"Order the whole army to assemble and deal with the situation on the Gallic side at any time! All the generals of the armies shall come to the main camp at once!" the fat man decided to attack in advance, threw his report on the ground, and shouted loudly to the guards outside the door, and soon the generals of the various armies gathered in the largest central tent in the camp,

"Your Majesty, there's a fire burning in the direction of Gallic Kyoto, and the location of the black smoke looks like it's the aristocratic quarter," a guard walked in and whispered

"Well, the aristocratic district, that woman is so fast!" The fat man was pointing to the map and assigning tasks to the generals, and when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head, and a trace of gloom flashed on his solemn face,

He didn't care about the deaths and injuries of the Gallic nobility, he was worried about the various talents of Gaul who were involved in this turmoil, and the Gallic Empire adopted a system of nobility and vassals, and a noble family was involved, and there might be a series of vassals such as scribes, accountants, craftsmen, calculators, geographical cartographers, weapon foundries, etc.,

And Algernon Julia is famous for her ruthlessness, in the chaos in the southwest region, in order to block the dragon armored cavalry of the Murphy family, and even directly use civilians as physical shields, now at this critical moment, even if there are more than 100,000 besieged city troops outside the city, they will launch a great purge, knowing that once this woman decides to pull out a certain family, it must be like a thunderbolt sweeping the hole, leaving no mercy, pulling out the main family, and will definitely not let go of these vassals, because no one dares to guarantee that there will be no one loyal to their master in that vassal, once such a person is missed, it will lay a hidden danger for their own destruction

"Do you all understand, tonight at midnight, we will attack the Gallic Kyoto!" The fat man took a deep breath, his gaze swept majestically over the faces of all the generals, and his hand focused on the large map on the table, "The main gate is in charge of the Central Army, the Salon Army attacks the North Gate, and the Southern Army follows the Central Army!"

The map comes from Angelio, the Ouchi ghost who spent a full month drawing on this map of the city streets of Kyoto in Gaul. And in the letter, it was guaranteed that it was the Gauls themselves, and there was no such detailed map of the distribution of Gallic Kyoto, with this map, the whole Gallic Kyoto was like stripped naked in front of the fat man, the layout of the Gauls' troops, and the several intersections that could be held were all marked on the map one by one, so the fat man was not in a hurry to attack Gallic Kyoto after breaking through the wall rock fort, and the fat man valued all kinds of books accumulated in the three hundred years of prosperity in the Gallic Kyoto Great Library, and the Gallic Ferrage Street, which was known as a thousand craftsmen......

"Yes. 陛xià!"

The generals all stood up, straightened up like sharp swords, responded neatly, their faces flushed, their morale was extremely high, and after waiting for seven days, they were finally going to officially attack the largest mega city in the north of Obarro, not to mention that this is still a big empire in Kyoto, just this idea. All made the generals feel that the blood belonging to the soldiers in their bodies was burning, and this battle was destined to be immortalized in history for thousands of years.

"In that case, let's go back and prepare immediately!"

The fat man waved his hand to the generals. The generals turned to leave, the fat man frowned as he looked at the black smoke over Gallic Kyoto like a wound, and after the sun set on the ridge, the sound of fierce fighting came from the city of Gallic Kyoto more and more clearly. The turmoil is expanding, and the fire is spreading from the aristocratic areas to many civilian areas.

Outside the city of Kyoto, Gaul. "Whew" The night wind blew the battle flags, like a huge forest swaying, and the 100,000 falcons were waiting for them. The two cavalry regiments of the Central Army had put their saddles on horseback, all the cavalry were wearing armor, the infantry clusters opened the strong ballista carts for the siege, the night wind was howling, blowing hundreds of large fires in front of the army array, the red fire shone on the rows of soldiers' armor, and in the darkness flashed the terrifying lustrous spears like a forest covering the earth,

The fat man looked up at the gloomy sky like ink, stretched out his hand, and a wet raindrop fell on his hand, "popping" the crystal clear water, scattered in the fat man's hand. The corners of the fat man's mouth twitched slightly. If so, it would be better to cry now than to surrender Gallic Kyoto earlier!"

