Parameswara was a short native of South Asia.
If you remove the gold crown on his head and the clothes embroidered with gold threads on his body, he looks no different from other natives.
Upon hearing the guard's suggestion to flee Malacca, Paramesura's expression suddenly changed from fear to anger.
He stood up, grabbed the guard's neck, and asked viciously: "Aza, do you want me to abandon the capital, abandon the palace, and flee into the mountains like those untouchables?"
Aza didn't expect that the king he had been guarding for many years would suddenly attack him. He wanted to defend himself, but Misula's strength was terrifying. Within a moment, he felt that his neck was about to break and his body was not affected. Struggling to control.
Seemingly noticing that Aza was about to be strangled to death, Missoula threw him to the ground and continued to say in a vicious tone: "No one is allowed to escape, no one is allowed to escape, tell those untouchables that they are going to escape today." If they escape, I will not recognize them as my people from now on.”
Aza fell to the ground and gasped for air. For the first time, he felt that he was so close to death.
He didn't dare to persuade her any more, so he could only gasp and nod.
Missoula looked at the artillery fire only a few hundred meters away from the palace, a look of madness suddenly appeared on her face, and she kept walking around the palace.
When he walked to Aza, he lifted him up and threatened him fiercely: "There are still 100,000 troops in the city. When the Ming army's cannons are used up, we can still defend the city. Send the order and close the city gate." , Anyone who dares to escape from the city will be killed without mercy!"
Seeing the mad look on the face of the king whom he had protected for decades, Aza was horrified.
He knew that the king was crazy, his king was completely crazy.
What's the use of a hundred thousand troops?
In front of the Ming army's artillery, they were nothing more than a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
If you stick to the city and defend it, you will not be able to defend it.
After the Ming army's artillery fire is over, the city of Malacca will cease to exist!
Besides, will the Ming army's artillery fire really end one day?
Aza did not dare to look into his king's scarlet eyes, so he could only obey all the orders that came from the king's mouth.
The king has gone crazy, he really has gone crazy.
Missula was still chattering at Aza, one vicious command after another came out of his mouth, and Aza's face became paler and paler.
Because his king planned to use the bodies of all the people in the city to form a high wall to surround the palace, so as to intercept the Ming army's artillery.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
A series of frightened voices came from the depths of the palace. They were the wives, concubines and children of Paramesura.
Finally, they found the already crazy Paramesura in the front hall. Misura was also holding his most loyal bodyguard, Aza.
Hearing the panicked voices of the wives and concubines, Missoula's scarlet eyes revealed a glimmer of clarity.
He looked at his wife, concubines, and children running toward him with a horrified look on his face, and suddenly shouted wildly: "Whoever asked you to come out, go back, go back."
As he said that, he pushed the queen who had run closer to her and staggered.
"Everyone go back. The underground palace in the palace is the strongest underground palace in the world. Those who can't be broken by Akito's artillery fire should go back!"
Missoula's frantic shouting did not slow down the pace of his wives and concubines, and they were still running toward him crying.
Seeing this, Missula turned to the guards who were kneeling on the ground and roared: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Send them back to the underground palace!"
The queen shook her head: "Your Majesty, we are not going back. Please let us live and die with you and face Akito's artillery fire together."
A little boy who was only six or seven years old cried heartbrokenly: "Father, Akito is so scary. Everyone else has run away, let's run away too!"
"What did you say?"
When Missoula heard the word "run", her face suddenly twisted. She grabbed the prince he usually loved the most and roared: "Whoever allows you to run, no one is allowed to run, no one is allowed to run."
The little boy looked at his father, who had been the kindest person in the past, with a horrified look on his face. He was so frightened by the twisted look on his face that he even forgot to cry.
When the queen saw that Missoula wanted to throw her child to death, she couldn't help shouting hoarsely: "Your Majesty, what are you going to do? He is your child?"
"Father, I'm afraid!"
The little boy looked frightened and shouted "Father", but Missoula, who had already been overwhelmed by anger, had no sense at all at this moment.
With both hands, he threw the little boy heavily to the ground.
Then he yelled with a face full of madness: "I told you, don't run away, this is the king's order!"
"Well?"
Seeing the little boy lying on the ground, twitching twice and then losing his breath, the queen's face suddenly turned pale, and she couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.
He only had time to shout loudly: "My son~"
The whole person rolled his eyes and became silent.
Missoula's crazy behavior frightened everyone in the palace, including the already frightened guards.
Aza stared blankly at the prince's body.
He didn't understand, how could the king be willing to throw his most beloved son to death?
Missoula looked even more crazy as she watched the blood flowing from the little boy in front of her spread to the soles of his shoes.
"I told you, no one is allowed to run, no one is allowed to run!"
After roaring, Misura suddenly laughed strangely, and ran towards the outside of the palace: "I am the king of Manlajia. I cannot abandon my royal capital. I will not abandon my royal capital, sons and daughters. I am your king. If I don’t run away, you are not allowed to run. No one is allowed to run. Whoever dares to run will die, die~..."
"The king is crazy~"
One of the guards shouted in Nanyang dialect, and a group of trembling guards suddenly seemed to have woken up from a dream, and quickly began to flee around the royal capital.
Many of the guards only escaped a few steps before they turned back with vicious faces and snatched away all the valuable items from the frightened female family members.
Even the little crown on the prince who was thrown to death by Missoula was not spared, because it was made of gold.
Some of the guards even started to attack Missoula's harem girls with lustful expressions on their faces.
The queen who fainted was stripped naked by the guards and hung on a rack.
Those concubines who were trembling with fear even forgot to resist and allowed the rioting guards to vent their most primitive animal desires on them.
Cries and begging for mercy echoed throughout the palace.
Of course, there were also sober guards who rushed in the direction Missoula ran out. They wanted to kill their king to avoid future troubles.
If their king hadn't been swayed by greed, they wouldn't have suffered such a disaster today.
Mingren's artillery fire woke them up. Everything was because of their king's greed for things that didn't belong to them.
Damn the king!
Azar is also pursuing Missoula.
But Aza's purpose is different from other guards. He wants to protect his king.
The good and evil of human nature are vividly reflected in the Manlajia Palace at this moment.
The king is crazy.
Many people saw the king running out of the palace and running madly towards the seaside.
Running and shouting.
But now, they don't want to support their king, they just want to escape from the city.
The Ming army's artillery had already destroyed their fleet, and they had no doubt that the Ming army's artillery could destroy the city at their feet.
So they had only one idea, and that was to escape from the city and go to a place far away, far away from the threat of Akito's artillery fire.
As for the king, he deserves to die!
