Kyoto, Gallic Empire

In a spacious golden hall, the warm ceiling chandeliers emit a soft yellow light, and the wall lamps on the walls reflect the whole hall with golden brilliance.

In the corner of the hall the beautiful music of the band, the crowd dances gracefully and gently, and the soft and soothing sound of the harp bagpipes is mixed with the sound of a small grand piano.

On the side of the banquet hall, some nobles with wine glasses staggered and casually talked about some interesting things about the war in the south of the empire.

'Everyone, be quiet, be quiet, please leave me a little bit of time for Pestalin'

A man in a white gown walked up to the bandstand in front of the band and clapped his hands lightly under the gaze of everyone.

On his right chest, the golden sword and shield of the Imperial Guard hung from his right chest, and he stood tall and straight, as the man's voice rang out.

'Pestalin, every time I get to the critical moment, you come out to stir up the situation!' an unhappy male voice came out of the crowd.' Don't forget to compensate me when the meeting is over!'

'Well, when the meeting is over, a few of you can come to my private party, and of course it would be better if a few noble and beautiful ladies could join," Pestalin winked.

'You guy.' There was a burst of ambiguous chuckles from the crowd.

Pestalin took out a proclamation from his bosom, and said with a smile on his face, "Everyone should have heard the news, the empire has made heavy progress in countering the rebellion in the northwest region, the famous general of the empire, Lord Hasenrambo, has dealt a heavy blow to the rebels in the northwest in one fell swoop, and the Vikia Falcon that he fought has lost his troops and suffered countless casualties, and now he has sent a messenger to sue for peace to Gaul Kyoto, what a pity" Pestalin's voice stopped and shrugged his shoulders. Said helplessly with his arms outstretched

"Originally, I wanted to go to the northwest to meet the Vichian Falcon who was called the god of war by the barbarians in the northwest, and I wanted to put the Gavin sword in my hand on the barbarian king's trembling shoulders, and tell him, what is the invincible Gallic lion!

"Haha!" there was a chuckle from the group of nobles

'Pestalin, you just talk nonsense, if you really see that barbarian king, you will probably be the one who will be scared to pee your pants on the spot!' someone laughed and said loudly

"How is that possible, I'm an officer of the Gallic Praetorian Guard, and I'm going to be scared to pee my pants and what kind of barbarian king is!" Pestalyn waved his hand with a reserved smile on his face, "Okay." Now let's get down to business!"

"Serious business, what else else can you do with Pestalin?" questioned below, and everyone's eyes were on him

"This ...... But sure, after all, I'm also an Imperial soldier!"

Pestalin's face was embarrassed, and his head was slightly sweating when he was watched, and he had to raise the sealed letter in his hand and said loudly, "Two months ago, the 5th and 7th Infantry Regiments of the Praetorian Guard left Kyoto and marched to the northwest, my brother. The commander of the 5th Infantry Regiment of the Praetorian Guard, Pesby Bigail, had the honor of participating in this crusade, and this is a letter from my brother, and I came here before I immediately opened it, hoping that everyone would be able to watch the contents of the letter with me, this honor. It's supposed to be all the same.'

"Great, is Lord Pesbigail going to triumph, then the others will come back too" The nobles below began to stir, and many of the Praetorian Guards sent to the northwest were from their circle,

"The Northwest has surrendered. It should be soon!"

Pestalin looked proud, his voice stopped, he raised his head and said loudly, "Do you want to know the truth of the war in the Northwest, do you want to know how the sword of the empire punishes those arrogant and greedy Northwesterners?"

'Gladly.' The eyes of the young Kyoto aristocracy lit up. They raised their glasses excitedly, 'For the Empire!'

'For the Empire!' everyone shouted loudly, and took a sip of the wine into their mouths, and the rich aroma of the wine immediately filled the hall

"All of you come with me!"