Whoa"

As if in response to the contempt in the fat man's sentence, a dull rumbling sound came from the sky overhead, and a silver lightning flashed through the sky, illuminating the army below, like a huge beast standing silently, and the boundless heavy darkness gave people a powerful oppression, making people breathless,

Soldiers, swords, horses, and neat battle flags converged into a sea, exuding a murderous aura that soared into the sky. "Teacher!" Besukaya next to her tried her best to stabilize the frightened war horse under her crotch, her horse came from the northern cold land, where there is only snow and no rain, lightning is often a sign before a thunderstorm, it is one of the most terrible bad climates in the northern cold land, a huge thunderstorm can bombard an area hundreds of times in a row, if it is a wasteland, it is fine, if it is a human settlement, it is a ruined disaster "Providence is impermanent, many times, it is just people themselves misinterpret Providence!" The fat man stood quietly on his horse without any care, his black pupils shining, looking out at the Gallic Kyoto in front of him, the towering giant city towering, all the pride of a fierce nation. And tonight, this pride will no longer exist, now I just hope that the crazy woman will not destroy everything! "陛xià" ordered the cavalry to gallop behind him, "majesty, the whole army has been assembled"

"Got it. The fat man didn't look back, and answered. "Boom" thunder roared, white light reappeared, illuminating the sky in an instant, the outline of the mountains became whiter and whiter, and the generals looked at him in awe, standing straight behind the fat man. The black-pressed military array was silent, like a war knife that could destroy a qiē, flashing in the darkness with the brilliance of extinguishing a qiē

The Gallic Imperial Palace, full of running Janissaries, the maids and attendants in the palace have long been driven to an annex, and now the Imperial Palace has become the base camp of the Praetorian Guards, in the candlelight like the daylight, Algernon Giulia stands in front of a map of Kyoto, listening to a report from a Praetorian Guard officer, "We only caught Michelangelo, and the other consuls seem to have received the news in advance, and when we arrived, there was no one to be seen! The subordinates were worried that these guys had escaped from Kyoto in advance" The face of the young Praetorian Guard officer looked ugly, and it was the one who ordered the killing of all the people in Michelangeldo's mansion: "This is absolutely impossible! The city gates are all our people, unless the other party grows wings and flies out, and the action is only urgently carried out after the death of His Majesty the Emperor." Algernon Julia shook her head in confusion, and after a moment of silence, she said, "It should be tomorrow's royal meeting that will make them aware of something." I was going to wipe out all the targets at the Imperial Council! If that's the case, the situation is a little bad, and I haven't received a reply from the other groups except for your fifth group!"

"What, Mademoiselle mean, the others haven't come back yet?" the young officer's face changed

"Yes, go to the third group of the minister's house, go to the fourth group of the Ministry of Military Affairs, and the first and second groups of the control zhì ordnance warehouse. So far, no one has replied!" Algernon Julia said the names of several groups in her mouth, and the uneasy look on her face became more and more intense, what is going on? It stands to reason that it should be time to reply! Thinking that only one of the four eastern rulers had been caught, an ominous premonition rose in her heart,

According to the old rules of Gaul, the nobles of Kyoto in Gaul could have a certain number of private soldiers, especially some wealthy families who had their own fiefdoms or important ruling positions, and had tens of thousands of troops in other places. The number of private soldiers in the Kyoto Mansion ranged from five or six hundred to more than a thousand, all of whom were elites cultivated by various families with great effort and energy, and their weapons and armor were first-class in the empire.

That's why Algernon Julia decided to make a decisive move!

