For foreigners, Castile is a tourist destination, a human country full of beautiful scenery and exotic places. The Moorish castles of Granada, the snow-capped mountains of Santander, the wooded forests of Navarre, the silver-white beaches of the Costa del Sol, the bullrings of Ursalía...... A qiē is fascinating. However, this is only a glimpse of Castile from the glimpse of Stilla. Those who have lived in this land for generations have recognized another Castile hidden beneath a beautiful façade, real, not very beautiful, and cruel.

Any country has its moments of glory, and Castile is no exception. The title of the current king, Philip II, shows this truthfully - "...... By the grace of Mother Goddess, God bless the kings of Castile, the kings of León, Aragon, Navarre, Granada, Toledo, Valencia, Galicia, Mallorca, Seville, Córdoba, Murcia, Menorca, Jaén, Los Algarves, Algeciras, the Canary Islands, the continents and islands from one end of the sea to the other, the Grand Duke of Ostoria, the Duke of Brabant, the counts of Asperger, Flanders, Tyrol and Azugrana, the lords of Biscay and Molina......

From the lengthy and cumbersome title of His Majesty, we can still vaguely see the shadow of the great country that burned Charlemagne like a flame hundreds of years ago, and until a year ago it was still sailing abroad and showing its national prestige. Castile under the leadership of the "Two Kings of the Holy Church" conquered Granada and completed the "Reconquista", Captain Genoese, with the support of the King, led a fleet of only three ships across the ocean, and Garreon ships brought precious metals from abroad back to the country - those good days are still vivid in our minds.

But a shadow is just a shadow. The gold and silver that was brought back home from overseas was not converted into capital. It was used to promote the development of capitalist industry and commerce in Castile. After the Seven-Day War, the glory of the Castilian army and the Armada had long since fallen to the dust, and then various "pirates" swarmed up and attacked the Castilian merchant fleet and colonies. By the time Charlemagne's envoy Bellamy stormed the palace in Askeria to kill Queen Anna, the once glorious kingdom had been completely reduced to a second-rate state. Led by Bernard, Charlemagne's second prince, all the nations ridiculed the Kingdom of Castile as the "sick man of civilized society". All the powers are thinking about is how to divide up the richest possible inheritance when the "sick man" dies. In the end, Charlemagne, the old enemy, finally couldn't resist the moon of the year, and the iron hooves of Titans crossed the border, and the golden flirlis banner of the Charlemagne royal family and the red, white and black tricolor eagle flag of the Titans fluttered north of Castile. If it weren't for the fact that the rival powers could not agree on how to divide the "sick man's" legacy, and the other countries were deeply unhappy with Charlemagne's preemptive action. Centuries of Castile splendor and splendor will come to an end.

A series of disasters sent a huge shock up and down Castile. All sectors are trying to change the status quo in the country. Although there are different classes, ideologies, and ideas, people's enthusiasm for the motherland is the same. The splendor and decline of this generation of Castile people, due to the interplay of excessive enthusiasm, waves of ideas, and foreign forces with ulterior motives, have created a special national character of this generation of Castilians: they still have in their veins the brave, pious, and passionate blood inherited from their ancestors. But it needs the nourishment of modern civilization. They aspire to the prosperity of their homeland. But not with faith.

This subtle mentality, which borders on division, has a direct impact on all aspects of the country's politics, economy, and society. It was like a chemical reaction that sparked all kinds of strife and conflicts, and almost tore the country apart. Regardless, the country is moving at a slow but certainly pace. People still have hopes and expectations for the future. But even these hopes were interrupted by Titans' guns. Charlemagne's brazen invasion angered the proudest and blind men of the world, from the regular army to the militia, from the old man to the young man, and even the old woman, the Castilian people joined the wave of resistance against Charlemagne's occupation one after another. And the Charlemagne, who was caught on fire by various guerrillas and terrorist attacks, retaliated even more brutally. Entire villages and cities were slaughtered, large and small squares, jungles where gallows and gallows were erected, and the sky was obscured by the smoke of burning corpses. The whole of northern Castile was shrouded in blood......

Juan led the donkey unhurriedly down the road, the dusty peasant with his clothes and hair bowing his head, occasionally raising his face, looking at his bloodshot eyeballs, and then continuing on his journey.

A dull, gloomy, and slightly dangerous aura haunted every pedestrian on the avenue, and even the occasional breeze seemed lifeless.

This was not the case in the past, and the road leading to the city of Salbadu was crowded with merchants, spices, precious stones, exotic animals, and so on. The peasants' lives are not too good, but they can go on anyway, and they can go into the city to buy some daily necessities and gadgets that women and children like when they are in the market. There are sounds of chatting and haggling everywhere, and there is never a shortage of laughter.

Since Charlemagne's arrival, everything has changed.

Juan did not understand what "fatherland", "glory", "nation" was, and when a group of soldiers in black uniforms walked by in front of him, he knew only one thing, and from today onwards, he had to pay taxes to these foreigners.

But everyone, including him, seems to be mistaken, those Charlemagnes are not rulers, they are a bunch of hooligans, thieves, bandits, murderers, a bunch of brutes in human skin. The landlords and thieves were bad enough in the past, and these black-skinned brutes were even worse than them, raping, killing, robbing, arson...... Except for the time-consuming scams, Titans has committed almost every violent crime one can think of - take valuable things when he sees them, arrest beautiful girls when he sees them, rush in and drive people away when he sees a big house, and kill men and women of all ages when they resist!

Juan had witnessed a merchant owner who was unwilling to accept a Charlemagne's military ticket, and the black-clad soldiers immediately captured the merchant's son. Stabbed with bayonets, picked up and thrown around, the soldiers laughed at the crying of dying children - what a bunch of brutes!