Pestalin walked to the spacious balcony on the right side of the hall, followed by other noble officers and ladies, and the crowd gathered on the extremely wide marble balcony, which was built in the air on the third floor, and the moon was shining outside the window

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, his fingers gently opened the letter in his hand, and the familiar red handwriting of his brother Peth Biguel came into view: "The war in the southwest is unfavorable, the enemy army has been besieging the city for a month, the army has run out of food, my colleagues have starved to death and countless wounded and sick, and the reinforcements have not arrived, so they can only be maintained by gnawing on corpses......

'This is!'" Pestalin's hand holding the letter trembled, as if he was holding a reddened soldering iron, and his smiling expression froze suddenly.A faint smell of blood drifted with the night wind, gnawing at corpses and reducing them to food in the stomachs of others...... Pestalin couldn't look at it anymore, "Pestalin, what's wrong with you?" The young nobles below saw Pestalin's eyes glazed when they saw Pestalin holding the letter in their hands, their faces turned pale, and they felt that the atmosphere was not right

A young nobleman who had a good relationship with Pesdalin in the past hurriedly stepped forward, supported Pesdalin in a very poor state with one hand, and inadvertently swept the letter in Pesdalin's hand, and was suddenly stupid, only to see that the whole letter was actually written in blood, and one corner was still stained with bright red and dried blood, and the words wept blood, and it was the tradition of the Gallic warriors to write a suicide note in blood! There is no doubt that this letter was not a success, but a suicide note written in blood by Pesbiger, the commander of the Fifth Infantry Regiment of the Praetorian Guard!

"Could it be that the war in the southwest has failed?" suddenly resounded with a sound of grace below

"Oh my God, it's a blood book!" a sharp-eyed nobleman shouted in horror as he looked at the blood-stained corner of the letter in Pestalin's hand......

"Lord Hukochili, what do you want to do by doing this?"

Acting as a liaison officer, Fitanli angrily pushed open the door to Hukochili's room, a manor on the outskirts of Kyoto in Gaul, where the bright sunlight shone through the window, and the window was a quiet scene of an autumn manor

See the liaison officer of the Gallic side who came in, Fitanly. Hukochili turned back from the window and said with an angry expression

"What do you mean by this, Lord Fedanli? Since you arrived in Kyoto in Gaul three days ago, you have placed me here on the grounds that Kyoto is holding a celebration and that foreign affairs are not being dealt with for the time being, and I would like to ask if the Gallic military department wants to sign an armistice agreement for such a neglect of this negotiation.

"If you don't want to sign, I'll leave immediately! If it weren't for the fact that this war has already caused the displacement of millions of civilians, my majesty would have taken pity on me and did not want to involve more civilians in it, so I would have ordered a full-scale attack on Rasti's right flank.

"This!" heard Hukochi's momentum of wanting to go back. Suddenly, like a deflated ball, he said with an embarrassed face, "The Ministry of Military Affairs has worked very hard to report this matter to His Majesty the Emperor.

But now it is indeed during the celebration, and it is impossible for His Majesty to come forward openly. Moreover, such an important foreign matter can only be decided by the Imperial Council, and the time of the Imperial Council is the day after tomorrow, and there will be a reply soon! Your Excellency doesn't need to send the suicide notes of the Praetorian Guards who died in the Battle of the Southwest everywhere!

"The issuance of suicide notes is just a tacit promise between the fighters"

The corner of Hukochili's mouth sneered: "The Praetorian Guard of your country has been holding the southwestern capital for a month without any foreign aid or food. "Of course, Hukochili will not say, it's not that no one surrendered, it's that His Majesty Falcon has a strict order, for the Gallic Janissaries who killed hundreds of thousands of civilians in the southwestern capital without taking prisoners, there is only one policy, kill, not one!

The fat man needs the blood of tens of thousands of Praetorian Guards to give an explanation to the suffering southwesterners,

But on the bright side, I still have to say that the Gallic Janissaries are really a stubborn force that has been fighting, and the fight to the death will not be reduced to the last man, a week before the city is broken, the Northwest Commander Stambinse, who feels that there is no hope of victory, has already chosen to apologize for his crimes.