"Anyway, send someone to contact the other groups immediately!" Algernon Julia said as she pressed her hand heavily on the table and gritted her teeth, "I have a bad premonition, if I'm not mistaken. I am afraid that we have fallen into the trap of the wealthy families in Kyoto this time! Kyoto currently has 50,000 troops, of which more than 30,000 city guards will obviously not stand on our side, so there are only 17,000 Praetorian Guards on our side. And once the wealthy families of Gallic Kyoto united, the total number of private soldiers far exceeded the number of our Janissaries, and the emperor died, and the people were panicked, I originally thought of disarming these dangerous giants by surprise,

Although the emperor arranged some things about the successor in advance, after all, there was no upright heir, and he did not inform the entire empire according to the proclamation. Just as I promised His Majesty the Emperor, no matter what, even if my hands were stained with blood and I fell into hell after death and turned into a terrible ghost, I would let Gaul go down!"

The young guard officer nodded solemnly, and hurried away with a dozen of his subordinates, the door of the conference room closed again behind him, and there was already chaos outside. There were running soldiers everywhere, and there were bursts of fighting on the outskirts of the palace, "What's the matter?" the young officer stopped a Praetorian Guard who was hurrying to the palace with a stunned face

"Captain Robson, oh no, Captain Riso of the third team and Captain Tigray of the sixth team teamed up to kill Captain Duoduo of the second team, they are the spies of the wealthy families in Kyoto!"

Robson's body shook when he heard this, and he was shocked,

Risso's third team and Tigret's sixth team, with a combined strength of 6,000 people, are the most elite troops in the Praetorian Guard, plus the 3,000 people of the second team of Zeduo who were killed, the strength that this side can control will drop to less than 10,000 people at once, and the other side will have an additional 6,000 troops out of thin air.

And the fate of the other teams is unknown, and the palace only has the first team personally commanded by Algernon Giulia and the fifth team brought back by himself, which adds up to only five thousand people,

The situation has been completely reversed!This is a conspiracy1 Robson gasped, no wonder the other party was able to predict the plan in advance, it turned out that even the most core captains were the other party's people, who knew what more terrible thick hands the other party had, Robson did not dare to delay, immediately turned around and pushed the door open, and reported the situation to Algernon Julia inside" Algernon Juilliard's pretty face had a hint of dead ashes, and when she heard that the two captains who relied on her right-hand hand threw themselves into the Kyoto giants, she had an urge to vomit blood, she knew that her plan had been completely exposed to the sight of the Kyoto giants, first to show a weak attitude, and then to fight back against the trend, these old foxes must be snickering somewhere now, "Can the palace still be held?" Algernon Julia walked to the clothes rack behind her, took off the skirt armor hanging there, and asked with a solemn expression. I'm afraid we won't last long!" Robson shook his head and replied, "The enemy is familiar with us, and the defense of the palace was arranged by the traitor of the third team, Liso, who knows better than us how to easily break through the defense line of the palace!" "I was already strange. How could Risso, who has always disliked arranging defenses, suddenly have such a great interest in the palace, it turns out. The other party was premeditated from the beginning!" Algernon Julia, whose face was pale, suddenly stopped, and said to Robson with a nervous expression, "You immediately take someone to the South Palace where the crown prince is!

At the end of the long street where the rain fell in Gallic Kyoto, the bright spots were rapidly increasing, converging into a shining ribbon of light, and the private soldiers of the wealthy families wearing various colors of fine armor were gathering, and the hooves were roaring. Lightning streaked across the sky, shining brightly,

"Captain Restylane, you've failed. Don't struggle for nothing!Join our side, we won't do you any good!" Wicker, the Minister of the Interior of the Gallic Empire, rode on a warhorse, looked at the broken Praetorian Guard behind the pile of corpses in front of him, and shouted to one of the officers covered in blood

"Don't talk in vain, you moths that grow on the body of the empire, the soldiers in front are fighting, and you are making war profits in the back!"

