"What should we do?"
"Even if you ask me, I …"
"Damn it, why didn't we notice it until now? If we had noticed it earlier, it would have been possible to evacuate …!"
The Jaga looked at each other, panicking and cursing.
The gap in strength was too big.
On one side, there were amateur rebels spontaneously set up by the people. The total number of people was only about a thousand, and most of them were old people, women, and children who had no combat ability.
On the other side, there was a professional army from the capital. There were tens of thousands of people, well-equipped, and disciplined. Every Jaga had the strength to surpass this side.
Even if they were servants, as long as they were not the kind of heroes who could fight against thousands of people, they could only wait to die when they were caught in such a large army.
It was true that this cliff stronghold was easy to defend and difficult to attack, but the difference in number and quality was too big, and the terrain could not bring them confidence.
Moreover, there was a banquet last night, and the food reserves were further reduced. Once they were surrounded by the enemy, without food resources, the rebel army would all die within three days.
Now that they were surrounded by the enemy from several directions, there was basically no possibility of evacuation. In this case, there was only one possibility to survive and win.
Some of the Jaga looked at Ryuga, Tachika Fujimaru, and a few others on the side.
These people had extremely terrifying strength. It was not a problem for them to fight against hundreds or thousands of people. If they wanted to survive in this situation, or even turn defeat into victory, they could only rely on the strength of these people.
It was just that …
"This is really interesting!"
Esdeath chuckled, and her face was full of an indifferent look. She took the initiative to gain the upper hand.
"You just said that you don't want to cooperate with us, right? If that's the case, then let me see your strength! "
On the word "their", Esders emphasized his tone and looked extremely happy.
"Well …"
The few Yakas choked for a moment and immediately lowered their heads in shame and indignation. They were unable to ask for help no matter what.
"Don't panic!"
Atalanta looked at Esders with a complicated expression and then shouted, attracting the attention of the Jaga to herself.
"Although the number of enemies is large, we can hold on for a few days with the terrain of our stronghold. During that time, I will find a way to kill the enemy commander. I am a servant. It is easy for me to do that!"
To be honest, she didn't know if she was a match for the white-haired girl.
But at this time, in order to stabilize the morale of the army, she could only act as if she had a card up her sleeve.
"That doesn't seem to work."
However, in the next moment, her seemingly calm demeanor was broken by Ryuga, who pointed at the army below.
"There is more than one servant on the other side. In my perception, there are at least four servants in the army."
Four … riders?!
Just hearing this number, Atalanta couldn't help but hold her breath.
As the most famous huntress in Greek mythology and a member of Argo's ship, her strength was not weak. Her strength after shapeshifting could be ranked among the first-class servants, but if she wanted to fight against four servants, it was almost impossible for her to win unless all of them were third-rate servants.
While they were talking.
Anastasia, who was leading the team, built a flight of stairs made of ice under her feet. She quickly brought herself to the same height as the fortress and was only a few dozen meters away from the people around the watchtower.
The cliff terrain could stop the Jaga, but it couldn't stop the servants.
"Buzz!"
With the appearance of Anastasia, there was a natural pressure that fell on everyone's body.
Including Jaga, everyone felt that their body suddenly became heavy, and the guns in their hands seemed to be too heavy to lift. Panic spread in everyone's heart.
"Jaga of the rebel army, listen, my name is Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova. I inherited the will of Lei Di, the second generation of the Russian Tsar!"
Anastasia held the faceless puppet in her arms. Although her voice was low, with the transmission of magical power, it naturally passed into the ears of all the Jaga.
At the same time, the inexplicable pressure became heavier and heavier, making the Jaga's body tremble violently. All of the Jaga, without exception, showed fear on their faces.
"Is it a skill of coercion?"
Ryuga remembered the inexplicable pressure she felt when she was in Moscow before, and her heart slightly understood.
That was a special ability that only the Russian Emperor could have. It had the ability to suppress both the body and the mind. The previous owner was Lei Di. After Lei Di's death, Anastasia inherited it. That was why she could release it here at this moment.
The evidence was that Anastasia didn't have it before. Only after Lei Di's death did she have this ability.
"Put down your guns, put down your swords!"
Anastasia's voice penetrated the hearts of all the Jaga.
"Raise your hands and surrender, but only for now. If you surrender, I can let bygones be bygones and treat your rebellion as a temporary misstep. If you persist, the might of the Tsar will bury you all!"
With the spread of her words, the oppressive feeling that seemed to infect even their nerve endings made countless Jaga lose their color, and their faces were as white as gold paper.
The feeling of despair gradually spread throughout the entire camp.
"Don't listen to her!"
Atalanta reacted belatedly and quickly shouted into the camp.
Clang!
But her alertness was obviously too slow. With a clang, a straight sword fell from the hands of one of the Jaga and hit the hard frozen ground, making a loud sound.
"I surrender! Don't kill me! "
Clang!
"Me … Me too! I still have family and children, I can't die! "
The sound of weapons falling and the sound of surrendering rang out one after another, and the entire rebel camp was quickly drowned by the low tide.
"You …!"
In the end, only a few Jaga around Atalanta did not surrender. The Jaga who asked to draw a line with Tachika Fujimaru looked at the Jaga who knelt down and showed an angry expression, but then his face became dejected.
The pressure was too strong.
Although it was nothing to Ryuga and Esders, and Tachika Fujimaru had already experienced a much harsher Shuraba, she could endure it. But for the Jaga, it was a terrible pressure that was enough to directly crush their souls, as if a god was standing in front of them, looking down at them.
Coupled with the overwhelming military situation, and the constraints of the parents, children, and other family members behind them, almost all of the Jaga chose to surrender unconditionally.
They could not withstand a single blow.
No, in theory, the opponent did not even release the first blow.
Not long after, only a few people, including Ryuga and Atalanta, were still standing in the entire camp.
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