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The peaceful days finally ushered in a change.

In the morning, the urgent whistle woke up Lorraine from his sleep.

Lorraine opened his eyes and saw the allies in the tower galloping to gather within the walls of the castle. The bright and new green uniforms proved that they all came from the same company, the company of generals and guards.

Not long after, the big and small Hasadi came out together, the gate of the castle opened, and the soldiers in line came out one after another.

Lorraine lay on the top of the city and watched. After a while, he saw Karen approaching him from the direction of the city wall.

Captain, they have visitors, Crane said.

Visitor... Lorraine patted his butt and stood up, Has His Royal Highness Prince Dillaman finally come?

Karen Yidi's eyes widened: You can even guess this?

If you hear too many stories, you will gain something. Lorraine muttered, Let's go. After all, we are old acquaintances. Even if the other party didn't come to see us, there is no reason for us to avoid seeing him.

He and his sailors went straight to the outer gatehouse along the stairway, and saw a touching scene called Reunion after a Long Time across the battlements.

Bashar...

Your Highness...

Prince Dillaman and Colonel Hasadi looked at each other, separated by a thick and ferocious refusal horse, with distinct strengths and weaknesses.

The strong prince stood alone between the mountain road and the sparse forest, and the wind blew across the field, and the gilded robe fluttered in the wind.

The weak colonel was surrounded by soldiers with live ammunition, even dozens of guns could not strengthen his courage. Standing opposite the prince, he looked like a child who did something wrong.

The prince noticed Lorraine first, and the affectionate look was interrupted in an instant. Lorraine saw the deep-rooted hatred in his eyes, which started a prairie fire like a fire, and even the storm could never try to extinguish it.

So Lorraine raised his hand: Your Highness, how you?

I will kill every invader with my own hands, dig out your hearts, and burn your skins! Prince Dillaman gritted his teeth, The British, I swear to Allah, will definitely avenge the 477 civilians who died tragically in the port area! This blood feud!

His words sent a fire of hatred burning through his body.

The colonel trembled in the flames of revenge, even though the prince's target was not him at all, he still replied in a timid voice: Your Highness, I... this is not my original intention...

This has nothing to do with you, Bashar.

The prince was startled, and immediately gave up on Lorraine. Although there was still sadness in his expression, his voice softened all of a sudden.

Allah is omniscient, and your love for the country has never been a secret with him. He will forgive you! No matter how big a mistake you made under the falsehood of the invaders, he will forgive you.

Your Highness... So that's why you came here.

Lorraine, who came uninvited, began to talk to himself on the top of the city.

You come to take the colonel away and give him an illusory sustenance, so that you can judge him and all the innocent sergeants in the castle for their crimes. He exaggeratedly said, If this is rule, I have to say, your rule Really smart.

The sergeants couldn't help commotion.

Lorraine came here with the purpose of making trouble, saying that the words just now were always in Portuguese.

After all, Muscat has a long history of being colonized by Portugal.

Several generations of inheritance have made everyone in this town regard Portuguese as a life skill that is as important as Arabic. Even if they are illiterate, the sergeants will not misunderstand the meaning of Lorraine, let alone miss the key points in the sentence.

Induce a confession!

Lorraine is accusing Prince Hardiman of enticing a confession. As long as the colonel admits that he has committed a crime against the country, the sergeants in the entire castle will undoubtedly be convicted of the crime against the country.

Not everyone can bear such a great crime.

Even though their commander, Major General Hasadi, is extremely firmly in control of this force, when interpreting their actions, he still carefully distinguishes the Said family from the Muscat emirate and the Omani nation.

The smaller the scope, the less guilt the sergeant feels, and the finer the distinction, the more the sergeant believes in his own justice.

The major general even promised the future of this army. They will be transferred to the rich and mineral-rich Batinai area to become the backbone of a newly-built national defense army to protect the people from the exploitation and oppression of those European whites.

Knowing it with affection and seducing it for profit, under repeated brainwashing and under the reflection of the flames in the port area, the sergeants have fully completed their psychological construction.

They did nothing.

The mighty British have invaded their homeland, and they have only softened the invincible enemy with limited concessions, and bought the country space and time to end this war decently.

Moreover, the war was originally caused by the faint-hearted Said family, and the fire in the port area was also caused by this evil family. They ruined the invincible Bargara fleet, and they are all responsible for the crime!

But now...