The Praetorian Guard officer was unceremoniously scolded, and the long street in front of him was covered with dead bodies, all dressed in the clothes of the Palace Janissaries. The body was full of arrows, and the bright red human blood gathered with the rain, and the rain hit the corpse from a high place, making it look extremely cold. On the rooftops on both sides of the long street, countless private archers stood there, looking down with cold eyes,

"Since Captain Restylane is so insistent. Then I won't force it!" A smile appeared on the corner of the Home Secretary Wicker's mouth, and he raised a hand, and a group of light infantry with light shields in his hand was ordered to drive in to clear the battlefield. They moved the corpses away, and mended the Janissaries, who had not yet completely lost their breath.

"You bastards, what you have killed is the pillars and future of this country!" The officer known as Relan watched his subordinates being slaughtered one by one, his eyes cracked, and he let out a terrible roar, "Are you still holding on?" The corners of Wicker's mouth pursed contemptuously, as one of the four giants in Kyoto, the private soldiers of the Wick family are as many as 1,400 people, and since the last time he asked to transfer back to the Biyan Fort troops, he has been preparing, uniting all the wealthy families in Kyoto, bribing the senior officers in the Praetorian Guard with a lot of money, secretly mobilizing 5,000 elite troops from the fiefdom, taking advantage of the chaos at the city gate last time, all of them mixed into the city of Kyoto with the rout, and it was not until now that he suddenly attacked, and directly blocked the more than 2,000 Gallic Janissaries who came to arrest him in this long street that must be passed

"In that case, let's die!" Wicker sneered at the corner of his mouth, and the huge infantry group behind him rushed into the long street, just in the narrow corridor full of corpses, the two sabers were shining, and the sonorous sound of weapons clashing was like a sound,

"Kill!" The weapons and combat effectiveness of the private soldiers were not under the Praetorian Guards, the smell of blood was mixed in the wind, the sound of tragic fighting resounded through the long street, under the illumination of torches, countless stabbing spears swarmed and swarmed, blood splashed, screaming one after another, one after another human bodies fell heavily, the dying soldiers were screaming in a low voice, a large amount of blood was like bright flowers, densely blooming on the blue stone slabs of the street, one after another, and finally gathered into a pool of blood, which was trampled on by those fast-moving leather boots and splashed all over the ground.

The Praetorian Guards curled up at the corner of the long street, and the bayonets in their hands were flattened and stabbed with all their might, and the bayonets that were 'drawn' were dyed scarlet, and the sticky blood splashed on the ground;

Countless bayonets on the opposite side of the "pop" slammed into the shield, constantly making a crashing sound similar to a torrential rain hitting the ground, and they were so close that they were almost close to the enemy's head,

"Hold on, our reinforcements will come soon!" The Gallic officer Ruilan, who was covered in blood, kept pulling out a powerful Gallic bow, and quickly shot out a cluster of arrows to shoot the oncoming private soldiers, shot the last arrow cluster out, and pulled out a heavy sword weighing more than ten pounds as a hammer.

"Forward, there are not many of them, get through here, we can go to the palace" The private soldiers around shouted, one team turned over, and another team came, and the private soldiers who stood on the roof of the house on the high place were also shooting arrows downward, and there were no more people who could stand under the eaves, and the dense arrows had covered the human body.

Relan, the captain of the 7th Palean Guard of Gaul, was killed by random arrows, and none of his men escaped.

At the last moment of life. The Janissaries collectively chose dignity. In the midst of the mutilated corpses, the most panting Praetorian Guard, holding his sword high, collided with a private soldier and was dismembered by a knife, and the sound of the fight gradually subsided, and the inhabitants of Gallic Kyoto trembled behind the door, peeking through the cracks in the window to watch the fierce battle. There had not been such a tragic large-scale battle for hundreds of years, and they couldn't figure out why their own people killed their own people first when the enemy's army was pressing the border!

At this time, at the gate of Gallic Kyoto, a hanging blue slowly lowered from the height of the city wall under the gaze of 100,000 people.

"What's the situation?" the generals looked at each other, and it was less than an hour before midnight to attack, "Is that her?"

The fat man's face was as strict as ice, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his hand clenched the reins, and with his keen eagle-like gaze, he saw better than others that there was a person on the hanging blue......, and it was a woman!