As for the core character of Algernon Julia, he was forgotten by the fat man's deliberate release of water, there is no way, the fat man is still counting on this woman to return to Gallic Kyoto, because this woman is followed by an inside line named Angelio,

This is an important inside line that the fat man has spent a lot of effort to cultivate, as long as he can follow this woman, the news of the high-level in Gaul will continue to come back, and even at a critical moment, it will play a decisive role in turning the situation around

In this battle of the southwest capital, Angelio followed the instructions of the fat man, and at the last moment before the army broke through the city, he gave Algernon Julia a solution, "Since the Falcon Army is besieging the Gallic Janissaries with a Kyoto accent, there is no indication for Miss Algernon Julia, which shows that the Falcon Army does not know the existence of Miss Algernon Julia, Miss Julia only needs to disguise herself as a civilian in the city, and she can leave the southwest capital in a grand manner!"

Angelio said with a solemn face, "I'm willing to follow Miss as a cover, a pure Northwest person should deal with the interrogation, I believe the Falcon Army will not suspect it!" "Okay, that's all!" In this way, Giulia Algernon, dressed in tattered sackcloth, bowed her head, her pretty face smeared with black ash on the wall, walked in the southwestern capital with a desolate expression, and there were only a few close maids in the same costume beside her, and Angelio dressed as an elder, and behind them was the whole team of falcons who had already controlled three-quarters of the city area

A huge fireball with a black tail in the air swept across the sky and smashed into the streets where the Janissaries were defending, booming, stones mixed with fiery red smoke and scattering, and the Gallic Janissaries, with their iron shields, were not spared before such a violent splash.

Several lit fire men shouted fiercely, billowing black smoke rose from the southwest corner of the city, and the remnants of thousands of Imperial Guards were cowering in the last quarter of the area to resist desperately,

In this battle, they had no way out but to die, and the battle of the southwest was already a hopeless death since the Falcon Army took the initiative to attack Rustie and broke the strategic deployment of the Gauls inside and outside in one fell swoop. "Stop, who are you?" A group of Falcon Troopers stopped Angelio, and no one paid attention to the women next to him, "My lord, I'm a merchant from Sonde!" Angelio looked humble, and quickly bent down and saluted a merchant,

"The merchant of Rosender?" the captain of the Falcon Infantry was stunned for a moment, because it was a pure Roseend accent, and he was extremely familiar with the customs and customs of Rose, Angelio didn't make much effort. Naturally, the Falcon infantry captain asked, "Who are these women?"

The falcon infantry captain waved his hand to Angelio, and glanced at the several women behind Angelio, a little trance, although he was dressed in sackcloth and his face was smeared with black ash, his graceful figure was still unconcealable, especially the female guard of the Wang family's perennial exercise was quite good, "It's my daughter and her maids!" Angelio's face looked a little unnatural, he was afraid that this falcon infantry captain would ask in person. Immediately, he quickly said, "There are too many people who have died recently, and there are corpses everywhere, and they are all frightened." So he didn't even dare to speak!" "Are you too scared to speak? Is that really the case?" the Falcon Infantry Captain swept his gaze, frowned slightly, and walked slowly over and circled around Algernon Julia. His eyes were full of fierce light,

"That's terrible!"

Angelio stood still and didn't dare to move, secretly complaining in his heart. He knew where the loopholes were, his face and clothes could be made up, but the arrogance that came out of his bones was too obvious in Julia, a woman

