Tang Qi Tan

When Polis, the commander of the Capital Garrison, woke up again in the dim light of the sky, he only felt that it was difficult to breathe, his mouth and nose were stagnant, and his lungs were full of burning sensations; But it was so heavy and sticky that it was impossible to break free.

It wasn't until someone fed some liquid into Polis's mouth that the moist feeling made his exhausted body gradually active; afterward, Polis opened his eyes and saw the deputy company of his Legion Guard. Long Cambronne, struggling to hold a helmet.

The moment he saw the opponent who was bandaging his head, the scene of the final defeat also immediately appeared in Polis's mind.It started with the Grand Gasconian Regiment, which was ordered to engage the enemy; amidst the yelling and cursing in the native dialect, they actually mingled with the enemy who was facing each other with swords and guns.

Then, these hometown soldiers, who were given great expectations by Polis, turned their heads and rushed towards the unprepared friendly army. At the time of the total collapse of the capital garrison...

In the end, only the Legion Guard Company desperately escorted Polis out of the siege, and was almost completely lost under the continuous pursuit of the enemy light cavalry.Therefore, the last moment of Polis's memory is the moment when the mount he was transferring lost strength and was thrown off the horseback.

But the undeniable reality is that he has been completely defeated; not only ruined the most elite troops of the capital garrison, but also ruined the last hope of the Burgundian dynasty.He failed the training and expectations of Aramis' great mentor, and also failed the important task entrusted by His Majesty King John.

Although in fortresses such as Dourdan on the southern line, there are still some local troops and old, weak and wounded soldiers of the Ninth Corps.But it was already irresistible, and the enemy troops from the north and south lines were encircling and attacking.Not to mention, even the Gascon soldiers from his hometown deserted him in the face of battle.

I don't know when, these township troops, which he entrusted with great respect and trust, have been infiltrated by fellow townspeople from the enemy camp.At this time, Polis is like those tragic characters who have no end in history and legends, only waiting for the moment when the curtain finally ushers in.

Finally, after recovering some energy and strength, Polis managed to stand up; only then did he find himself in the ruins of an ancient aqueduct.And the twenty or thirty guard soldiers scattered all over the place, leaning or sitting, are all the subordinates that can be seen.

Polis wanted to open his mouth to give them some encouragement and encouragement; however, he could only squeeze out some hoarse ravings from his thirsty throat, but instead made him vomit some dry blood clots from his mouth and nose; then he felt the obvious salty It turned out that what Cambrona gave him to drink was horse blood.

But in any case, this small episode also allowed Polis to cheer up and cheer up a little bit from the depression that was full of body and mind.At least even at this moment of desperation, he still has these relentless followers, at least his efforts are not meaningless.

Next, he had to consider how to lead these subordinates to find a new way out and prospect.For example, abandon this overly conspicuous military uniform, make up as a common exile in the capital region, wait for an opportunity to return to the vicinity of Seine City, and then find a way to contact the Great Mentor.

At least Polis firmly believed in one thing, compared to His Majesty King John, who was inevitably martyred for his country; this great mentor with an ancient identity and mysterious history, who had participated in and manipulated many major events in the kingdom behind the scenes, would never be easily lost life, or other unforeseen circumstances.

In this way, he may also try to escape to the northern frontier of the kingdom, and look for opportunities to pull up a team again in the name of mercenaries and based on these subordinates among the princes and princes of the Netherlands that are vassals of the kingdom.But then, his expression darkened again.

Because Polis thought of Nana who had not been able to get in touch so far, Joseph who was still in the capital, and those royal ladies who brought him all kinds of novel senses, and the one who seemed to have no real relationship with him. The mother is generally the wife who can patiently listen to him.

At this time, the sound of the bugle suddenly came to mind outside, waking Polis up from the brief remembrance; he couldn't help reaching for the saber, but only touched the empty leather sheath.And the soldiers present who were supposed to stand up to fight, also remained in place indifferently.

In an instant, Polis suddenly understood something; he suddenly turned his head and looked at Cambrona, the deputy company commander of the guard.Even though his whole body was covered with mud and blood, Cambrona, who still kept a clean and neat mustache, gave him a helpless and unusually wry smile.

"I'm sorry, Legion Commander, after being surrounded here, all the people can no longer support." "And their only request is to ensure your personal health and integrity... as long as you go out , everything will be understood naturally.”

Afterwards, Polis, who was helped to walk out of the ruins of the caretaker's house under the elevated aqueduct, saw the somewhat familiar battle flag with a white cross and eagle pattern standing on the edge of the sparse forest; Among the knights in costume, the small figure in military uniform.

