The next moment, Lysius chased him out of the gate. He was shocked to see that those wolf-skin warriors who had always been known as one against ten during the Norman invasion and the internal conflicts of the Northern Alliance were like puppets in a paper lake. , was swept by a small group of plate armored knights with halberds, axes and guns.
Their superb fighting skills and extraordinary bravery had not had time to show off; even the men with long-handled broad swords and iron-inlaid shields were smashed and knocked away, and they were hit all over the bishop's palace like rolling balls. Between the pillars and walls, the bodies were broken and the people vomited blood and could not get back up.
Occasionally, there are wolf-skinned warriors who are aroused with fierceness, howling fiercely like wild beasts; regardless of casualties, they rush through the gaps between halberds, axes and guns, and cling to the back and shoulders of a plate-armored knight, using a knife to attack them. The dagger stabbed into the gap between the armor and the stomach, and then was blown away by some kind of shock.
There are even some plate-armored knights who pull the rotating tube weapons hanging under their arms, and spray the flames, iron slag, and lead at the armor stomach of their companions; The wolf-skinned warrior pressing on the ground was bombarded with blood and flesh flying everywhere and was instantly wiped away...
"Heritage knights of the kingdom! Aren't they already in decline..." Lisius shouted this sentence almost like a groan, and without hesitation, he took the lead and fled inward, tearing off his armor and robes at the same time. . The next moment, he was knocked unconscious by a corpse flying from behind.
Half an hour later, Jiang Tian also entered the Bishop's Palace, which was the residence of the former Northwest Archbishop and is now the royal party's base camp and puppet palace. One after another, prisoners covered in blood and minced meat were seen kneeling in the corridor with their hands tied behind their backs, accepting Jiang Tian's inspection. Falfner introduced from the side:
"Your Majesty, our soldiers have successfully captured the Count of Trier and most of the members of his puppet court; they are now being screened by Antoine."
"In addition, we also found the bodies of the Count of Namur, who led the army, and Viscount Stella of the Luxembourg Army; we captured Bratban's regiment commander, five company commanders, and twenty-seven company captains;"
"But later I learned that the night before the city was breached, Archduke Bratban, escorted by the Brussels Guards and the Silver Wolf Knights, abandoned most of his troops and baggage and escaped through the northern city gate."
"It's just that when our assault knight team arrived inside the Bishop's Palace, they found that 'Marian', who pretended to be the queen, was even hanging out with her lover... So, something unseemly happened."
Then Falfner, with a face filled with contempt and disdain, pushed open the door to the innermost bedroom with his own hands. The mixed smell of vomit, excrement and body fluids that hit his face also made Jiang Tian's expression a little complicated. A moment later, he also got good news and bad news.
The good news is that Marianne I, who has been on the throne for only a week, is not a real member of the royal family, Princess Theresia; she is just a poor bastard who is supported by people with ulterior motives and used to attract and gather the remnants of the royal party. This way Ms. Malena can at least feel at ease.
But the bad news is that in addition to the fact that Princess Theresia was taken away by unknown forces during the Blood Moon Incident and her whereabouts are still unknown; outside the Kingdom of Zealand, which is gradually being pacified, someone is working hard to compile a plan against the new regime of the Kingdom. The encirclement network is just like the previous successive governments.
Supporting Count Trier to intervene in the civil strife of the Sealand Kingdom and support the fake Princess Theresia in the Northern Province is just one of a series of operations in this conspiracy and planning. But then Jiang Tian laughed. After all, this is the only way to be challenging and potentially fun.
Compared to another time and space, the Gallic chicken became the source of daily milk jokes; as a newly born kingdom, how could it gather the centripetal force of the same enemy and shape the country without being forged by several foreign encirclement networks and joint intervention forces? What about the concept of state and nation?
In fact, among the countries in the Western Continent, there are only a handful of countries that have the ability and sufficient resources to invest and operate such things; coupled with the origins of the Union of Northern Ireland and the Duchy of Saxony, it is basically a matter of guessing. . The next step is to pursue the victory and expand the results.
A week later, in the hinterland of the Principality of Brabant, there was a golden field with rolling wheat waves and fragrant wind. Under the fluttering smiling sun flag, the endless winding forest of spears and halberds, sword and shield bearers, musketeers, and horse-drawn artillery carts marched toward the distant city of Brussels amidst the sounds of drums and military songs.
And on the vast land behind them, there are rising smoke pillars; there are also flags with bright heraldry running around. Those were the armies from the Dutch princes and their vassals, which were infiltrating both sides of the road like locusts, plundering the remaining towns and villages.
There are also groups of soldiers and civilians who come from other areas, working hard to harvest the wheat that these towns and villages have no time to harvest; they have become teams of vehicles and livestock flowing on the road, converging on the designated area of the royal army. in the base, and exchange it for corresponding rewards.
