In an instant, the streets were filled with countless tiny stone chips and dust, and the ground crackled. The enemy's body suddenly paused, and clouds of blood spurted out from his back. The dense bullets seemed to form an invisible wall, blocking the charge of the berserk guards.
"Well done!"
"Kill these monsters!"
Nail also clenched his fists excitedly. The enemy's armor burst into sparks under the heavy machine gun fire. Being hit in the head and chest almost killed them instantly. Even if they were hit in the hands and feet, they would only be severed limbs, unlike the revolvers, which could still fight. More importantly, there was almost no gap between the bullets, so it did not matter even if they missed two or three shots.
When the gunfire stopped, white smoke was rising from the barrels. The crazed guards left corpses on the ground and retreated in panic. Those who were not killed but had completely lost the ability to move lay on the ground, moaning. In their eyes, Nail saw deep fear.
"Raise your guns!" the captain roared fiercely.
Thinking of his teammate who had been split into two in front of him, Nail did not hesitate to raise his rifle.
After clearing the road, the team was finally able to move forward again.
When the five commando teams arrived at the gate of the palace, they immediately built temporary shooting positions according to the training requirements and monitored the movements of other streets. In order to prevent being sandwiched, the team attacking the inner city was divided into three regiments, which advanced from three main streets and flanked each other. In this way, no matter which direction the enemy took, they would be blocked by the First Army.
However, Nail found that the implementation of the plan was not as smooth as during the training. The south street was set on fire and almost impassable, and the team encountered a gravel obstacle that the field artillery could not climb over, so the team dispersed while fighting. When facing a strong counterattack, the team members did not pay attention to the east, west, north, or south, nor did they pay attention to Miss Lightning's flag signal. A commando team that originally belonged to their regiment even disappeared, and gunshots could be heard everywhere in the inner city.
Fortunately, they were the first to arrive at the gathering place.
An hour later, the regiments arrived at the entrance of the palace one after another, and the field artillery was slowly pushed up.
The hot air balloon floated above the palace again. As four bombs razed the garden wall and iron gate to the ground, the final battle began.
*
"Your Majesty, they are at the gate of the palace. Run!" Osborn said anxiously. "It will be too late if we don't leave now!"
Timothy sat on the edge of the bed in the bedchamber in silence. Back then, his father had ended his life here, and now it seemed like it was his turn.
With the death of Wimbledon III, he took advantage of the situation and pushed the blame to Prince Gerald, solving the biggest hidden danger and ascending to the peak of power. In the following year, he integrated the Eastern Region and the Northern Region, and at the same time forced his third sister, Garcia, to leave. His momentum was unparalleled.
He had thought that it was only a matter of time before he conquered the Western Region and unified the entire Graycastle, but he did not expect the situation to change so suddenly and unexpectedly.
First, the Crazed Army's repeated attacks on Border Town had no effect, and then the sudden explosion had cast a shadow over his heart.
Then, in the short span of three days … all of his advantages were gone.
When he received the news from Redwater City, he never thought that he only had three days left to prepare. The snow in the Northern Region had not melted yet, and the spring plowing had just entered the planting stage. It was still too early to recruit militias, and the letter for help sent to the East was estimated to have just been sent to the new Duke of the Eastern Region.
In the end, he could only use the King's City Knight Regiment, the mercenary team, the patrol team, as well as the guards and squires of the surrounding nobles to hastily respond to the battle. As a result, the lofty city wall that King's City was so proud of could not even hold for a day.
"Bastard!" Timothy suddenly smashed the candlestick on the bedside table to the ground. "Damn you … if you didn't collude with witches, if you didn't turn to the devil, how could you defeat me!"
"Your Majesty …"
"Yes, the devil!" His voice was hoarse and trembling with anger. "The Church is a bunch of trash. They claimed to be hunting witches, but they left out Roland Wimbledon! If he wasn't a witch, how could his firearms be so much stronger than mine? How could he easily launch attacks from the air? Whether it's craftsmen, alchemists, or wealth, I'm hundreds of times better than him! There's only one explanation, the devil from hell is helping him! "
Two explosions sounded under the palace, the window glass rattled, and intermittent sounds of fighting could be faintly heard. It was the guards' last attempt.
"No, I can't die yet!" Timothy thought bitterly. If he committed suicide now, wouldn't it be too easy for the devil? The one who should go to hell should be my brother.
"Let's go to the secret passage first." He stood up, but his legs gave way and he almost fell again. Fortunately, the guards held him.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Osborne said with relief. He carried Timothy on his back, called the guards who were guarding the door, and walked towards the fireplace together.
This secret passage had both a trap and a dead door. Once the dead door was put down, the entrance would be completely blocked and would never be able to enter again. There were God's Stones of Retaliation embedded everywhere in the ground, and there were also hidden traps. In addition, the forks were intricate, so Timothy hadn't explored all of them. Probably since the construction of the palace, the underground part of the secret passage had been completely completed.
The six people walked to a relatively large lounge, where the new King stopped the team and let them rest for a while, while waiting for the opportunity to escape.
It was still daytime, and although there were several exits of the secret passage, the longest one could even go all the way out of the city, it was still very risky to act rashly. After all, the other side had witches who could carry gunpowder to the sky, which was still fresh in his memory.
The safest way was to wait until the dead of night before acting. This place was covered by God's Stones, so even witches couldn't sneak in.
"Since we're going to wait until late at night, you can lie down here and take a nap." The imperial guard took out a pile of blankets from a cabinet and spread them on the ground.
Timothy lay on the blanket, the slightly damp and musty smell made him frown. The two emotions of nervousness and confusion alternated in his mind, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.
Where should I go next? The Northern Region or the Eastern Region?
There were nobles who supported him on both sides, and the Duke was also his new vassal … But after they knew that King's City had fallen, it was still a question whether they would still follow him.
Or … the Church?
As soon as this idea popped up, it began to grow wildly in his mind. Those great nobles themselves were fence-sitters. Even if their younger brother was involved with the witches, they would still choose to compromise in the face of threats, just like those guys in Longsong Stronghold. But the Church … at least on the surface, would not let go of any witches, not to mention the nobles who raised a large number of witches.
Although this group of swindlers were arrogant and slow, they would never sit idly by and watch the Devil's power spread wantonly in the Kingdom of Graycastle.
If the Church could fulfill my desire for revenge, then even if I had to give them my father's kingdom, so what?
As long as … as long as I can personally send Roland Wimbledon to the guillotine, and then torture those damned witches to death one by one, otherwise I will never be able to swallow this!
In the dim light of the torch, Timothy made a decision.
He estimated that after midnight, the group of people directly escaped from King's City through the longest passage.
But before they could go more than half a mile, the surrounding fields suddenly lit up with hundreds of torches!
"Your Majesty, run …" Osborne's words came to an abrupt halt.
At this time, any words would seem superfluous. The other side was obviously well prepared and had set up an excellent ambush here. No matter where they went, they were blocked.
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