Sword of the pirate king

"boom!"

The closed palace door was kicked open, and the leader of the rebel army wearing a black mask slowly retracted his raised legs and stepped in.

The chief guards guarding on both sides rolled their eyes and fell to the ground. It's hard to say whether the fainting was real or fake.

"Jokowi, we finally meet."

The chieftain's voice was quite hoarse, and he called the king by his name without any shyness.

"That's right, the leader of the rebel army has only heard of his reputation all this time, but he just met the real person today."

King Jokowi said slowly, with a calm expression.

"Hmph, pay attention to your title." The chief said dissatisfiedly, "We are the people's army, to overthrow your tyranny and let the people gain real freedom."

"Hahaha!"

The king laughed suddenly, tears were coming out of his eyes, "This is really the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life! The People's Army, for the people... Ha ha!"

"You and I know exactly what the so-called People's Army is. It's okay to deceive the soldiers at the bottom. You and the three deputy commanders behind you are nothing more than dogs raised by Fore. It's ridiculous to pretend to be for the people. dead."

"Oh, we are dogs..."

The chief didn't retort, but sneered, "We are dogs, what about you? You are worse than a dog, locked in this palace, and you don't even have the courage to bark at people!"

"I don't want to argue with you about these meaningless topics..."

The king sighed and shook his head, his expression was quite lonely. Obviously, the words of the big leader also hit his sore spot.

"Yeah, it's just nonsense nonsense."

The big leader said with emotion, "Come with us obediently, don't force me to do it."

"We've already prepared a grand stage for you, and we're just waiting for your debut and the final... curtain call."

"Is it in the main square of the Kingdom? Hehe, that is really a wide and good place..."

The king smiled, and walked out of the palace gate without waiting for the chief to make a move.

"I heard that you ordered people to build this big square to enjoy the grand singing and dancing. It took a lot of manpower and material resources. If the recruited civilians were a little slack, they would be beaten severely. There are countless bones buried under the square..."

"Just let your blood pay homage to the souls of the dead underground."

The chief said as he walked.

"My blood? My blood will not satisfy the souls of the dead... You should be very clear about the one who deserves his life, the one who built the Grand Plaza in my name."

There was a trace of hatred in the king's tone.

"So what if it is clear? As long as the common people in the kingdom know this fact, it is enough. They will cheer for your death and be ecstatic for the freedom of the people."

"They only believe what they see with their eyes and what they hear with their ears, but they don't use their brains to think about the authenticity of all this."

As the chief said, he suddenly raised his eyes to look at the distant roof.

"What's wrong, is someone following you?"

The king followed his gaze, but found nothing.

"No, it's just an illusion."

He shook his head, secretly laughing if he was a little nervous, a little trouble could make him suspicious.

Unexpectedly, the king quietly loosened his clenched fist, and his palm was full of sweat.

The chief thought it was an illusion, and he was the only one who knew it best. It was not an illusion, but someone was really following them, and it started when they came out of the palace.

On the back slope of the roof in the distance, Noah retracted his head.

He secretly rejoiced that he covered the follower with his knowledgeable color, otherwise the big leader's sudden turn of the head would have met his eyes.

The moment the knowledgeable domineering sensed the movement of his neck muscles, he shrank back suddenly, so that he didn't expose it.

Gradually, after leaving the palace, the streets were filled with crowds twice.

Most of them are rebel soldiers wearing simple rattan armor and holding notched swords, and there are quite a few carrying bows and arrows and carrying axes, but there is one thing in common-walking and staring at the leader and the leader with hateful eyes. The three deputy commanders escorted the king.

"Pooh!"

I don't know who spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and hit the old king's clothes.

As soon as it started, the crowd who approached couldn't stop, spitting at the old king one after another, spitting without phlegm.

Seeing this, the deputy commander gloated and ran away, letting his soldiers do whatever they wanted. Only the chief frowned, but he didn't stop him in the end. He quickened his pace and walked ahead, out of sight and out of mind.

The old king looked sadly at the rebel soldiers who wanted to eat his flesh and blood, and there were many brave residents of the royal city mixed in. The appearance of these people made him feel unspeakable misery.

Ugh……

Noah hid on the roof, sighed silently when he saw this scene, and his anger towards Fore rose in his heart.

"These four bosses are not good birds, so let's just kill them later."

I thought they were doing things for him under the coercion of Fore, and they ended up in prison at most. Now it seems that there is no need to waste food in prison.

The old king lowered his head and walked staggeringly, feeling that the road under his feet was the longest road he had traveled in his life. In a trance, a sea of ​​people came into view, and the noisy crowd saw the big leader and the king. Appeared, instantly quieted down.

The huge square was packed to the brim with tens of thousands of people, only a narrow gap was left leading to the central high platform.

The design of the square is ingenious, and the echo wall is cleverly placed around it. When singing and dancing are performed on the central high platform, the sound can be transmitted to every part of the square, which is convenient for the king to appreciate.

The chief stood on the high platform, and the old king behind him was kicked severely by a deputy commander, and fell to his knees in embarrassment. There was almost no dry place on his body, and his clothes were soaked in saliva and yellow phlegm.

"Brothers and sisters of the People's Army, residents of Wangcheng, the freedom day you have been waiting for for several years has finally arrived!"

His voice echoed in every corner of the square, and all the soldiers and residents crowded here could hear clearly, and everyone had excited smiles on their faces.

"Prepare for execution!"

"Execution execution!"

"Die, die, die!"

With the order of the big leader, the crowd below became restless and shouted loudly.

"Crack!"

The old king was pressed by the executioner on the wooden frame that fixed the head with disgust, and the wooden yoke above fell down and clasped the old king's neck.

On the top of the four-meter-high guillotine shelf hangs a huge blade with a cold light. The edge of the trapezoidal guillotine is inclined for a better cutting effect, so that the blade will not curl when it falls, and it will be crisp.

"Hurr! A new era is coming!"

The big leader raised his hand and dropped it suddenly.

The executioner knew it, and raised the long knife to cut off the rope holding the guillotine, but his eyes wandered to a certain corner of the square, his arms swelled, and all his strength was used to control the speed of the long knife. Not slashing.