Norman City.

At about one o'clock in the morning, the main force of the Praetorian Guard in the large camp outside the city marched to Norman in four directions. At the same time, the troops on duty in the city also left their posts one after another and gathered at the edge of the city.

After about an hour, the Praetorian Guards had completely taken control of the four main gates, as well as the nine side gates attached to them. The gates of the city were closed, and the soldiers lined up, and from this moment on, not a single soldier was able to enter and exit the city through the gates.

It's like an iron cage, people outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out.

At three o'clock in the morning, the radical aristocracy was officially launched. They had been planning for a long time and were well prepared, and soon led heavily armed private troops to take over the city without bloodshed.

This undefended, Snowton capital.

First the main streets, then the outer court offices, after controlling these vital areas, the aristocratic private army divided into more than a dozen roads, flocking to all corners of the city. The largest of these groups, led by the Administrator Amon Hammer himself, surrounded the palace. The other troops, some were responsible for maintaining law and order, and some suppressed riots everywhere, so the screams began to sound, and the flames rose in all directions, and Norman City finally looked a little turbulent.

"These dogs ......" Amon Hammer shook his head, he could think of what was going on. Most of the aristocratic private armies have no discipline and glory to speak of, and they are ten times more scattered than ordinary chaotic armies.

It is not impossible to take advantage of the opportunity to loot property, or even kill people**. And the nobles will not be too restrained, because this is a reward, otherwise why should people rebel with you, it is a big crime to cut off your head.

"Hurry, hurry!" urged Ammon Hammer. This chief of administration, dressed in military uniform and riding on a horse, inevitably looks a little nondescript. But in fact, he also learned swords when he was a teenager, and he was still a famous swordsman in Vanuna at that time, but after so many years, the chief grown-up was used to holding a quill in his hand, and he had long forgotten how to hold a sword.

"Your Excellency. "From the other end of Triumph Boulevard. A cavalry force of nearly 3,000 men rode up and shouted loudly for the leader.

Amon Hammer turned his head to see them dressed in Praetorian uniforms, and waved his men to lift their guards.

The knight in chain mail, raising his hand to push away the face armor, his face was angular, and his eyebrows were sharp, it was Winster, the illegitimate son of the Tagor family.

"Before dawn, the palace must be taken. Ammon Hammer stared at the closed door. On the three-zhang high wall, there are already figures shuttling back and forth. It was a specially selected golden-robed guard, independent of the Praetorian Guard, with a total of 2,000 men, all loyal and skilled.

In order to deal with this force, Amon Hammer not only brought 10,000 noble private troops, but also borrowed 3,000 elite cavalry from the Praetorian Guard. Only by capturing the royal palace can they truly master Norman City.

"Your Excellency. Why don't you lead your troops to make a feint, and our troops will take a detour to one side, looking for the weak point of the palace wall to break through?"

"No, our army has the chance to win, just attack head-on. Amon Hammer muttered for a moment. So decided. His suspicions were again, and in order to avoid complications, it was better to let the Praetorian Guards stay under his nose.

"That'...... All right. Winster nodded, and he pulled his horse to Amon's side, ordering three thousand Praetorian Guards to stand by. At least the first few waves of offense. It won't be their turn.

Besides, even if it was his turn, he had an excuse to prevaricate.

The sky was dark.

Under the city of Severa, King Nacini completely defeated the new army of light, and the final victory was within reach.

And in Norman City in the north, the noble rebellion also ignited like wildfire. In front of the bright sword, the people who were in an uproar became silent, and the few who resisted, after paying the price of blood, also obediently closed their mouths, or lost their lives.

More protests, before they were raised, were stifled. In the area where the military and political officials lived, there was a private army of 5,000 men in charge, and as soon as the bewildered officials opened the door, they were pushed to the ground by the rebels. As for their next fate, it depends on how the other party feels.

Extorting money is still light, and it is not uncommon to kill people and sell goods. For those high-ranking officials, the rebels did not dare to make too many mistakes. But wealthy merchants, powerless commoners, and even middle and lower-class officials were unfortunately involved in this storm, rape and plunder, and all kinds of bestiality were unbearable.

