July 14, 345 Continental Gregorian Calendar, Mastar. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Christian, Marquis of Rossi, led the 26th Legion belonging to the Southern Army and the Knights of the Guard, which he relied on the most, to return to Nabrus, and now they have landed and are advancing towards Nabrus at full speed. In the scorching heat of midsummer, a team of more than 41,000 people is moving forward lightly.

Marquis Rossi was at the front with his own Knights of the Guard, who had already thrown the 26th Legion behind about 1 plus road (2 km), and because they were all lightly armed knights, they were much faster than the larger troops behind.

"Lord Marquis, Herald!" The person at the front of the line turned back and announced loudly.

"Bring him here."

One minute later, the herald came to the marquis, and judging by his appearance, he was a fairly handsome young man.

"Lord Marquis, the lower official is a herald sent by Lord Bertrand." The herald saluted.

"So, what news did Mistress Bertrand send you to bring us?"

"Lord Beltrand wants you to hurry back, for the troops he sent to the 11th Army have failed, and if you don't return to the city as soon as possible, I'm afraid the panic of the citizens will explode. At that time, the situation will be out of control, and now you need to rush back to calm your mind as soon as possible. The herald said earnestly.

"Then go first and tell Your Excellency Bertrand that His Majesty the Emperor and I are grateful for his efforts. Rest assured that the situation can now be completely reversed. The Marquis commanded.

"Yes, Xia Guan understands." The herald turned his horse's head and galloped away in the direction of Nabrus.

"The whole army obeys the order and accelerates the march." Such an order quickly caught up in the herald's ears.

At this time, the Marquis was only a little more than 10 roads (20 km) away from Nablos, and it is said that the vanguard of the Eastern Army was still nearly a day's way away from Nabrus.

The herald who had completed the mission rode his horse down the avenue behind Nabrus, which, like many other official roads on the mainland, was built during the Empire of Articut. The foundation stones of the road have a long history, as can be seen from the few ruts left in the stones. The trees of varying ages on both sides of the road quickly receded, and many of the original street trees were cut down during the war years to make siege weapons or sold for money, and most of them were replanted later.

Soon, the herald saw the farmstead on the outskirts of Nabrus, and at this time he could see carts of oxen laden with fruit and vegetables loading and unloading goods on the roadside so that they could be brought to the city for a good price. From this situation, it seems that Bruce did not have the slightest atmosphere of imminent war, and his usual life went on in an orderly manner.

The herald shouted his identity and quickly passed through the city gates, even when he reached the street, but there were not many pedestrians on the streets of Nabrus today. It looks like you can feel a little bit of a war. The herald came to an ornate building, the residence of the Marquis of Rossi and the municipal building of Nabrus. He jumped off his horse, handed his horse to the guards who met him, climbed the steps himself, and ran into the building.

In one of the rooms of the building, a man we hadn't seen in a long time was watching the view from the window in the Marquis's mansion when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Your Excellency Bertrand, I have already met the Marquis of Rossi."

"What did he say?" Of course, this Lord Bertrand is Cizer.

"He promised to hurry up, and I guess they'll be there in an hour."

"Really? Thank you, so we need to hurry up and prepare for the ceremony to welcome the Marquis, so go and prepare. Cezel sent the herald away as he sorted out his appearance.

The herald respectfully withdrew, and after a few turns came to his room. Entering the room, the herald took off his helmet, and a beautiful head of silver-white hair was freed from the bulky helmet. But it is this physical trait that makes it easy for our readers to know the true identity of this person, and it is not to mention that it is Alexto. She was tasked by Sigrani to come to Nabrus, or to be precise, it was a task she had asked for. Left her sister and came to the South alone.

An hour and a half later, the actual ruler of Nabrus returned, and as the Marquis had imagined, the streets were deserted, of course compared to usual. After all, this is also an extraordinary period, and if everyone behaves too indifferently, then it is estimated that the marquis will not be happy.

The marquis led the knights of the guard straight to his mansion, Berlusconi was not by his side, the captain of the guard had been sent by Count Ancelotti on an important mission, and should be back in a day or two.

The Marquis reined in his horse at the gate, where the crowd was already waiting. Cizer stood at the other end of the stairs, smiling and owing to the Marquis. The Marquis of Rossi was overjoyed, proud of his decision to keep the young nobleman for himself.

"Lord Marquis, we can wait for you to come back, and now the problem of Bruce will be completely solved."

