Blood Dragon

Chapter 170 Chapter [-] Doomsday

"Cannons! Bring the cannons and bombard them!"

An officer called out hoarsely.Under his push, several cannons were pulled to the closest distance.The half-burnt gate groaned under the attack of dense shells.With the final blow, the city gate was shattered into pieces, and there was a gap big enough for three people to walk side by side.

The soldiers cheered and rushed forward.

The battle went much smoother than expected.Perhaps the enemy has also understood that after the gate is breached, everything is irreversible.Their resistance was weak, and the soldiers quickly surrendered in droves.

Two layers of the triple defense of Fonoros City have been breached.All that remains is the central castle, which is also the Duke's residence.To say that this city was really not built, Byron's ancestors (and of course himself) have spent a lot of effort.After the outer city wall was breached, the second level still resisted for a day.As for the last line of defense, it is even more famous for being dangerous and narrow.

But no matter what kind of castle fortress, for this sake, it will only delay the time of destruction a little bit.

The defeat of the army is like a mountain, this sentence is in line with the current situation.Byron may fight to the end for his own survival, but his men have been demoralized and have no intention of continuing to fight.The final blow is not even necessary, because as long as the battle slows down and the imminent pressure of life and death is relieved, human survival instinct will force them to make the right and only choice.

Either die, or the seller steals life.It's not an honorable choice, but you can't force chivalry on everyone.

For a country's civil war, this choice is easier to make.Because you can even find a good reason for your actions, and no one can say that you did wrong in the future.

Ashurfat has moved his command post to a big house in the city.As expected by many people, the biggest trouble for him now is not the central castle, Byron's last stronghold, but the stack of letters on his desk.

One of the great characteristics of civil wars is that the two parties to the war are inextricably linked to each other.And the most direct manifestation of these relationships is in the pile of letters on his desk.

These are letters from all over the country in Gruene, and Falcon City accounts for the vast majority.All of these are pleading letters.

Of course, these were not letters pleading for traitors.Byron's charge of treason has been confirmed, and now someone wants to intercede for him or his subordinates, which is almost like committing suicide.These pleading letters are actually from the chamber of commerce...

Fonoros is an important city, like all important cities, almost all chambers of commerce have their corresponding branches in this city.Originally, these branches were protected by the local lord, the Duke of Byron.But now that Byron's demise is just around the corner, these Chamber of Commerce branches have become a piece of fat.

The content of these letters is not too different, that is, to try every means and use various relationships to let Aishuruffat guarantee the safety of the lives and property of some people in the city.As for these letter writers, most of them only heard their names and did not know them.

"General, we have captured the magician."

While Ashurfat was flipping through the letters, several soldiers walked into the command post with a man in a crimson robe.The magician was bare-handed, and there were no visible scars on his body.He obviously offered no resistance.

Having said that, things have come to this point, unless they are Byron's closest buddies, other mercenaries are not obliged to die for Byron.

"I surrender," the magician said first, with a relaxed and indifferent expression on his face. "My employment relationship with Byron has ended, so I demand corresponding captive treatment."

Ashuruffat's gaze was fixed on him, and he didn't move away for several seconds.He didn't speak, but a cruel breath subconsciously flowed from him, and everyone present could feel it vaguely.

"Wait," before Ashuruffat made any moves, the magician had already realized something was wrong, so he spoke immediately. "I can provide useful information. Byron is currently trapped inside, but there is a tunnel that can lead to the outside. Byron may take advantage of this opportunity... I don't know the exact location of the tunnel, but I know the general direction."

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The gunfire and shouts of killing fell silent.

More than 2000 people retreated into the final line of defense, and this was Byron's last strength.

Byron sat down in the conference room with a pale face. There were five or six subordinates sitting there, and the others were gone.The surprise attack this time was too sudden, and the effect of the explosion was too exaggerated, even the city of Fornoros, which claims to be impenetrable, couldn't bear it.After the sudden explosion, the defenders had lost control.Being able to organize resistance on the second line of defense is the best result.

Of course, the fall of the final line of defense has long been expected.In fact, it resisted for a whole day and night, which was beyond the best expectations.

Now, the city of Fonoros is already in the hands of the enemy, and only the central castle remains under Byron.He also had more than 2000 soldiers, nearly half of whom were wounded.

Although Byron had painstakingly formed a large army before, the people who really followed him to the end were the militiamen of the city of Fornoros.This also reflects from the side that Byron is deeply loved by the people in his territory.

However, the popularity of the people does not mean victory in the war.The hearts of the people in a city are not enough to compete with a country.