"Na..." In an instant, Polis, who was still weak and weak, felt that the blood in his whole body rushed to his forehead; everything he had worked hard and struggled for these years seemed to have turned into nothingness at this moment. A big joke full of gray and bleak colors.

The moment Polis, who was extremely excited, wanted to rush forward to question the other party; suddenly his body froze again.Because, a blade of a sword that sneaked up from behind was piercing through his chest; and one of the accompanying guards said in a voice that was unfamiliar to him: "The betrayer must die."

Polis, who seemed to understand something again, could only fall down from the edge of the bridge pier as heavy as a stone amidst the screams and shouts, filled with grief, resentment and infinite regret...At the same time, a round of manhunts are being launched in the city of Senna.

Although, as the master of the Burgundian dynasty, King John, and more members of the royal family, have disappeared in the Oasis Palace.However, many relevant courtiers and members of the imperial council, as well as the old and new nobles in the city, had no way to escape easily after the city was broken.

Therefore, groups of men and women in luxurious clothes were brutally broken into the rich and luxurious mansion by groups of soldiers in blue shirts; they were dragged out crying and screaming, and then they were escorted and wandered on the street; It has become the most lively scene in Seine City nowadays.

It also made the large and small churches, monasteries, and nuns that were used as temporary detention places become overcrowded for a while.In stark contrast, there are large and small citizen blocks located in the outer ring area and the lower city, separated by military checkpoints and patrols.

Greeted by temporarily recruited clergy and citizen representatives, porridge sheds were built at the entrances and exits of these blocks; special emergency/biscuit dry food from the south, plus beans, oats, rye and other miscellaneous grains that could be collected , boiled with salted fish into a hodgepodge.

Then distribute these boiled thick soups with sporadic oily flakes to those citizens/civilians and poor people who brought their families to receive food; , By the way, the most basic block household registration and registration work was completed.

Occasionally, some of them belonged to gang members, or criminals who had committed criminal offenses, were identified and arrested on the spot, causing a lot of commotion.At the same time, some people who lacked identification and did not have multiple neighbors' guarantees were taken away.

Amidst all the uproar, the fugitive royal ministers, former members of the Imperial Council, Secretary-General of the Finance Committee, Deputy Minister of Finance, senior member of the Honorary Council, Duke Kersson, and Travel Shire were also in one place. In the unremarkable building, nervously looking at the chaotic streets.

In fact, just over half a year before the Free Army attacked Seine City, he had already smelled a bad smell, and between the lower city and the left and right bank areas, he secretly arranged multiple safe houses/shelters, as well as to deal with The cover identity of the check is a genuine product from the household registration office of the city hall.

Even the description of the owner's identity and appearance was as close as possible to him and his relatives.That's why he was able to escape from his mansion with makeup and hide here with his wife and servants as soon as the free army began to attack the city.

Therefore, at this moment, on the surface, he is just a citizen who has a little relationship with a certain official of the City Hall Architecture Department, and relies on the business of renting out buildings as an agent, with a small amount of savings and a well-off family.The family servants he brought with him also naturally became relatives and tenants.

Relying on these manpower, not only resisted the initial attempt to break in, but also from the attacks and looting of hooligans from nearby neighborhoods; also relying on taking in many neighbors, old, weak, women and children who had fled here, they were able to deal with it several times, from representatives of the neighborhood door-to-door inquiries and inspections,

However, when the neighborhood representative came to the door to mobilize the young and middle-aged of the family, and everyone who could walk, the old and the weak, went to the intersection to receive the daily ration food; the disguise he tried to maintain was almost unsustainable.Because his wife Charlotte actually wanted to take the opportunity to go out.

Then Marie, his de facto lover and public secretary, daughter of the Marquis Leoland, who was almost sent to a convent;Then when he covered up in front of Charlotte, he caught the attention of a nun who was taken in and was willing to help.

And Aunt Agnes, whom he had worked so hard to protect and avoid getting married, couldn't stop at this time; the change in the environment actually caused a fever, and she could only be temporarily isolated on the top floor.But what worried him even more was another lover, Laura de Beauvent.

The banker's daughter who conspired with him and indirectly murdered her biological father, the Baron de Bowen, flatly rejected the refuge plan he secretly proposed; and returned to the family manor outside the city with her nominal husband and personal guards to go.I don't know what's going on now.

In addition, his lover Lola, who was sent to the south to give birth, and his sister and children who were entrusted to him before leaving, also lost contact with him for several days during the transfer process in the city.This series of troubles, like huge boulders, piled on his heart all the time.

It also made this once handsome and unrestrained young nobleman appear a few gray hairs in a short period of time, and became more and more vicissitudes...