. The deep meaning of his words can only be understood by the two of them.

"Yes, we meet again," Mordschic asked with a smile, "Chief, are you here to work at the official office?"

Snapov nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and walked away. He lifted his feet and stepped over the corpse that was still warm, and walked on the bloody square, his expression as calm as ever.

As for the tragic scene in front of him, it was as if he couldn't see it.

That's what smart people are. Mordschic thought to himself, he withdrew his gaze, and gave orders one by one, "Assyria, you are responsible for collecting the captives, selecting the die-hard among them, and holding them in solitary confinement, awaiting disposal...... Winster, you lead someone to clean up the battlefield, and before noon, make sure to restore this place to its original state......"

The two took the order, and the black-faced general also volunteered to lead his troops to search for the remnants of the army inside and outside the palace. Modesic stood still for a moment, feeling like a world away.

He succeeded, as if in a dream, and made immortal feats for the king. From then on, Snowton's old aristocratic forces will no longer be a problem for the king, and the loyal army and the new nobility will work together for the beautiful vision of the unification of the continent.

But the victory of the North alone is not enough. King Nacini on the front line of Cervera must defeat the new army of light, and Allegri in the valley of the Herseus must also block the sneak attack of another rebel army.

Only a victory on the third front will be the ultimate victory. Snowdon's iron hooves will travel all over the continent, and there will be no resistance, and King Nacini can really change his title to "Emperor".

Maybe one day, he will become the prime minister of the palace, one person under ten thousand people, and then only Allegri can compete with him.

Thinking of this, Mordschic shook his head, what will happen in the future, let's talk about it in the future.

… (To be continued......)

PS: (4000 words.) ）