"Cezel," the Marquis affectionately called him by name, "thanks to your efforts this time, at least we will have a place to come back now, so let's go in and talk slowly." ”

"Then please come with me, we have set up a small banquet for you in the banquet hall, and I have an important person to introduce to you." Cizer diligently brought in the marquis, and only a few knights of higher status followed the marquis, while the other ordinary knights were arranged to rest elsewhere.

Led by Cizer, the crowd made their way through the corridor filled with summer sunshine and turned a corner to the banquet hall. The banquet hall was already full of people, and Marquis Rossi saw that many of them were socialites of Napus. Everyone greeted him with a smile, which made the Marquis's mood even happier, this was his territory, and he was the king here.

"Cizer, these are old faces, didn't you say you were going to introduce me to an important person?" The Marquis asked, grabbing Cezaire.

"Oh, come, Your Excellency, this is the important man I want to introduce to you - Baron of Juventus, Frederick Fieldes, the current commander of the Eastern Army." Cizer still said respectfully.

Frederick turned around cooperatively and faced the Marquis of Rossi with a smile, a victor's smile.

The Marquis exclaimed and stepped back, "Cizer, what's going on?" Tell me, how did this person get in, it can't be that you used those ragtag guards to bring back the captives?! ”

"Of course I don't have that kind of ability." Cizer laughed. In the eyes of Marquis Rossi, there is probably nothing more hateful in the world than this.

"Could it be?!" The Marquis quickly thought of an answer that he did not even believe, but which was very reasonable.

"As you can imagine, Lord Marquis, this city is already the domain of Her Majesty the Empress."

"Cizer, you have betrayed me, even if you can't resist their army, you shouldn't be on that side!"

"Lord Marquis, obviously you are mistaken, and you have never betrayed anyone in Xia, because Zaixia has always been loyal to Her Majesty the Empress."

"Kill this rebel for me, kill him!" The marquis unconsciously retreated to the side of his knights.

The knights who followed the marquis in were very loyal, and immediately drew their respective matching swords, but in the next second, with a few screams, the swords fell to the ground with the sound of Ding Lingdang. The Marquis looked back and saw that several people had a throwing knife pierced into their wrists.

"Someone! Arrest them all, and of course, don't forget the proper etiquette. Frederick gave orders to the soldiers who were lying in ambush outside.

"You wait, it won't end like this, it won't!" The Marquis threatened as he was put down by the soldiers.

"Then we'll see." Cizer responded.

When the Marquis and his men had been cleared out, Cizer said to the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, in order to thank you for your loyalty to Her Majesty, have a good time today. Then the banquet program continued.

"Miss Alecto, your shot just now was so beautiful!" Cizer said happily to Alexto.

"Nothing, I'm just doing my job." Alecto lowered his head and said, as if he didn't dare to look the other party's eyes, for such a situation, Cizer may be too happy to care.

"This outfit suits you perfectly, it's beautiful."

"Really? It's the first time I've worn it so formally, it's so good. ”

"Next, can you dance with me?"

"I'm not very good at this ......"

"It's okay, I can teach you. If you want to repay my dance class, teach me how to use throwing knives next time, your hands are so amazing today, I don't even see it clearly, just ......" Cizer's gushing words were quickly drowned out in the sound of dance music.

July 19th.

Count Ancelotti managed to bring the army back to the Vesuvius front, which was too tiring for the veteran these days. The Central Army is in hot pursuit after them, and if there is a slight mistake, the entire army will be torn off a large piece of meat by the other side. However, although Leon and Hayes pursued their compatriots viciously, Count Ancelotti still calmly coped with their attacks. During the entire retreat, the southerners paid the price of more than 10,000 men, which is quite a good result in such a situation. As for Leon, even if they created a ratio of nearly 1 to 12 casualties between the enemy and the enemy, the southerners' combat strength was still intact, and the vast majority of the opponent's losses were not the original regular army.

On this day, when the Central Army returned to their former camp, the other side had already set up a defensive position on the opposite side, as it had been a few months before.

"Lord Count, we're back to square one." While observing before the battle, one of the officers said.

"There's nothing to complain about, at least we haven't lost the whole game yet." The old man comforted.

"Count Ancelotti, that Bruce's urgent letter!" The herald stepped forward to report.

"Read."

