"The Roude is finished!" When the Roude soldiers on both sides of the city wall looked at the Falcon hoplites pouring into the gap in the city wall like a frenzy, they couldn't help but think in their hearts that they were full of despair, and the war was no longer in suspense.

"Gun array advance!" As the main pikemen like a wild goose formation broke through the gap, the defense line of the elite Praetorian Guards wielding battle axes also began to waver, and the most elite troops of the two armies collided here, on one side was an irresistible forest composed of countless spears advancing, and on the other side, the fierce and fearless Roude Praetorian Guards counterattacked to the death

Crossbow arrows rained down on the walls on both wings, causing the Madee soldiers who rushed to support to fall down one after another, and in the position of the gap, densely packed like a forest of spears, it was completely by virtue of the advantage in numbers, like a besieging beast, constantly reducing the range of activities of the Badd Guards,

Even though the Roud's battle axes were very sharp and heavy, their numerical inferiority forced them to face armor-piercing heavy spears that could completely crush them after wielding a one-shot axe.

These armor-piercing heavy spears are specially used by the Falcon Army to deal with the enemy's hoplites, each handle is more than three meters long, and the steel tip in front of it is not the shape of a traditional bayonet, but a "well" horizontal blade like a halberd painted by Fang Tian, which can launch a powerful dash or sweep and smash, so that the crowded heavy infantry of the Virtuous Heavy Infantry are bitter, even if the shield in their hands is often pulled by the opponent violently, they are taken out of their hands, and then countless spears pierce into their bodies

The Praetorian Guards are indeed very strong, but the number of these Praetorian Guards is too small, and they have just gone through a fierce offensive and defensive battle, and the troops of less than a thousand are completely unable to compare with the tens of thousands of elite Falcon troops that are densely packed like ants under the city walls.

The fierce battle continued until 6 p.m., when the defense of the eastern section of the city wall basically collapsed, and under the leadership of the Falcon Central Army, the eastern end of the city wall basically collapsed. Only a small cluster remained in the narrow section, and the Praetorian Guards, who numbered less than 20 or so, were still making their last resistance.

These fierce warriors, covered in blood and minced flesh, were back to back, covered in blood, and their eyes were tired but still fierce. The high-intensity confrontation made them exhausted, the heavy armor and heavy weapons on their bodies continued to increase with exhaustion, and many soldiers were half-leaning on the corner, panting for breath, fighting for every second of rest.

"Shoot all the spears!" the voice from the opposite side was indistinct, and countless spears were raised at the same time.

The head of the Janissaries, Edian Fink, was leaning against a broken corner, he had been forced into a corner of the city because he was alone, and he was wounded all over. In front of him was a team of 30 falcon pikemen, and Edith Fink's face was as white as a piece of paper due to blood loss, and the corners of his mouth showed a contemptuous sneer, "Come kill me, cowards"

Seeing that the falcon army on the opposite side did not move, the tiger of virtue, which was already crumbling, took a breath for a while, grabbed the heavy battle axe next to him with his hand that was still dripping blood, supported his weak body, and staggered towards the falcon spear array in front

"Come on, kill me. Kill me!" The broken and miserable voice was as ugly as a broken bellows,

Looking at such an opponent, even the elite of the Central Army felt a little hesitant, this is an officer, although the general's armor on Idian Fink's body is broken. But it was still evident that his extraordinary identity was revealed, and at this time a falcon squadron leader rode his horse and shouted, "Don't kill him, there is an order from above, catch him alive!"

"Caught alive?" The falcon pikemen's commotion suddenly stopped, and everyone thought they had misheard the order,

"That's right, catch it alive!" the Falcon squadron leader raised his sword and shouted, "Your Majesty Falcon's order, these Praetorian Guards are worth 100 gold coins each!"

"100 gold coins!" The falcon pikemen looked at each other, turned the spear in their hands over in unison, and pointed the position of the handle of the gun at the wounded tiger of virtue, one by one, their eyes lit up, 100 gold coins, even if they were spread on each head, there were 3 gold coins,

"I'm Dian Fink, remember the name, there are no captives of the Odds!"

Idian Fink looked at the barrel of the gun turned over on the other side, and smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, he knew that these Falcon Army soldiers would not kill themselves, but being captured was more uncomfortable than death!

"Your Majesty Yagrolk, Edith Fink is with you!"

With a crisp sound, Idian Fink pulled out his bloody saber, and plunged it into his chest without hesitation, blood shot from his neck to the broken wall behind him, and the body fell straight down under the stunned gaze of the Falcon Bureau soldiers.