A foul smell poured into the nostrils, a strong rancid smell burned the mucous membranes, passers-by pulled up scarves or masks to shield the stench, and several old ladies prayed quietly, inaudible sobs and curses mixed in the prayers.

Located in the heart of the quadrilateral economic belt of Ursalia, Azugrana, Valencia and Basque Country, the city of Salbadu occupies an important role in trade and exchange as the gateway from the mainland to the south of Castile, from the time of Gilmania to the present day. And from a military point of view. The city of Sarbadhu is the only way to conquer Ursaliya. Whether or not they can take this place is the key to the battle, and the generals of Titans are determined to win it. They believed that they could reproduce the glory of conquering the city of Buda, and did not take the Castilian defenders into account in the slightest.

The arrogant Charlemagnes slammed headlong into the iron plate in this way, facing the 100,000 soldiers and civilians defending the city with a will to the death. Titans' 50,000 siege troops attacked continuously for more than 1 month without making any progress. The commander, Major General Lanat, was recalled to the country with an inhonorable dismissal. He was succeeded by the famous "Piercing Prince" - General Vlad.

Vlad led 48,000 soldiers to surround Salbadu, who had humiliated Titans. In 42 days of continuous shelling. The entire city was reduced to rubble with artillery shells, rockets, and fire oil bombs, and then the city walls were demolished section by section by concentrated artillery bombardment, and finally broke into the city. However, the citizens of Sarbadu are still engaged in house-to-house street battles with Titans. Vlad then decided to "clear the field" with mustard gas and fire. But the defenders of the city still held back. Three days later, the battle ended, with more than 10,000 casualties, more than 70,000 dead (3/4 of which were civilians) and more than 30,000 prisoners.

Vlad, who has always been arrogant, confessed to Prince Bernard: "This war is terrible, and victory is not easy to come by." He then added: "In order to completely break the Castilian sense of resistance, it is necessary to take drastic measures." ”

Vlad's report was approved, and with a "self-disposal" order, the Piercing Officer immediately began his old business of slaughtering captives with stakes.

Thirty thousand wooden stakes were erected on the road leading to the four directions of Sarbadu, and none of the victims, from able-bodied young men to old and weak women and children, were spared and their bodies were not allowed to be collected.

"Let those poor people remember our victory!"

Prince Bernard made this announcement at a military parade celebrating the conquest of Salbadu, to which Charlemagne applauded and inflicted harshness on the Castilians.

Heavy taxes, discriminatory policies, resource grabbing, land annexation, misuse of military tickets, slave labor - all the harsh policies are overwhelming. Life of extreme poverty is unbearable for the docile workers at the bottom, and sporadic uprisings and strikes are spreading throughout the North......

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

A group of horsemen rushed in shouting, all wrapped in all-black hooded cloaks. Black - can be both plain and reminiscent of gorgeous colors. The only people who wear uniforms of this color in northern Castile today are the Titans, the so-called Civil.Guard, who are known for their brutal and ruthless repression of the rural poor, judging by the bowler-brimmed hats they wear.

Due to sporadic uprisings and various terrorist attacks, Charlemagne's people were overwhelmed, but they were unable to deal with all riots in a timely manner due to the lack of mobile forces. So a group of willing Castilian people were recruited to form an armed police force to maintain law and order, that is, the National Guard, because Titans always called himself "the royal army", and the national guard was also called "the royal army". These men initially maintained law and order in rural areas, but gradually their responsibilities gradually expanded to towns and large cities, and later they were assigned some work such as "banditry" and "sweeping".

I don't know if it's because of the sudden increase in combat effectiveness after changing into a black skin, this group of former ruffians can always complete the assigned tasks. Wherever there was a peasant uprising, these crows appeared, and then the rebellious peasants and their families were all hung from trees, and all the farmland in the villages was burned.

These men were obviously Castilians, but they were more ruthless than Charlemagne's against their own compatriots, and if they were bumped into by them, they would be seriously injured at best, and they might be killed on the spot if they were unlucky.

"Get out of the way! Your Excellency's carriage is about to pass!, all stand and salute!!"

A chubby sergeant shouted at the top of his voice, I don't know if it was because he was too fat, or if the sergeant deliberately controlled the speed of the horse. The panicked crowd finally had a buffer to react, and they stepped back from the roadbed to stand where they were, talking in whispers.

"Isn't the Governor, dead?"

"Shhh

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, we have nothing but this life!"

"Governor Bruno is dead, yes, now the new Governor is here. ”

"Cut, there's another insatiable pig. ”

"I heard that this time it's the royal family. ”

"It doesn't matter if he's royal or whatever, look, in a few days 'Zorro will kill his dog!"

The leading cavalry appeared at this time, and the people closed their mouths and bowed their heads.

Led by a whole group of cuirassiers, the carriage with the golden iris logo slowly approached, and the carriage with white and gold decorations exuded an elegant and majestic atmosphere in the sun.

Heavily armed guards, far more extravagant pomp than the former governor, and the fleur-de-lis emblem that only the royal family could use—the sight of a qiē in front of them reinforced their suspicion that the carriage was a big man, most likely the rumored new governor of the royal family. People on both sides of the road took off their hats and bowed their heads to salute the motorcade. No one turned around, no one hid, and anyone who dared to do so would be seen as a contempt for Charlemagne's domination. That would have been disastrous, perhaps in the form of hard labor to death, or in the form of being a member of the stake, depending on how the new governor felt.

- But so what?

In the hearts of all the Castilians present, the same sentence came out of the same sentence.

- The "fox" will kill this governor, just like the previous one.

The Doge would die, and every Charlemagne who set foot on Castilian soil would have to die, and the peasants were convinced of this. (To be continued......)