"Ladies and gentlemen of the South, the Marquis of Nabrus, have been arrested and imprisoned, and the people of the South have returned to the rule of the Empire. Now is the time to put aside your past suspicions, and I admire the heroic and tenacious work of your majesty the Empress and other public servants on the battlefield. I hope that you will give up the idea of continuing to be with the rebels as soon as possible, and return to the banner of the Empress. Those who are able to take active measures to avoid unnecessary killings should be regarded as heroes of the Empire, and past mistakes will not be addressed. Commander of the Eastern Army, Baron Frederick Fieldes; Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Navy, Count Robert Chomjane Baggio, July 15, 345 Continental Gregorian Calendar. ”

"Bring it," said Count Ancelotti, holding his head, "bring the letter!!" The latter sentence was already a low growl. The herald himself could not believe the contents of the letter, and handed the letter over tremblingly. The old man snatched the letter and skimmed through the contents again. Then he raised his head and muttered a few words with his eyes closed, and the fine parchment was crumpled into a crumpled mass by him.

"How did the 26 Corps deal with this?" Count Ancelotti asked, without glancing at the herald.

"When the 26th Regiment received this letter, they decided that the stakes were too high for them to make a decision, so they immediately transmitted the letter."

"Now, then, I give the order, herald, and take note." The old man looked back.

"Yes!"

"First, the 26th Army Corps was ordered to renounce hostilities with the Eastern Army and all the Mastar armies, to stand by on the spot, and to accept the arrangements made by Shurasa in the future. The same order was communicated to the various units in the local area. Second, there should be no mistake in returning weapons and other equipment allocated to individuals to the armory immediately if they are not members of the former Southern Army. Third, each newly formed unit immediately began to count a series of personnel data, such as its own real recruitment, casualties, and the number of wounded and sick, so as to prepare it for future government inspection. Fourth, send a herald to contact the person in charge of the Central Army and ask them to send someone to take over the command as soon as possible. Fifth, from now on, the 23rd Wing of the 92nd Army Corps will be a gendarmerie unit, and all order in the barracks will be maintained by the gendarmerie. Sixth, from now on, all officers above the rank of wing commander (including wing commander) are not allowed to leave their respective camps, including me, and the gendarmerie has the right to correct them on the spot if they violate the order. Okay, have you written it all down? ”

"Write them all down."

"Convey it at once, and do not leave it out, and if someone is sent from the other side, take them to my tent." Ancelotti turned back to the officers and said, "All right, gentlemen, it's time for us to carry out our orders, and let's all go back to our tents." ”

"Lord Earl, if we don't surrender, we can still fight!"

"Yes, Lord Earl, we still have more than 200,000 troops, and more than 20 days of food and grass, we still have a chance."

"Gentlemen, this is an order, when did you learn to disobey orders from the army!" The old man snapped.

"Lord Earl......"

"Let's all go back," the old man's voice softened, "no one should die for this damn war anymore, you don't deserve to die, the soldiers don't deserve to die, everyone deserves to live...... except for me, the old fellow."

Although the officers were unwilling, they still had the consciousness and habit of obeying orders, and the crowd slowly and slowly dispersed.

Three quarters of an hour later, Leon, who had received the communication from the other side, came to the camp of the southerners with several knights of the guard, and went straight to the camp of the southerners' Chinese army. Led by the commander of the gendarmerie, who kept order in the barracks, he arrived at the tent of Count Ancelotti, and as soon as Leon lifted the curtain, he immediately smelled a smell that disturbed him.

"It's bitter almond flavor, go and call the military doctor!" Leon raced to Count Ancelotti, who was hunched on the desk.

Leon picked up the old man and tested his snort, which was already very weak. A few minutes later, the military physician came to the camp and, after inquiring about the situation, tried to pour some milk and water on the count, but to no avail. After a few more minutes, the doctor touched the earl's carotid artery and regretfully announced that Count Ancelotti had died.

"What a stubborn old man." Leon said to his knight.

"This is the Earl's suicide note, there are two copies, one is addressed to Her Majesty the Empress or Her Royal Highness the Grand Duke, and the other is indicated that he wishes to be handed over to his son." A knight of the guard said after scrutinizing the Count's table.

Leon took the share that should have been given to him, and the testament was quite simple, as follows:

Dear Your Majesty Higrani,

Your Majesty has now won a complete victory over us, and the guilty old minister is here to bow down.

Your Majesty's wise country is well known to all, so the gossip that should have been written here is no longer necessary, and it is thought that Your Majesty will be able to treat the people and soldiers kindly, regardless of north and south. The criminal's departure from the mountain this time was really driven by a competitive spirit, and he was also trapped by obsolete thoughts. I thought I could have fun hunting with His Majesty on the battlefield, and I regretted the life of the guilty minister. But he lost a mess outside the chess game, thinking that His Majesty's person must not be able to make such a secret move, it is estimated that it is planned by others, and it is a great luck that His Majesty has received such a good supplement to make up for His Majesty's omission. The queen of the sin is also free from the future of the empire......