"My lord, the enemy... has temporarily retreated..." a subordinate reported.His face was darkened, the result of prolonged use of firearms, but now no one cares about appearance. "But tomorrow..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone knew what he meant.Although the central castle is the third line of defense, it is impossible to reverse the situation by relying on it. It can only delay its demise, and it can only delay it temporarily.

If reinforcements are available, then perhaps hold out -- or at least try.But... Fonoros City did not have any reinforcements.Byron's vassals have all betrayed, and they were the ones who worked hard in the previous attack.The Tiberians were too far away, and even if they were preparing to send troops now, it would be too late to save Byron.As for the chamber of commerce, Falcon City, secret agents, etc., they can't even be considered "distant water", let alone "quench near thirst".

"You all go down." Byron sighed a long time.Although the meeting hadn't even started, no one raised any objections.It's all over here, do we still need a meeting?

Suddenly Byron was alone in the room.No, it should be two people, because after everyone left, a figure suddenly came out of a closet next to them.This one is the former chaotic believer,

Byron looked up at him, but said nothing.

"Don't worry, Lord Duke, our agreement is absolutely valid." The other party said with a slight smile. "I hope the messenger will protect your descendants."

Byron nodded.The other party has kept silent about Byron's own safety, which shows that the "omnipotent" god in his mouth has the limit of power after all.Of course, for this sake, Byron no longer wished for more.As long as his family can continue.

He reached out and tremblingly drew the pistol from the holster around his waist.His pistol was as much a weapon as a work of art, light and gorgeous as it was powerful.Although Byron didn't know how many times he had held the handle of the gun, it was the first time he realized that the gun could be so heavy.

His hand holding the pistol trembled uncontrollably.

Hold it to your temple, pull the trigger, and end it like a dignified aristocrat.You tried, you failed, and that's for the best.There was a voice whispering in my heart.

But his body seemed to instinctively reject the idea.It was a very simple and easy thing to point the muzzle of the pistol to the head, but at this moment, Byron's right hand was shaking so violently that he could not do it.

He supported his right hand with his left hand so that he could continue to hold the gun handle.

The evil god believer was watching Byron's every move, he seemed to be very curious, but also seemed to be laughing.

The shame of exposing a weakness to others gave Byron new courage.He gritted his teeth and raised the muzzle of the gun to his temple.

But the instinct of the body came back with greater strength. Although his finger was on the trigger, he couldn't even raise half of the strength.In his heart, there was an instinct from all life roaring, preventing him from pulling the trigger.His arm was still shaking, even the muzzle of the gun was shaking.

As much as Byron tried to calm himself down, it was impossible to be calm.Because no matter how much calm a person pretends to be on the surface, it is just a disguise to deceive others.People can't deceive themselves, they can't deceive their hearts.Going to die generously is easy to say, but only a warrior can do it.

Byron was never a warrior.

However, he knew very well that he had no choice.The fight was hopeless, and there was no way that devilish little girl would forgive him.The fate of Beilheim is the best evidence.In a sense, Byron still doesn't know what happened. He doesn't understand why his careful planning and perfect layout resulted in such a result.But he knew that his end was at hand.That Ashrufat is as cunning as a fox.On the surface, he pretended to be under siege for a long time, but in fact he was planning to attack the city by blasting tunnels.The illusion that Byron had thought he had months left paralyzed him.If he had known this earlier, he would have agreed to all the conditions of Tiberius immediately instead of trying to bargain.

If only at that time...willing to be a regent minister... a trace of remorse deep in my heart flooded my heart.However, although the regent minister is honorable and prominent, how can he compare with the supremacy of the king's power?

You have no choice, the voice in your heart said coldly again.Did you see the gazes of those subordinates who left just now?They are all waiting for you to die.Once you commit suicide and they surrender, it is a perfect ending for them, an ending that does not need to bear any sin.It is also because they are waiting for this ending that they are still by your side and obey your orders.If you dare to violate their expectations, some of them will definitely surrender the city.At that time, it will not be a cute bullet, but a punishment of unknown kind.

No...no...I don't want to die!I don't want to die like this!In the depths of his heart, the roar from instinct is still strong, and the idea of ​​survival is so persistent that it ignores rational logical reasoning.I will give everything, I will cry and beg her for forgiveness...she will forgive me...she will surely forgive me...

His will repeated this miserable and hopeless struggle.The weather wasn't very hot, but the sweat flowed down from his head continuously, wet his hair all over.The pistol trembled violently, and the steel on the muzzle even scraped off a small piece of skin on Byron's temple.Suddenly, he discovered that the believer of the evil god had come to him at some point.

In the meeting room, there was a clear gunshot.