People are in the Ark, I am the mastermind behind them

The Second Army, aren't they stationed at the Sami border several hundred kilometers away?

Before Arlette could think too much, he heard the order from General Gawain.

"All soldiers, fire guns!"

With a clear and neat "click" sound, these well-trained soldiers picked up firecrackers and shot Alette and the noble rebels to pieces with just one volley.

General Gawain walked at the front of the team, roaring at the frightened city defenders.

"If you don't want to be executed for treason, just follow me and protect His Majesty Feodor!"

The soldiers were trembling and did not dare to answer. After a long time, a bold city defense soldier finally spoke tremblingly.

"General...General, not long ago, we heard a radio broadcast saying that His Majesty Feodor passed away."

This news was like a bolt from the blue, almost making Gawain doubt his own ears.

"You...you...say it again?"

He clenched his fist violently, and the general let out a blood-curdling roar.

"If those bastards really kill His Majesty Feodor, I will bring in the high-speed battleship immediately!"

"Then, I will go from house to house and kill all these bastards without leaving any one behind!"

Chapter 128: More painful than death, more terrifying than death

When Feodor led his troops towards the temporary command post of the nobles outside the Winter Palace, the nobles were fleeing into the Winter Palace, fearing that they would be caught by the rioting citizens of Ursus.

"Run fast. As soon as we get to that place, everyone will be safe."

The temporary head of the Kyle family strode forward with the support of several family members, followed by the temporary heads of the York family and the Caesar family.It can be said that the core command of this rebel army is here.

Along the way, these nobles traveled unimpeded. The guards guarding the palace had long been killed, and the soldiers responsible for the handles were missing. All that was left were empty buildings stained with blood.

"Where are the soldiers? Where have they gone?"

They passed through two halls in succession, but still could not find any trace of the soldiers, which made these nobles feel vaguely uneasy.It was as if, before they knew it, something extremely terrifying had happened.

When these nobles stumbled to the front of the Duma, they finally saw the reinforcements they had been waiting for. The soldiers who had high hopes from the nobles now fell neatly to the ground. They died miserably, as if they were struck by something sharp. Cut off the head.

"Ah, what's going on, what's going on?"

The ominous premonition in the hearts of the Kyle family became stronger and stronger. He tore his hair and tried to calm down.

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. Feodor only has less than a hundred troops left, and these nobles have sent more than 500 people. No matter how pale they are, his soldiers should not say a word. Those who remained silent were all killed.

"Count Phil, are you... looking for them?"

Everyone followed the sound and found that there was a team standing in the direction they came from.

In that team, stood a familiar figure. He was dressed in a dark military uniform, with his lower abdomen and face covered in blood. He was the emperor of Ursus, Feodor.

Fyodor showed a disgusted expression, and he coldly threw a round object in front of the nobles.

Earl Phil took a closer look and found that it was his son's head. He turned pale with fright and almost fainted.

His son was the commander-in-chief of the attack on Feodor's palace, and his head appeared here, which means...

Earl Phil didn't dare to think about it anymore. He instinctively didn't want to accept the cruelest ending.

"Come, my ministers, your emperor is in front of you now."

Fyodor made a majestic appearance. He was bathed in the light of Ursus, and his whole person was as majestic as a mythical hero, leaving no trace of the slightest thought of resistance.

"Who wants to take my life? Who wants to subvert this country? You can try it!"

There was silence. These nobles did not dare to say a word. There were only more than fifty of them left. All of these people were the heads and heirs of major families. It was impossible to expect them to fight for their lives, and Fyodor's side There were more than seventy elite palace guards, and they looked murderous.

How to do?How to do?

Silks of cold sweat flowed down the faces of these nobles. There was no turning back when they fired their bows. It was too late to retreat at this moment. Those mobs would soon pour in. In addition, His Majesty Feodor's bodyguards also Obstacles they cannot overcome.

"Let's go! Run to the inner hall!"

Almost instantly, the temporary head of the Kyle family made up his mind. He did not believe that His Majesty Feodor had killed all the soldiers they sent to the Winter Palace.

When the balance of power between the enemy and ourselves is unfavorable, the noble's first thought is of course to seek reinforcements. As long as they can find a large force to attack the palace, integrate and defeat the remaining soldiers of His Majesty Feodor, the rebellion will be successful. .

Every noble is running, they use all their strength, every cell is greedily breathing air, they are unwilling to admit defeat, victory is clearly in front of them.

Looking at their retreating figures, Feodor showed a playful expression. He was not in a hurry to catch up, but followed them leisurely. His soldiers had been fighting for a long time, so it was most feasible to wait for work. plan.

