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The Isle of Wight is located in the southernmost part of the British Isles, separated by only one channel from mainland England.

The Isle of Wight is one of the sunniest areas in the British Isles, with its beautiful scenery, abundant aquatic products and mild climate, and for this reason, a royal palace called Osborne Palace was built on the island, and many members of the English royal family choose to come here for a holiday in autumn and winter until the beginning of spring.

And now, it is no longer the beautiful scenery of the beginning, and the previous idle and comfortable atmosphere is no longer there, and it has become a sad and solemn place!

The civil war in England has come to an end, and the Isle of Wight is the final battlefield!

The narrow Solent Strait is now crowded with countless warships, large and small, and countless people are killing on the deck and on the sea.

It is not difficult to distinguish between the two warring parties, one side is a white cross on a black background, and they are the independent party that supports Cromwell, the Lord Protector, and is ready to establish a parliament and put the imperial power on the shelf. On the other side, the red and gold lion flags are, of course, the royalists who stubbornly stand on the side of Elizabeth, the current queen of England.

And it is clear that judging from the change of flags, it is the Independence Party of His Excellency Protector that has the upper hand!

The warships with the red and golden lion flags sank one by one, and the warriors in ancient and gorgeous armor sank into the water one by one, while the rest were oppressed and retreated towards the Isle of Wight.

With the defeat in the naval battle, the royalists were no longer able to compete with the Independence Party. From the beginning of their vigorous sweep across most of England, they were on an equal footing with the Independents, and they fought back and forth, but the war has continued until now, and they are only left with the last territory of the Isle of Wight. And the enemy on the opposite side will soon set foot on this small island, kill them, or drive them out to sea, and win the war once and for all.

At the top of Fort White, Her Majesty the Young Empress looked at the battle below with a gloomy face. She pursed her lips, a delicate fan in her hand was squeezed tightly by her, her wrists trembled, and her joints turned white.

Then, her eyes looked to the sky.

High in the sky, it is naturally a battlefield for the martial saints.

A golden ball of light stood in the sky, emitting a dazzling golden light all the time, like a small sun. It was none other than the Protector of Far Ireland, the "Child of Light" Cú Chulainn.

In his hands, the rays of light turned into countless golden spears, shooting out in all directions, intending to stab the opponent who was as slippery as a loach.

His opponent is a white light!

The white light was not big, but it was extremely fast, extremely sharp, shaped like a silver-white long sword, and it was flying around the golden ball of light, and it was ready to stab out at any time and stab the ball of light.

The speed of the white light was incredible, behind it, there were bursts of explosions and white ripples, which was the manifestation of the air being torn apart and the sound barrier being breached!

And it does not fly in a straight line or a fixed trajectory, in the rain of golden spears, it is like a white silver snake, flexible to change the direction of travel, and often rubbing the golden light spear, looking extremely thrilling.

But if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that this white light is slowly approaching the golden ball of light, approaching its central core, and even occasionally, its blade has touched the edge of the golden ball of light, and it may pierce into the ball of light at any time!

In the face of such a thrilling attack, even a famous veteran martial saint, the "Child of Light" Cú Chulainn was not easy to deal with, his whole body was blazing, completely dyeing him into a golden man, and the spear in his hand was so fast that he couldn't even see a shadow.

But the battle did not last long, and when the battle on the sea was over and the royalists were all forced back to the Isle of Wight, the trumpets of retreat sounded on the part of the Independents.

The huge fleet slowly retreated, leaving only a mess on the surface of the sea, which was a series of warships slowly sinking into the water, pieces of burning wreckage, corpses floating on the water

The battle in the sky was over, and the little golden sun retreated towards the fleet, and the white sword light did not pursue, but with a deft spin, it shot towards the castle high on the island.

As the sky slowly darkened, the victorious fleet began to return to the port not far away to repair and rest, while the royalist fighters, who had finally withdrawn to the island, began to bandage their wounds and repair the fortifications in preparation for the next day's landing interception.

But everyone knows that the next day will be the last day of this war. Firmly holding the upper hand, the Independence Party's army, which was dozens of times larger than the Royalists, would attack the Isle of Wight, completely annihilating the Royalists' forces and once again reuniting England.

Soldiers are also busy preparing in Osborne Palace, the highest point on the Isle of Wight and the only place on the entire island with walls.

Their faces were numb, and under the command of the commanders, they carried bundles of arrows, buckets of hot oil, and stones to the city wall, and piled them under the battlements

Not only ordinary soldiers, but also those generals who roared loudly and waved their whips, behind the loud roar, there was a deep despair, that is, there was no escape, and they could only wait for death!

"Resolutely refuse to surrender to the rebels, take no prisoners, and all rebels must be put to death if they are discovered!"

This is the order of His Excellency the Lord Protector, this so-called "rebel", even the current Empress, Her Majesty Elizabeth!

As the night wore on, the soldiers hid in the corners of the walls, under the battlements, as if the walls were not too high and not too thick to give them an infinite sense of security. They were in different states, some were biting their nails, some were frantically wiping their weapons, some were yelling, some were crying bitterly, but all of them were waiting, waiting for a new day, waiting for the final death.

At the top of the palace, in Her Majesty's room, a group of royalist ministers were trying to persuade each other.

"Your Majesty, you can't take care of so much now, so let's go!"

"It's the last chance now, and when they attack the city tomorrow, we can't run even if we want to!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, the boats are ready, they are all veterans of boats, the weather is good tonight, there is no moon, it is the best time to escape, you can't hesitate any longer." ”

"We are defeated, but we may not have a day of recovery. There are many examples in history of fleeing to other countries and finally successfully recovering the country! As long as we work hard, when Cromwell's rebel dies, it will not be difficult to come back and regain the throne!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! You have heard that Cromwell's rebellion wants your life! If you die, our hope in England will be completely lost!"

"Now there are still a lot of people in the country who support us, but they are forced by Cromwell's rebellious obscenity, and they dare not launch it, and when he dies, as long as we come back, it will not be difficult to regain the throne!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are still young, and you have time to spend with him, but you can't do stupid things!"

The bitter advice of the important ministers obviously had no effect, and Her Majesty held her forehead and waved them away: "You all go down first, let me think about it." ”

In desperation, the ministers had to leave one after another, and there were only two people left in the room.

One is Her Majesty Elizabeth, Queen of England, while the other is a knight in silver-white armor.

"Do you think I should run away?" said Queen Elizabeth's voice, with a tremor and disbelief.

"Your Majesty, it's up to you to decide. Even at this time, the white-armored knight was still personable, his tone was calm, and he stroked his chest and responded.

"But I'm a little afraid," said the Empress, with a rare weakness.

"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, whatever you choose, I will follow you. The white-armored knight's voice was gentle, with a warm smell that made people attached.

"Even if it's going to the mainland?" said the Empress's voice in a small voice.

"No matter where you go. The knight's voice was firm.

"But at the beginning, the Holy See, well, they didn't allow you," the Empress's voice became quieter, and at last it was almost inaudible.

After taking a long breath, the white-armored knight spoke: "I said that wherever you go, I will follow!