"It's a pity! I wonder if the corpse can be exchanged for some money?"

The captain of the Falcon infantry who led the team kicked the corpse lying in a pool of blood with his foot, his face was full of regret, and let people drag the corpse away.

These ordinary pikemen of the Central Army didn't know that what they captured was not an ordinary soldier or officer, but the former Minister of War of Germany, known as the Tiger of Virtue, Dian Fink.

"Your Majesty, the city wall has been cleared!"

When receiving such a report, the fat man was riding a war horse, slowly passing in front of the city wall piled up with countless corpses, as far as his eyes could see, he couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of him, the huge city wall that collapsed in the thick smoke was like a big mouth with silence, telling the cruelty of the battle in front of him vividly and vividly, the squadron flags that were horizontal and vertical, and the stumps and broken arms that covered the earth made people look shocking.

"Send a force to protect the palace and treasury of the Roudes, and order the troops entering the city to clean up according to their respective boundaries, and if it is not necessary, leave the Roude captives alone!"

The fat man waved his hand to Hu Keqili, who came to ask for instructions, and beside him, tens of thousands of Falcon soldiers in black armor were driving along the four queues towards the interior of the Great Kyoto, and the light rain on his head had turned into a heavy rain at this moment, like a blank white light curtain, shrouding the majestic five-hundred-year-old Kyoto in front of him in an unknown daze

"The Falcon Army is in town!"

Such news soon spread like a frying pan in Raidoku Kyoto, but the first to bring these news was a large number of Raidoku captives pouring in from outside the city, these captives were originally Raidok Kyoto people, and the first thing they did when they entered Kyoto was not to shout joyfully or return home to see their relatives, but to point the finger at the Ottoku aristocratic district located in the center of the city.

They will never forget that it was these noble nobles who abandoned them in the event of a defeat in the war, and then shot their fleeing companions under the city walls without mercy.

"Your Royal Highness, the Falcon army has entered the city! Our army has collapsed, so let's evacuate immediately."

When the prince's guards ran to the basement where the prince of Argofeton was hiding with such news, the old man, who was sitting in a daze on his chair, seemed to have come back to his senses from sleepwalking,

"What are you talking about? The Falcon army has entered the city? What about Dusag and Ssago? Didn't they go up to the walls to organize resistance? What about our army? Where are they!

Prince Argfeton almost jumped up from his seat, and in a fit of rage he grabbed the guard's collar, spurting rough air between his noses, and his eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot, looking like a wounded beast...,

He was so tired that he fell asleep in his seat due to days of nervousness, but when he woke up, he heard such news that was difficult for him to accept.

"Our army has been routed, Lord Dusag has died on the city walls, and Lord Ssago has led people to the palace, declaring that he will burn the palace without leaving anything for the falcons!" replied the prince's guard, whose collar was twisted, and his face flushed, as he looked extremely ugly

"Burn the palace!" Argefeton's expression turned pale, although he knew that Si Sago was a radical guy, but he didn't expect this guy to really dare to do this! Burn down the palace! This kind of thing can only be done by people who are really in despair

"Is this just a failure?" At this moment, this old man who is over fifty years old has all kinds of visions in front of him

"You will ruin the Virtues! You are the sinner of the whole Virtues!" At the time of the decisive battle that day, the hideous-faced veteran Boassard scolded loudly and angrily, and his words were still in his ears. At that time, the prince did not care, and only regarded him as a fool's lie before he died. However, he didn't expect this so-called "lie" to become true so quickly. It's hard to accept fast

"I ...... Am I the one who ruined the virtues?"

"Five hundred years of virtue, are you really perishing like this?"

He couldn't hold back any longer, and finally began to cry, the old white hair scattered and unkempt covering his face, and the once thin and straight figure was now completely replaced by the bleakness of a bowed tower

"The king of Gaud has never been captured! no, not before, not again!"

After half a ring, he ordered the guards to seal the basement from the outside, and then put on the king's costume that he had been preparing for two months to ascend the throne, and with the sword of royal power in his hand, which represented the supreme authority of virtue, he cut off the metal handle of the candelabra in the room.

Hundreds of flaming candles fell from the lavish golden shelves, lighting the room's richly decorated velvet curtain, flames and smoke quickly enveloped the cramped spaces of the basement, and countless rubble fell with the collapsed pillars in the fire, burying them all. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )