After Becoming The Tyrant

James and several cavalry were galloping through the snow.

A scroll full of numbers was stuffed in his arms, and his breathing was as heavy as a blacksmith's bellows.He was panting from exhaustion, partly wanting to laugh, partly wanting to yell at some idiot.

Let a castle designer flee from the battlefield with a group of people, does that idiot think he is also some kind of knight who can wield a sword and wear armor?Believe it or not, he would just kneel down and beg for mercy when a few horses from the enemy came up to him?

James took the last cavalry in Newcastle, and they walked through the secret passage south of the castle.

James didn't understand those things on the battlefield, he was just an architect who worked with wood and stone all day long.

But even he, in the early morning of yesterday, saw the rebel army's salamander flag with a white background instead of the rose flag with a red background flying on the horizon, and he understood the change in the battle situation.

The Duke of Buckingham, who used offense instead of defense, did not come back, but a flood of enemies came.

This time the siege was more violent than the previous one.

The time since the last siege was too short, they barely had time to repair the cracked city walls, and those collapsed towers had no time to rebuild.The enemy was not in a hurry to climb the city, but pushed the trebuchet onto the battlefield, and bombarded the repaired city walls.

Amidst the loud rumble, Newcana Castle was crumbling.

The commander stayed on the city wall from morning to evening, commanding with his voice.But everyone knows that Newcastle Castle cannot be defended.

The enemy gradually began to mount the top of the city.

The commander found James at that time with a detachment of cavalry.

He pointed to James and said to the cavalrymen: "He has confidential information on him. Even if you die, you must send him to the king properly."

"I have a fart—"

Before James finished a sentence, the commander strode over and grabbed him by the collar.

"I'm not trying to save you." The commander who had already broken his arm was short of breath, and he lowered his voice, "I'm begging you to save my brother! I'm here, they will never run away! So I beg you You take them away! I beg you to save their lives!"

After the commander finished speaking, he let go of him.

"Take him away!"

At the command of the commander, those knights with red eyes came up and grabbed James and retreated towards the secret passage.

"Tell Your Majesty! The Gurendian heavy cavalry has arrived!"

The commander finally said such a word to him, and then rushed to the wall again with great strides.He drew out his sword and cut down the rebels who climbed up from the breach in the city wall.

James saw him hold the sword in one hand, raised it high, and slashed down with all his might, beheading a rebel.

Blood spurted from the man's neck like a fountain, dousing half of the commander.His hair and face were covered with blood, dripping down drop by drop.James didn't know if the same blood would be sprayed out if the commander himself was beheaded.

The knights escorted James and escaped from the south side of the castle.The enemy's attack focuses on the north, and there are not many rebels outside the secret passage in the south.

Before leaving the castle and rushing into the snow field, James looked back at the castle he designed himself for the last time.

Faintly, black smoke enveloped the sky above the castle, which was the flames of war ignited on the battlefield.

Newcana Castle was doomed to fall.

James understood.

After the castle is captured, the rebel army will also think about repairing it, and the carpenters and workers in the city will survive.But the commander and the soldiers defending the city, they will surely die.

Running fast in the starry night, an architect and several cavalry rushed desperately.

They came with the last order of a commander:

—Tell the king that the Gorondian heavy cavalry have arrived.

They had driven all night, and James felt that his life would be thrown in the saddle if this continued.

It was a mistake for him to come to Legrand, otherwise he would still be a man who builds churches at his own will.Thinking so, James waved his whip, and once again urged the horse under him to gallop forward.

The war horse galloped up to a small hill, and suddenly stood up tall as if frightened.James was shocked, and he tugged on the rein, trying to calm the horse.But not only was he unsuccessful, he also rolled off the horse and fell headlong into the icy snow.

A mouthful of snow was poured down his throat abruptly, and James rolled over, struggling to get up from the snow.

As soon as he got up, he understood why the war horse was frightened.

On the far horizon, smoke and dust are faintly rolled up.In the smoke and dust, hundreds of blood-red banners spread out, forming a continuous wave.