"Your name!" The infantry captain stopped, looked at Algernon Julia with his head down, and suddenly asked sharply with a cold face, and the air suddenly became heavy, "Damn!" Algernon Julia lowered her head, clenched her pink fists, and cursed in her heart, I didn't expect an ordinary infantry captain of the Falcon Army to have such a meticulous mind, at this moment, 1 even if you are bold, you don't dare to speak, as soon as you open your mouth, it is Kyoto dialect!"Answer me, otherwise, I will order you to be arrested!" The infantry captain raised his hand, and dozens of falcons behind him quickly surrounded several people in the middle, and the sharp spears made Angelio's face change, "Linsta, what are you rubbing here! Lord Lasati in front, but I'm looking for you everywhere!" A young man wearing the uniform of the squadron leader of the falconry came over and shouted to the interrogating infantry captain, "It's Lord Asoron of the Guards!" Seeing this young man, the captain of the Falcon infantry quickly turned around and gave a military salute with a sneer on his face. Okay, don't bother, do you suspect that these women are the Gallic Praetorian Guard?" The Falcon Guards officer named Asoron said half-jokingly, "How is that possible, everyone knows that the Gallic Janissaries are all men!, but I think it's a little strange, I'll go to the front right away" The Falcon Infantry Captain responded repeatedly, waved his hand to the surrounding soldiers in a panic, and the soldiers around him quickly withdrew, following him and heading forward, "When is it, and you are still walking around with women, you are really not afraid of death!"

Watching the Falcon infantry captain leave, Athoro impatiently waved his hand to Angelio, who was still in a daze, "It's a bit messy now, if it weren't for the sake of my wife who is also a Sonde, I wouldn't bother to care about you! Be careful!"

"Yes, thank you!" Angelio looked grateful, but he was actually scared into a cold sweat, and hurriedly left with Algernon Julia and a few royal maids

"It's finally done!" Your Majesty's mission ......" On the half-collapsed city wall of the southwest capital, looking at Angelio and his party in the distance, Asolon leaned on a pillar that was blackened by the fire next to him, took out a sweet leaf grass from the inner lining of the armor, threw it in his mouth and chewed it, he had been following behind since just now, and the task was to protect Angelio and his party from leaving the southwest capital safely,

The core of this task is that Angelio must go to Gallic Kyoto, which is also the reason why the fat man asked Angelio to propose to build yì, Algernon Julia, a femme fatale, is extremely meticulous, as long as she wants to get out of the southwestern capital besieged by the army, she must bring Angelio, a real northwesterner, to deal with the interrogation, and Angelio can also rely on this incident to become the most trusted person of Algerio Julia, as long as she returns to Kyoto, she will definitely be able to contact the core of the Gallic high-level,

"Although we are enemies, we are also full of awe to clean up their bones" In the room, Hu Keqili pretended to be cautious and said, "Those who found suicide notes were carefully packed, just hoping that these Janissaries could finally have a trace of their souls to return to their hometowns, so that their relatives could have something to rely on, if Lord Fedanli thinks that such a move is wrong, then I can only say that these soldiers are too worthless to die, and even their own country is unwilling to admit their struggle!"

"Of course I don't mean that!" The corners of Fei Tanli's mouth were bitter, his face was a little dark, he lowered his head and didn't dare to meet Hukochili's gaze, of course he couldn't say that 10,000 Imperial Praetorian Guards died in the southwest, this news has been blocked by the Imperial side, these Janissaries are all from the aristocratic class of Kyoto in Gaul, and the personal pain caused by the nobles of Kyoto is far stronger than the hundreds of thousands of ordinary troops killed in other regions,

Especially this time, a large number of suicide notes from the Praetorian Guards appeared, and the entire Gallic Kyoto was already in chaos, and the nobles and wealthy families had blocked the door of the Gallic Military Department, questioning the specific situation of the Battle of the Southwest.

The Gallic Military Department was already in a hurry, and the aggressive offensive of the northwest side made the Gallic military even send regional reserves some time ago.

The battle damage of more than 300,000 troops had already made it impossible for the Gallic Military Department to clean up, and now such a thing was being made, according to the news from the inner court, in view of the seriousness of the situation, the imperial council of His Majesty the Emperor was brought forward to tomorrow. ，

Over Kyoto in Gaul, a storm is gathering (to be continued......)