Sure enough, the despicable people would never do anything disappointing, even the second prince, who seemed the most holy among them, was no exception.

Shameless face, shameless deed!

This family deserves to be destroyed, they actually want to sacrifice 1,500 innocent patriotic families, just to cover up the fact that they have lost their country!

Anger builds up on a guilty conscience.

When did Prince Dilaman, who was so righteous as to be naive, ever encountered such a hostile battle? In the face of the storm of anger, he subconsciously chose to escape, and actually found Lorraine directly.

He raised his head high: You despicable! Despicable British people, I never tried to convict anyone, they were just blinded by you...

They only betrayed the motherland under my hood, they only helped the evildoers under my hood, and they only set fire to the entire port area under my hood.

Lorraine drew a long tone.

Look, they didn't commit a crime, they just made a mistake, and the mistake was not serious, but only God has the power to forgive, not the Sultan.

We all know that the sultan has condemned them, Your Royal Highness. Your task is to tell them the result of guilt, and then appease them, deceive them, and let them wear heavy shackles and bear their sins, like a Hold your head high like a hero, and die calmly.

Please put yourself in their shoes!

Put down your blood, put down your justice, put down your nobility. These people! If you are among them, and you hear your blood, justice, and nobleness speak loudly on the other side of the horse, you can really look forward to the glory after death in vain Is it?

Will they really have glory!

But they won't die at all!

Dillaman thought he was going crazy. The person who is obviously talking nonsense is lying on the top of the wall and watching the jokes, why does everyone point their hatred at him.

They are not guilty, they are not wrong! You are the real devil. It is the British who burned the flames of war into this peaceful country...

Give me peace, then.

Lorraine straightened her back for the first time.

In November 1784, the sultan of your country ordered Gahiril to take in two ships of Portuguese pirates who committed all kinds of crimes. They have a lot of blood debts in Africa, and the lives desecrated by them are as numerous as stars.

But the sultan gave them asylum. It not only blocked our crusade, but also turned black and white for them, packaging them as a group of harmless legal sea merchants.

We were forced to go to war with Portugal, who shamelessly attacked us in Gakhiril, with the connivance and assistance of the Sultan.

This is the beginning of this war. It is you who have turned yourself into an accomplice of evil, so that justice cannot be done, and heroes suffer humiliation!

I'm here to recover their precious reputation for my subordinates. Lorraine was condescending, wearing the sun, Before the sun sets today, let the Sultan lead those demons to Milani himself, and let him admit his mistakes in the past. Let him write the indictment and prove our innocence.

This is the only thing I ask for peace!

The lingering sound surrounds the wall and echoes on the rugged and undulating mountain walls.

Prince Dilaman knew that he was defeated. He never thought that he would face a knight, and he cherished his reputation more than anything else.

He is familiar with Gao Jie like this.

Unable to be coerced, unable to be lured, their souls cannot tolerate any impurities, only reputation, only reputation.

But can Sudan agree to such a condition? Return the honor to the knight and the peace to the country?

the answer is negative.

The Sultan is a king, and a great king who established a dynasty.

The dignity of the king cannot be harmed, even if it is destroyed, it must be destroyed with dignity.

This is a war that is destined to never end. Both sides of the war are awesome, but he is destined to turn his back on one person.

The prince glanced at Lorraine guiltily, lowered his head, there was no hatred and killing intent in his eyes, only determination.

Bashar, trust me.

The colonel moved his lips: Your Highness, it's not that I don't want to believe you, but...

The fault of Milani Castle can be pardoned, and your harm to the country should be repaid with glorious bloody battles. You are soldiers of the Sultanate, even if you don't want to sacrifice your life for the Sultan, you should not be an accomplice of the invaders, Hands stained with the blood of my fellow men.

Prince Dillaman solemnly stood upright: Soldiers, I, Dillaman bin Said, pardon your past, and I implore you, please raise your guns for the country and the people, please raise your guns for the glory of the soldiers. I I implore you.

The prince bent his noble waist, and the commotion of the sergeants turned the wind.

Lorraine frowned and watched the sudden turn of the city. While admiring Prince Dillaman's response, he was about to order the sailors to abandon the city wall and retreat to the rooftop. Major General Hasadi, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

Your Highness, you should wait until you become the Sultan to tell us these things. He said softly, Forgive me for being disrespectful, but now you are just an impulsive young man dressed in a decent dress, you can't do anything, and you can't promise anything...

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