Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 391 Queen and Knight

England, Isle of Wight.

The Isle of Wight is the southernmost of the British Isles, just across the Channel from mainland England.

The Isle of Wight has beautiful scenery, abundant aquatic products, and a mild climate. It is one of the sunniest areas in the British Isles. For this reason, a royal palace was built on the island, named Osborne Palace. Members of the British royal family will choose to come here for vacation and rest until spring.

But now, here is no longer the beautiful scenery and the previous leisurely and comfortable atmosphere, it has become desolate and chilling!

England's civil war has come to an end, and the Isle of Wight is the final battlefield!

In the narrow Solent Strait, countless large and small warships are now crowded, and countless people are fighting on deck and on the sea.

It is not difficult to tell the difference between the two parties at war. One side uses the flag of white cross on a black background. They are the independent party that supports Lord Protector Cromwell and plans to establish a parliament and put the imperial power on the shelf.On the other side, the golden lion flag on the red background is of course the royalists who stubbornly stand on the side of the current Queen Elizabeth of England.

And obviously, judging from the changing of the banner, it was the Lord Protector's Independent Party that had the upper hand!
The battleships holding the golden lion flag on a red background sank one after another, and the warriors wearing ancient gorgeous armor sank into the water one by one, while the rest were oppressed and retreated to the Isle of Wight.

With the defeat of the naval battle, the royalist party is gone, and it is no longer able to compete with the independent party.From the beginning, they swept across most of England vigorously, and they were evenly divided with the Independence Party. They fought back and forth, but the war has continued until now, and they only have the last territory left on the Isle of Wight.And the increasingly stronger enemies on the opposite side will soon set foot on this small island, kill them, or drive them into the sea, and completely win this war.

At the highest point of Fort White, the young Her Majesty the Empress looked gloomy as she watched the utter defeat of the battle below.She pursed her lips, and tightly squeezed a delicate fan in her hand, her wrist trembled and her joints turned white.

Then, her gaze turned to the sky.

High in the sky, it is naturally the battlefield of the martial saints.

A ball of golden light stands in the sky, exuding dazzling golden light all the time, like a small sun.That was the warrior sage protecting the country of Far Ireland, "Child of Light" Cu Chulainn.

In his hands, the rays of light turned into countless golden spears, shooting out in all directions, intending to stab the opponent who was as slippery as a loach.

His opponent is a white light!
The white light was not big, but it was extremely fast and extremely sharp. It was shaped like a silver-white long sword, and it was flying around the golden ball of light. The light ball shattered.

The speed of the white light is unbelievably fast. Behind it, there are bursts of explosions and white ripples, which are the performance of the air being torn and the sound barrier being broken!
And what it flies around is not a straight line or a fixed trajectory. In the rainy golden spear, it is like a white silver snake, changing its traveling direction with incomparable flexibility, and often rubbing against it The golden light spear passed by, looking extremely thrilling.

But if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that this white light is slowly approaching the golden light sphere, approaching its central core, and even occasionally, its sharp edge has touched the edge of the golden light sphere, and may pierce the light at any time. Among the balls!

Faced with such a thrilling attack, even the well-known veteran martial artist, "Child of Light" Cu Chulainn would not be easy to deal with. His whole body was full of radiance, which completely dyed him into a golden man. The long spear in his hand was fast Not even a shadow can be seen.

But the battle didn't last long. After the battle on the sea was over and the royalists were all forced back to the Isle of Wight, the independent party sounded the horn of retreat.

The huge fleet slowly withdrew, leaving only a mess on the surface of the sea. It was battleships slowly sinking into the water, pieces of wreckage burning with flames, and corpses floating on the water.
The battle in the sky was also over, the little golden sun receded towards the fleet, the white sword light didn't chase after it, it swirled deftly, and shot towards the castle high on the island.

As the sky gradually darkened, the victorious fleet began to return to the port not far away for repairs and rest, while the royalist fighters who finally retreated to the island began to bandage their wounds and repair their fortifications, preparing for the next day's landing interception battle.

But everyone knows that the next day will be the last day of this war.Firmly gaining the upper hand, the Independent Party army, whose number is dozens of times larger than that of the Royalists, will attack the Isle of Wight, completely wipe out the power of the Royalists, and unite once again to rule England.

Soldiers are also busy making preparations in the small Osborne Palace. This is the highest point on the Isle of Wight and the only place on the entire island with a city wall.

Their faces were numb, and under the command of the officers, they moved bundles of arrows, barrels of hot oil, and stones to the city wall and piled them under the crenels.
Not only ordinary soldiers, but also those generals who roared loudly and waved whips. Behind the loud roars, there was a deep despair, which was inescapable and could only wait for death!

"Resolutely refuse to surrender to the rebels, and will not take any prisoners. Once all rebels are found, they must be executed!"

This is an order from His Excellency the Protector, and the so-called "rebels" even include the current queen, Her Majesty Elizabeth!
As the night deepened, the soldiers hid in the corners and under the crenels, as if this wall that was not too high or too thick could give them an infinite sense of security.They are in different states, some are biting their nails, some are cleaning their weapons frantically, some are yelling, some are crying bitterly, but all of them are waiting, waiting for the arrival of a new day, waiting Finally death comes.

At the highest point of the palace, in Her Majesty's room, a group of royalist ministers are trying to persuade each other.

"Your Majesty, I can't take care of that much now, so you should go!"

"Now is the last chance. When they attack the city tomorrow, we won't be able to run even if we want to!"

"That's right, Your Majesty, the boats are all ready, and they are full of experienced sailors. The weather is fine tonight, and there is no moon. It's the best time to escape. We can't hesitate any longer."

"It is true that we were defeated, but we may not have a day of recovery. In history, there are many examples of fleeing to other countries and finally successfully returning to the country! As long as we work hard, it will not be difficult to come back and regain it when the traitor Cromwell dies. Throne!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! You heard it too, Cromwell's rebellion wants your life! If you die, the hope of our England will be completely lost!"

"Now there are still quite a few people who support us in the country, but they are afraid to mobilize because of Cromwell's rebellious power. After he dies, as long as we come back, it will not be difficult to regain the throne!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are still young, and you have plenty of time to spend with him, so you can't do stupid things!"

The earnest advice of the important ministers obviously had no effect. Her Majesty held her forehead and waved them away: "You all go down first, let me think about it."

In desperation, the important ministers had no choice but to leave one after another, leaving only two people in the room.

One is Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth of England, and the other is a knight in silver-white armor.

"You said, should I run away?" Queen Elizabeth's voice was trembling and uncertain.

"Your Majesty, you need to decide for yourself." Even at this time, the white-armored knight was still handsome, with a calm tone, and responded with his chest.

"But... I'm a little scared." The Queen's words carried a rare weakness.

"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, no matter what choice you make, I will follow you." The white-armored knight's voice was very gentle, with a warm feeling of attachment.

"Even to the mainland?" The queen's voice was small.

"No matter where you go." The knight's voice was firm.

"But. Back then, the Holy See, um, they didn't allow you." The Queen's voice became softer, until it was barely audible.

After taking a long breath, the white-armored knight promised, "I said, no matter where you go, I will follow you! Even if you give up your status as a Knight of the Round Table!"

(End of this chapter)