"Norman City is located in the heart of the Holy Blood River, and it has not been touched by the enemy for hundreds of years, and I don't know how many people have died and how many hopes have been shattered this night......," the black-faced and short-bearded Praetorian Guard commander shook his head and sighed. He didn't need to see it with his own eyes to know what was going on in the city.

Mordschic nodded silently, in the middle of a group of warriors in armor and helmets, he was somewhat out of place in his cloak, but this handsome young official was the driving force behind the scenes.

"Your Excellency, please give the order to attack. Seeing that he didn't speak, the black-faced general urged again.

"Wait a moment," Mordschic reassured, "and when they begin to attack the palace and the largest force is pinned down, we will immediately send troops to quell the rebellion." ”

"How much longer?" asked the black-faced general, insistently.

"Half an hour. Modesic replied firmly.

Hearing this, the black-faced general finally made up his mind, turned around and ordered his troops to prepare for battle.

However, Modesic's brow still did not stretch. Although the arrangements were made in secret, he was still worried about the safety of the old general Kudran.

At this time, in front of the general's mansion, there was indeed tension and a tense atmosphere.

"Which nobleman's private army are you?" The door opened, and the old general Kudran rode out, followed by dozens of knights in armor and hundreds of men armed with clubs.

"By order of the House of Elders," shouted the leader of a private army who looked like a butler, "King Nacini is ruthless and cruel, and he should elect a new king to maintain the stability of the empire." ”

"It's up to you to decide whether the empire is safe or not?" Kudran asked with a raised eyebrow.

The pot-bellied leader shrank his neck in fright, but he still mustered up his courage because of the outnumbered men on his side. Persuaded, "Old General, I advise you not to make this troubled water, the whole Norman City is in our hands, and even the Praetorian Guards are willing to obey the dispatch of the Elders." ”

"Which of you is the one in charge, take me to him!" Kudran waved his hand. Too lazy to talk to him.

"This ...... It's not impossible. "The leader received an order to trap the old general Kudran in the palace, and if the other party resisted, he would send troops to suppress it, whether he lived or died. But he heard that there are quite a few masters in the escort team of the General's Mansion, and if they fight with both hands, it is difficult to ensure that they will not fight to the death.

This leader is timid to cowardly, but his mind is shrewd. As soon as he rolled his eyes, he thought of a countermeasure, "If you want to see my family, these idle people must stay in the house." ”

"No," Captain of the Guard, Gilno, immediately refused, "protect the head of the family." It's our job. ”

"I can promise you, but you have to keep the people in my house safe. Kudran waved him down. Demanded. The conditions put forward by the other party were exactly what the old general wanted, and he was willing to die, but he did not want his family and servants to suffer.

"Don't worry, General, we will only guard the door, as long as they don't go out. Then everything will be fine. The leader promised.

"Okay," Kudran nodded, "let's go." ”

"Hey, I'm the only one with the head of the house, it's all right?" Gilno slapped his horse forward. A resolute face.

"Yes. The leader of the private army thought for a moment and replied indifferently. He summoned a team of 100 men and ordered them to "escort" Kudran and Gilno to the palace, where the chief of operations, Lord Ammon Hammer, was located.

"House of Elders Decree!"

"Nacini, the king of sin, is reckless in his army, rejoicing in his achievements, corrupt in his personal virtues, and cruel and unkind...... Since the Southern Expedition, how many Snowton people have been buried in their homeland...... Our families shed blood and died on the front line, and what benefits do we gain?"

"Severa war report, the Southern Expeditionary Army has been defeated on all fronts, and the coalition forces of the 'Holy Alliance' will return to the north in the near future!"

Specially selected soldiers with loud voices conveyed improvised texts along the streets. The people, who had not yet woken up, listened to this qiē blankly. They don't understand why the good ones have changed the sky.

"Since the beginning of autumn, taxes have been raised by a full thirty percent, the soldiers are chilled, the people are boiling, if they do not overthrow their tyranny and elect a benevolent king, Snowton will die!"

One by one, the letters were posted on the bulletin board and distributed to every household. On it, with exaggerated brushstrokes, it lists the ten deadly sins of King Nacini, which is convincing and clear-sighted.