In the direction of the palace, there is the Bozocasti, the hero of the Wendigo.After Fyodor saw with his own eyes the way the patriots fought, the emperor developed a sincere admiration that no man could match.

The nobles took steps forward. They were panting. They ran for who knows how long. They finally lost sight of Fyodor and others chasing behind them. This made the nobles feel relieved a little.

"Come on, let's go in, our soldiers must still be inside!"

In front of the palace door, the leading nobleman, Earl Phil, took a deep breath and opened the door to the palace.

In an instant, the smell of blood that was so strong that it couldn't be attached came to his face. Only countless deaths could create such a dense smell of the dead.

The nobles trembled instinctively, as if they had seen some extremely terrifying scene, and their whole bodies were cold.

In this long palace passage, there were densely packed corpses. The leader, Earl Phil, lowered his head in horror. He found that his expensive leather shoes had been filled with blood and became extremely heavy.

Broken arms and limbs were randomly discarded on the ground. They were all warriors of the noble rebels. Their weapons were all deformed. Many of their bodies were subjected to incomprehensible brute force, as if someone had crushed them. bones, and then ripped out the internal organs.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

A nobleman saw this hellish scene, and his string that had been tight until now finally collapsed. He cried violently, his eyes filled with tears, and he ran away while crying and laughing.

On normal days, Earl Phil wouldn't mind executing him to stabilize the morale of the army, but at this moment, the nobleman had no such mood at all.

His body blocked the half-open door, which prevented the other nobles from seeing clearly what was going on inside.

Only Earl Phil, only he saw that extremely terrifying scene.

Where countless corpses were piled up, at the end of the corridor, stood an incomparably majestic figure.He looked three meters tall, like a hill. His left hand held a halberd that was still bleeding, and his right hand held a noble commander who was still struggling.

As the commander wailed, Wendigo slowly stretched out his hand and crushed his head, causing blood and brains to splash everywhere.

After doing this, the Patriot dropped the body, raised his head, and looked at Count Phil.

For a moment, Earl Phil felt that his soul was frozen. He wanted to sound an alarm. He wanted to signal the nobles behind him to run away quickly, but he couldn't. His throat seemed to be filled with lead. No matter what, he couldn't. No sound can be made.

"Ah...quickly...quickly"

He tried to open his trembling lips, but the nobles accompanying him failed to understand his meaning well.

At this moment, the Patriot moved. He raised the huge halberd stained with blood in his hand, and then made a throwing motion.

Like a missile coming out of its barrel, the halberd was thrown out at a speed that humans could never catch. It made a harsh roar and quickly penetrated the palace door, taking with it Earl Phil and several others who were standing at the door. The nobles suffered together.

The halberd flew hundreds of meters in a row, and was finally nailed to a high wall. The nobles who were scratched by the halberd were not so lucky. The patriot's attack, even if it was a shield wearing heavy armor, Wei couldn't bear it, let alone them.

These nobles were cut off at the waist very simply and decisively, and their blood and intestines were scattered all over the ground.

All the remaining nobles were stunned, and after a few seconds, they screamed and realized what had happened.

There was something more cruel and powerful in the palace. He even killed all the soldiers involved in the operation by himself. This is why His Majesty Feodor let them leave.

"No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

The temporary head of the Caesar family let out an angry roar. He turned around suddenly and wanted to retreat in another direction.

It's just that it's too late.

Behind these nobles, the team led by Fyodor had already rushed to outflank them. The attendants took out their crossbows and began to shoot at the nobles. They received orders from Fyodor to capture them alive.

With a "bang", the patriot pushed open the door. He dragged his bloody halberd and appeared in everyone's sight. His armor was covered with the blood of the soldiers, which made him look like he had come from hell. The evil spirit crawling out.

"My king, the last rebel, is left to us."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, grabbed the ties of the two nobles like chickens, then twisted their hands and feet and threw them to the ground.

"Hunjun, I will fight with you!"

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the temporary head of the York family roared. He suddenly took out the firecracker hidden in his arms and aimed at Fyodor.

However, there was something faster than him, it was Herage's sword.

The sword skill, which was as brilliant as dusk, was thrust out in an instant. While piercing through his fire blunderbuss, it also cut off the noble's arm.

"Surrender, or death?"

Herage stepped forward and asked these nobles in a tough manner.

The psychological defenses of these nobles finally collapsed. They lost, completely. Their soldiers had been slaughtered, but His Majesty Feodor still had a trump card.

