The city of Solandaniel is divided by a river and is connected by five bridges that people in the city use to travel between the north and the south on a daily basis. Ever since the Cult Army captured the southern city, the two sides had each held the two ends of several bridges as a dividing line for confrontation.

On the one hand, they were worried that they would also be attacked from behind, and on the other hand, they were also afraid that the Holy Cult Army on the other side of the river would take the opportunity to attack, since the confrontation between the two sides, the Holy Cult Army had launched many attacks, but each time it didn't move seriously, just a tentative attack was over.

However, today's situation is different from the past, and even if you think about it with your toes, you can guess that the Holy Cult Army will never let go of such an opportunity. The city guards stationed at the bridge were anxiously observing the development of the situation in this situation of worrying about the enemy, but the superiors never gave the order to evacuate, let alone send anyone to explain the current situation, and the hearts of the soldiers were full of anxiety and fear.

At this time, the shouts of killing in the north city were getting louder and louder, and there were already raging fires in many places, and the screams and cries of the people echoed over the city, and they could be heard clearly even on the other side of the river. Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and I saw a group of cavalry running on the street, waving swords in their hands, and killing the city defense army with great momentum.

"Beware, everyone!" the officer of the city defense army beckoned to the soldiers as he hid in the barricades.

The cavalry rushed through the barricades like a gale, leaped over the fence that was an obstacle, and then rushed along the stone bridge towards the other side of the river. The soldiers of the city defense who were hiding in the barricades watched in horror as the cavalry passed by, and no one knew their purpose, let alone dared to stand up and stop them.

A sharp-eyed soldier saw a cavalryman with a white cloth wrapped around his arm, and a family crest underneath the white cloth, which was the wolf's head representing the Elshira family.

"Oh my God! it's Al Hira! El Sheila's family is a rebel!" the soldier shouted in horror, and the other city guards next to him were stunned when they heard him say that the rebels were the El Hira family.

Others couldn't believe it, and retorted, "How is this possible! If Elshira rebels, will this country still exist?"

"I can see it clearly, it's really the wolf head badge of the Elshira family, if you don't believe me, I'll bet you a hundred gold coins!"

"Shut up, stop arguing! Look what it is!" said someone next to him shouting to stop the argument and pointing to the other side of the river.

Soon after the cavalry had crossed the bridge, a large number of torches suddenly lit up on the other side of the river, and the sparkling light of the fire stretched for miles along the bank of the river like stars in the night sky. The city defense army of more than one bridge saw this sight, and even the stupidest person could imagine what was going to happen next.

"Kill!" a loud shout came from across the river, and the soldiers of the city defense army only felt their hearts tremble, and their legs trembled so much that they could hardly stand.

Countless Holy Cult troops rushed towards this side of the bridge with torches, and the dense flames converged into a bright river and flowed towards the north bank of the river. The city defenders, who had long since lost their fighting spirit, gave up their defenses after only a little resistance, and it took almost no time for the Holy Cult army to capture all five bridges, leaving only a few men to garrison, and the rest of the army was slaughtered in the direction of the palace.

There were almost no city defenders in the north of the city who were still resisting, and they were all scrambling to flee to the palace, and those who had been staying in Solandaniel all the year round knew that the walls of the palace were very high, and it could be regarded as a city within a city, and there was probably only one safe place now.

More and more city guards fled into the palace, and many people were blocked at the gate of the palace, and the cries and curses gathered together, and even the king's family members in the depths of the palace could hear them. The palace has always been known for its quietness, and there was never such a noisy and earth-shaking noise, and the noblewomen and maids who lived in the palace were so frightened that they did not know what terrible things would happen next.

At this time, Elshira's cavalry will be killed by the Holy Cult Army towards the palace, and the Praetorian Guards, who are responsible for the security of the palace, will immediately close it as soon as they see that the situation is critical, but there are still a large number of city guards blocking the gate, and the gate of the palace is blocked by these soldiers, and it cannot be closed.

When the commander of the Praetorian Guard saw that the situation was so chaotic, he ruthlessly ordered the Praetorian Guard soldiers to kill the people who blocked the gate, and those who dared to block the gate were all hacked to death, and there would be no mercy! The soldiers of the Praetorian Guard who received the order immediately drew their swords and slashed at the soldiers of the city guards, and these city guards who wanted to escape into the palace did not expect that the Janissaries would suddenly make a move against the friendly troops, and hundreds of people were killed soon after being caught off guard.

The others saw that the Janissaries had fallen off and hurriedly took refuge, and some of the people who had not had time to escape were slashed by the Praetorian Guards, and the gate of the palace was instantly bloody, and the solemn and holy gate of the palace was like a slaughterhouse at this time. As the soldiers of the city defense army were dispersed, the gates of the royal palace finally closed with a bang.

Seeing that the Holy Cult Army and the Al Hira Army had been killed, the city defenders who had no way out simply threw their weapons away, lay on the ground and chose to surrender, since the king had abandoned them, they no longer had to die for the king. As many as a thousand men surrendered to the enemy, and soon they were taken to another place to be guarded by the Cult Army, who had now lost their fighting spirit, even if they were left unattended, they would no longer fight the Cult.

The palace was soon surrounded by the Holy Cult and the Legion of Elshira, and countless torches reflected the night sky in a way that looked like the color of blood.

The Holy Cult army was not in a hurry to attack the palace, on the one hand, because there were no ready-made tools, the walls of the palace were tall and thick, like a city wall, and it was impossible to attack without suitable equipment, and on the other hand, they were really not in a hurry, the current king of Correa had become a turtle in an urn, and he would not be able to fly out sooner or later, and even if he was besieged, the people inside would be trapped to death.

The Praetorian Guards, who were in charge of the security of the palace, also saw that the other party was not in a hurry to attack, which made them breathe a sigh of relief, as long as they persisted, maybe things would take a turn for the better, and everyone still had a little fantasy in their hearts.

"Your Majesty, what shall we do?" In the king's chamber, the courtiers all focused their eyes on the king.

King Correa Clas covered his face with his hands for a long time without saying a word, no one knew what he was thinking, once upon a time Correa was so proud, no one dared to provoke a powerful power, and Clesth was absolutely strong in his words, who would have thought that there would be such a down-and-out day, and it would not be much better to be someone else.

The ministers waited quietly for the king to make a decision, which was very simple, surrender, and they had no other choice. After a long time, Krast finally stood up, and he said with a look of frustration, "Let me think about it." With that, he went to the depths of the palace.

"Your Majesty......" someone shouted, but looking at Krast's lonely back, he still didn't say anything.

Back in his bedroom, Krast shut himself up in his bedroom, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and looked indifferently at the night sky outside the window, which seemed to be red as if it was dripping blood, and he suddenly had a strange sense of relief, why he had never noticed that the night sky could have such a bright color.

Craster let out a sneer, and said to himself: "What kind of bullshit kingdom, isn't that what it is, in the end, it's not the same result, fuck your Holy Cult Army! Fuck your Elshira! Lao Tzu won't play! Don't play! Hahaha......" At the end, Clast looked up and laughed, tears flowed down his cheeks, and the wine in his hand had spilled all over his chest.

After laughing for a long time, Craster was already out of breath, and he sat down on the ground in a dejected manner, looked up at the window, and did not move for a long time. A gust of night wind blew, with a hint of coolness, which made him suddenly shiver. He seemed to wake up suddenly, and reached for the short sword pinned to his waist......

(End of chapter)