"Ten Sins?" The soldiers who distributed the inscriptions also gave a few cards to the "friendly soldiers" under the city wall when they passed nearby. A clever Praetorian Guard soldier smiled and took it, presenting it to the Blackface Commander and Modesic, and the two of them took a general look at it, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"Sixth, corrupt private morality and defile the court?" Mordsic, who was hiding in the ranks of the Praetorian Guard, said incredulously, "Since the succession to the throne, the king has only married Her Royal Highness Catherina, and there are not even a few maids in the harem, which is also called the defiled court?"

"It is said that the king has raised hundreds of beautiful women in the harem, singing every night, **unbearable, and the depiction is colorful," the black-faced general casually threw the text to the ground and hummed contemptuously, "I'm afraid it's their own personal experience." ”

"Anyway, ordinary people don't know what the harem is like, they just splash dirty water casually," Mordschic folded the text in half, tucked it into his sleeve, and whispered, "The House of Elders is building momentum and finding a reason for their rebellion, but soon, this will become evidence of their crimes, so let them talk nonsense, the more people know, the better." ”

"Attack!" Ammon Hammer commanded, drawing his richly decorated sword.

The soldiers of the private army were screaming, and at first glance they were also very loud. With great difficulty, they pushed the battering ram and rushed towards the main gate of the palace. I have to say that the nobles still have a doorway, and they actually got siege equipment.

A messy rain of arrows fell, and occasionally soldiers fell to the ground screaming. Only a few generals can be issued with expensive heavy armor, and most of the low-level soldiers can only raise their skin shields and pray for the favor of the goddess of fate at the same time.

However, the total number of golden-robed guards guarding the palace was only two thousand, and they had to be distributed around the palace walls to guard them, so there were only five or six hundred people at the main gate. And most of them are good at hand-to-hand combat, archery skills are quite average, at most a moment's delay, and they can't inflict heavy damage on the enemy at all.

After paying hundreds of casualties, the battering ram finally reached the palace gates. With a heavy bang, the cast iron latch twitched.

In just a quarter of an hour, the palace's defenses were on the verge of collapse. This is also something that cannot be helped, the palace was not designed to resist the onslaught of tens of thousands of troops, not to mention that they still have lethal weapons such as battering rams in their hands.

"What are you ......?" asked Amon Hammer alertly, seeing that the Praetorian Guards next to him had begun to reorganize their formation.

"Don't forget, my lord, that the House of Elders promised that we would enter the palace first. Winster reminded with a smile.

"You are a nobleman, Winster, and you must always remember who you are. Amon Hammer said casually, but waved his hand and let them line up for battle.

At this moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves behind him, followed by Kudran's inquiry, "Which of you is in charge?"

"Yo, General?" Amon Hammer turned his horse's head, and when he saw that the old general was surrounded by his own soldiers and horses, he immediately relieved himself and asked with the attitude of a victor, "Why, the Praetorian Guards don't listen to your orders?"

"Ammon Hamer!" asked the old general Kudran aloud, "do you remember the oath you took when you became Administrator?"

"Of course, be loyal to the king," Armon Hammer said, spreading his hands, quibbling, "the House of Elders will recommend a new king, and I will be loyal to him and have not broken my oath. ”

"Are you also planning to commit treason?" the old general asked in a loud voice as he glanced at the soldiers around him.

"Don't talk nonsense," interrupted Amon Hammer, and said coldly, "surrender or die, the choice is yours." ”

Kudran drew his sword and pointed it at him, "I will prove loyalty with your blood." ”

"Take him," said Amon Hammer, smiling disdainfully, and waving his hand, "your head will be my gift to the new king." ”

Kudran's solitary arrival allowed Ammon Hammer to finally confirm that the Janissaries had indeed turned against him. The last of their fears was dispelled, and the rebels became more and more rampant, and cheers rang out incessantly, and they scattered in twos and threes, breaking into the house with sharp blades in hand, taking advantage of the opportunity to fill their own pockets.

With a bang, the gates of the palace were burst open. In the square, Kudran, who was struggling to resist, was picked off his horse by a spear, and Gilno jumped on his horse, desperately protecting the old general behind him.

"Gather the ministers and elect a new king!" Amon Hammer was in high spirits, and ordered his subordinates to ring the bell in the palace gate.

The bell rang throughout the city, which was a pre-agreed signal, and the nobles went out of their homes and hurried to the palace in horse-drawn carriages.

Plucking, the fruit of victory.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (4000 words, it's not too much to think of two more, right?)