Leon closed the letter, and except for the last few words, he could only smile wryly, and the rest of the content was within the scope of admiration.

"Find a reliable person and make sure that another suicide note is delivered intact to the earl's family. In addition, immediately buy the coffin and everything else for the earl, and the general of the empire cannot die a shabby death. Leon commanded.

July 25, 345 Continental Gregorian Calendar, Mastar, Naples.

Today, the central square of Naprus is crowded with people, because it is here that a very important prisoner will be executed, the Marquis of Rossi. The fact that such a prominent figure has fallen into the field today really aroused the curiosity of many people, so that the night before, the place on the outskirts of the square that could be used for trading had been occupied. And the day before yesterday, the balconies around the square where you can see the execution process clearly have long been rented to some dignitaries who like to join in the fun.

"Atalanta, is it going to begin?" A pleasant female voice came from a plainly decorated carriage.

"We've put people on the side, Your Majesty." Atalanta stood in the driver's seat, and with her sharp eyes, she was able to see everything on the guillotine very clearly.

"Your Majesty, this is your last chance to pardon him, don't you think about it?" Sitting in the carriage with Sigrani was Cizer, who now had his own fief, and his father's position and fortune would be given to his younger brother, because his title was higher than his father's, and his fief was comparable to that of his original family.

"Do you want to repay him for his kindness?" Sigrani smiled.

"One point, however, is mainly for the sake of His Majesty, after all, the Rossi family also owes a lot to the royal family, isn't it?"

"The credit for betraying the old master, if the rest of the Rossi family is really embarrassed to open this mouth!" Sigrani's eyes instantly became unusually cold, which made Cizer, who was used to hippie smiles, shudder.

Such a look reminded Cizer of the fact that on the night of her arrival in Nabrus, Sigrani went to see her half-brother Maximilian, and it is said that Leon, who later went to see his wife in the nursery, saw the Empress carrying her brother to the balcony, and the nurse of the Prince, who was taking the Grand Duke's palace down, was horrified to find that the Empress was trying to let go of her embrace. The nurse, who was extremely frightened, did not dare to say a word, and stood there stiffly, and the Grand Duke, who found that the atmosphere was not right, immediately called out to the empress. And in response to him was an angelic smile with an innocent expression. Cizer recalls this rumor, was Sigrani really not killing at all at the time? Did she really not have the slightest thought of cutting down the grass and eradicating the roots? Combined with the scene just now, Cizer deeply realized that the emperor was sitting opposite him first, and then a beautiful woman.

With a burst of exclamation from the crowd, Higrani knew it was over, "Atalanta, let's go." ”

When the carriage carrying Empress Mastar returned to the town hall of Nabrus, someone immediately reported bad news to Sigrani: the prince Maximilian was missing, and it was suspected that someone had infiltrated the marquis's palace and carried him away.

Sigrani did not seem surprised by such a thing, she did not make much arrangements for her brother's safety, but made the following arrangements lightly: give the prince's nurse a glass of poisoned wine, and immediately arrest Berlusconi, who has not yet been arrested. Apparently the Marquis's Mansion must have a little-known secret passage, and with the help of the nurse, who feared that the Empress would one day kill her, Berlusconi, Marquis Rossi's loyal lackey who had sneaked back to Nabrus, took the little prince away.

At the end of July of that year, almost at the same time as the end of the French Civil War the previous year, Mastar had reverted to the status of a master. The elimination of the largest nobles in the South had many benefits, the most obvious of which was that the southern metropolis of Nabrus and large swaths of land were brought under the royal name, and the royal power of Mastar was consolidated like never before. Frederick's fiefdom moved south, and in order to distinguish between them, the Marquis of Turin was called South Felds, and the former Marquis of Turin was called North Felds.

However, there was another thing that disappointed her very much, she did not find the document of the covenant between Falency and the Rossi family, so that the Marquis of Rossi could only be guillotined for rebellion, but she could not sue him for collaborating with the enemy to completely erase the Rossi family. And it also lost the best excuse to tear up the peace treaty that had just been signed with France. It seems that the mainland can enjoy a small period of precious peace.

-- Lazy dividing line――――――

The second volume is officially over.,A few people didn't die.,I'm going to kill in the third volume.,Everyone should be mentally prepared.。 Wang Er can finally add clicks for me, haha.