"Your Majesty, our outpost cavalry company has arrived at the town of Waterloo, not far from Brussels." Athos, a Brabant man who is the military police major on duty, reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, please tell me whether you want to arrange camping on the spot. land and launch a tentative attack?"
"Waterloo?" Jiang Tian felt a little sad when he heard this name. Isn't this the emperor of another time and space, the final place where the Hundred Days Restoration failed? It's just that in this time and space, there may be no allusions related to Waterloo. "The camp is allowed, but the attack is in no hurry."
"By the way, Athos." Jiang Tian looked at the strong man in front of him with a strong figure and full military uniform and said with interest: "I heard that you were also a mercenary from Brabant. I wonder what your thoughts and experiences are now when you revisit your old place?"
"Actually, my memories of my hometown are not that good." Athos said with a shy expression on his face: "Basically, all that's left is hunger and destitution, and constant fighting; the only way out is I followed my elders and fellow villagers and lived by licking blood with swords."
"So, I would also like to thank your Majesty for your kindness in allowing my hometown village to be moved to a good place in the kingdom; and thank you even more for allowing our fellow villagers to return to their respective villages, kill those lords and tax collectors, and provide income to the poor people. Down and out young people, a new way out."
——I am the dividing line of the plot——
At the same time, the Egmont Palace in Brussels. The door to the dormitory, which had been closed since the return of the Duke of Brabant, was knocked hard from the outside again. However, before he could wait, the Duke of Brabant, who was covered in sweat, smelly and unshaven, struggled up from the pile of wine bottles.
The facade, covered with thick withered flowers and covered with silk, was suddenly cracked open with an ax one after another in the midst of brief and intense movements. Then, along the ever-expanding gap, an arm with a lace sleeve stretched out, lifted the remaining lock in the door, and pushed it open with force.
"Damn it..." Duke Brabant, who was still drunk, saw a few familiar faces of his ministers gathered outside the door at a glance. He couldn't help shouting with his fingers: "Karl! Albu! Recht! What do you want to do?" What, are you trying to kill the lord who swore an oath?"
However, the vassals whose names were called did not reply; instead, they all stepped back a few steps, revealing a figure wearing a shiny plate breastplate and holding a patterned battle ax. But it was Guilmond, the eldest son of the Duke of Brabant, the current Viscount of Brussels, and the leader of the guard.
"It turns out it's you! Kit, my child." Upon seeing this, Duke Brabant narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Are you so impatient that you want to pass me and sit on the throne of the palace? You At what point did you make them all your accomplices..."
"No, father, or rather the Duke." However, Guilmond, who was tall and had curly brown hair, dropped his battle ax and knelt down in the tunnel without hesitation: "I just want you to know one thing. The enemy has approached our capital, and we need you to make a decision."
"Decision? What decision?" However, when the Duke of Brabant heard this, he shook his drunken head and asked: "Didn't I already leave the city defense of Brussels and the handling of subsequent matters to you? ? Otherwise, why do you threaten my palace?"
"Father!" However, Guilmond said more and more urgently: "You have not been seen since your return; of course you don't know that during this period, the enemy has destroyed the country of Namur and forced It surrendered to Luxembourg and occupied most of our territory."
"In the past few days, we have successively lost Selev, Nevenden, Fullerus, Langdonwan..., our cities, towns, and villages have been looted, even the manors and castles of the vassal knights. Not spared, our subjects cried out in suffering..."
"If you can't cheer up and continue to lead us to make the right decision..." Guilmond said this, hesitating and then said: "Those nobles, knights and family vassals who have lost their territories and castles must all Abandon our family and find a way out on our own."
"A way out? Do they want to launch a rebellion? Or use my head to please those heretics?" The Duke of Brabant, with his scruffy beard, suddenly came to his senses and sneered: "Let them come, at least I still have Brussels , and the general public who support me.”
"Your Majesty the Duke!" Guilmond said urgently: "Do you still believe the lies of the unknown woman and hope that the troops from North Laine and the Saxons can arrive in time to rescue you? All our fortresses and cities are... I couldn't hold off the enemy for long..."
"The self-defense regiments and guerrilla companies composed of the nobles and knights of the principality also suffered heavy losses in the battle with the Dutch princes; a large number of local residents were even moved abroad; some were even lured by the enemy, and Become an accomplice in the destruction of our country."
"Then... what do you want?" Duke Brabant had completely calmed down and asked with a complex expression: "Is it to cede land and pay compensation? Or to strip the title? More harsh vassal terms for the suzerain?... In addition, there are Are there any additional conditions?"
"No matter what, as long as we can start negotiations with the other party." Guilmond breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and said reluctantly: "It's just a prerequisite. You need to announce your abdication and seclusion in order to send troops to invade the kingdom's territory and support the kingdom's rebellion. Be responsible for your actions.”