Except for a few nobles who chose to commit suicide, the remaining nobles all threw away their weapons and raised their hands above their heads. They did not have such backbone.

What awaits them will be the guillotine and the gallows.

At this point, this great rebellion has come to an end, but there are still some things that have not been resolved.

For example, the citizens of Ursus who have flocked to the Winter Palace are excited and want to seek justice for Fyodor no matter what.

When they passed through the Duma and saw their beloved Majesty Feodor standing upright, everyone fell silent.

After a brief silence, there were cheers and cries like thunder.

Chapter 129: Recasting the Glory of Ursus

When the crowd poured into the Winter Palace and passed through the Duma, they saw this scene:

Those arrogant nobles were kneeling on the ground, raising their hands high, and their weapons were casually discarded aside.The two temporary heads of the Grand Duke's family lay at Fyodor's feet tremblingly. They were as flattering as dogs.

On the high platform, Fyodor and his attendants stood together. The midday sun shone on him, making him appear wise and powerful, like a character coming out of an epic oil painting.

Next to Fyodor, two majestic bodies stood. One of them was nearly three meters tall. He was covered in blood-stained black armor. He held a halberd in his left hand and the temporary head of the Kyle family in his right hand. head.

On the emperor's right side, there is a white-haired Liboli, his old Ursus general uniform is rustling at the moment.

In the crowd, many people's eyes suddenly turned red. When they saw Fyodor, their sad and angry hearts were healed. Their anger quickly faded, replaced by elements called grievance and excitement. .

"Your Majesty Feodor, I know that you will not be defeated by those damn nobles. You will always be the flag of Ursus."

A young nobleman murmured. He kept wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. He was so excited that he could hardly speak.

And more people raised their weapons high and let out rhythmic shouts.

"Long live His Majesty Fyodor! Long live Ursus!"

No words can describe their mood at this moment. Everyone was shouting at the top of their lungs, everyone was crying, and the venue was enveloped in a sea of ​​emotions.

They thought that the benevolent Majesty had encountered something unexpected. They thought that the nobles had sentenced every infected person to death.

But those nobles failed to do so. They failed to defeat His Majesty Feodor. When they arrived, His Majesty Feodor had already put down the rebellion, and he won the victory under the protection of Ursus.

Even the most staunch atheists began to thank the gods for their protection at this moment. They believed that there must be some kind of fate in the dark, and it would never allow Fyodor to die before reviving Ursus.

On the high platform, Fyodor looked at his people and the infected people who were covered in blood and wounds. He said to them in an affectionate tone:

"Ah, my people, you, what a fighting group of people!"

The emperor choked up. He couldn't imagine how fearless these poorly equipped citizens of Ursus were and what a painful price they paid to get through the layers of defenses set up by the nobles and reach the Winter Palace. .

At this moment, he finally understood why he and his guards were able to persevere in the nobles' offensive. It was his people, his loyal people who came to the rescue. They used their own blood and flesh to hold back the nobles' army.

"me···"

Fyodor couldn't go on. His people believed in him so much that countless people sacrificed their lives and loyalty for Fyodor, which made Fyodor feel extremely heavy.

During his reign, he did so little for his people. Farmers are still in poverty, and the situation of infected people still has not been fundamentally changed. Fedor and his people still have a long way to go. .

"Long live Ursus!"

Thousands of words were condensed into one sentence. Feodor shouted this slogan, bursting out the emotions accumulated in his chest one by one. His people shouted with him, and the slogan was louder than a thunderstorm and natural disaster.

The emotions of the citizens of Ursus were completely brought out, and many people shed tears. On the way to the Winter Palace, they sacrificed a lot and sacrificed many compatriots, but no one cried, because the citizens of Ursus knew very well that they Fighting for Ursus, this sacrifice is glorious and worth it.

However, when they saw Fyodor, it was like children who had been bullied outside had finally found their parents. They wanted to tell Fyodor about the exploitation they had suffered, and wanted to let the emperor know what they had suffered. They believe that His Majesty Feodor will seek justice for them.

"My people, I feel your love for Ursus, I feel it all."

Feodor straightened his chest and made a majestic appearance. He was the emperor of Ursus and the great savior in the hearts of the Ursus people. In any case, he should not let his people feel disappointment.

The emperor took a deep breath, and accompanied by Patriot and Herrag, he slowly walked down the steps and headed towards the crowd in the distance.

"The rebels, the nobility, the corruption, we have defeated them all."

His steps were very slow. As he walked, Fyodor swept his eyes across the fanatical faces. He wanted to remember this scene forever.