James opened his mouth and drank the snow in his mouth, which chilled his heart and lungs.He coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

The bloody wave rushed towards him from a distance, and rushed to his eyes in an instant.The cavalry behind James exclaimed. Seeing that James, who had rolled onto the snow slope, was about to be trampled into flesh by the horse, the leading knight strangled the horse in the nick of time, and stopped at a distance less than three steps away from James. place.

Behind the knight, all the war horses stopped at the same time, instantly turning from a galloping torrent into a still vast ocean.The flags rolled up and rattled, but the war horses had all stood still, and at this moment they were blowing out streams of white air from their noses.

James narrowly escaped death, and stood up from the side of the horse.

He had just stood up, but the knights behind got off their horses and knelt down in the snow.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

Startled, James looked up at the leading knight.

The knight was wearing armor with his back against the light, so he couldn't see his face clearly.It was near dawn, and there was a layer of faint blue light between the sky and the earth. Now this cold blue light fell on the knight, plating him like a piece of iron that was fished out of the fire and quenched into ice.

James suddenly remembered that a few days ago, when the Duke of Buckingham led the cavalry into battle, it was also in such a thin and cold morning light.

"You came from Newcastle Castle?"

The king was on horseback, the people behind him were too far away, and the people in front of him were kneeling. Everyone could only hear his calm voice, and no one saw his trembling hand holding the rein and whip.

"The city... the city is broken."

The voice of the cavalryman who answered trembled slightly. He was the commander's retinue, and he was also the commander's best friend.

silence.

There was silence between heaven and earth, as if even war horses did not dare to neigh.

The cold wind from the north made people's fingers stiff, and the blood in their veins froze.The king felt that the ice slag in the air was poured into his lungs along his breath, and the coldness that could not be warmed by fire leaked out from the cracks in the bones. The bad premonition came true, and the last point Hope sinks slowly into the abyss.

"Say."

The king's ice blue eyes fixed on the cavalryman.

"what happened?"

The cavalryman took off his helmet and slammed heavily on the snow. James didn't realize until then that he was actually still young. The taciturn knight along the way had a childish round face.

"Your Excellency broke through the first siege of the city, and the city wall was damaged, making it impossible to keep it. Your Excellency is determined to intercept the second batch of rebel troops..." The young knight's voice was hoarse, as if his words were bloody, "Your Excellency died in battle. , the general swears to defend the city to the death, let us tell His Majesty—the Gulundi heavy cavalry has arrived!"

The duke died in battle, and the heavy cavalry of Gulundi arrived.

Like two boulders suddenly crashing into the calm lake, the army couldn't help but burst into exclamations.

Your Excellency the Duke...

die.

The king's Adam's apple rolled, he clenched his teeth, and raised his head.It was as if the tiredness of two days and one night of rapid march suddenly turned up, and the world in front of me seemed to suddenly turn black, and everything turned gray.

Tick.

The sound of blood dripping seemed to be heard again in the ear, and the soft, breathless breathing became extremely difficult in an instant.That drop of blood... that was the blood of the Duke of Buckingham, his uncle's blood.

What is surging in his heart?What is it that freezes him a little bit?

He once had nothing, and when he returned to Legrand, he shouldered the fate of a country and a family.But he finally had something.How much does he own?How much can he lose?Should he weep?Should he roar or growl?Who will teach him to roar Who will teach him to roar?

In his past years, everyone wanted him to die. He struggled to survive in the hatred and coldness of the world. He was no longer able to cry or be weak. Now who will tell him what to do when he is so sad? Let the tears flow down?

Too long a silence.

A cavalryman stepped out of the ranks and came to the king's side.

He is the lieutenant general of the Rose Iron Cavalry and an old cavalryman who is familiar with the Duke of Buckingham.

When the king decided to carry out military reforms and form a new royal family, the Duke of Buckingham was still worried that General Sean was too young and inexperienced, so he appointed him as the lieutenant of the rose cavalry.

The lieutenant walked up to the king, who was looking in the direction of Newcana Castle.

When he saw the king for the first time, the lieutenant almost thought that the king would whip his horse at any moment and rush to the place where the Duke of Buckingham might be buried.

The knuckles of the king's hand holding the whip turned cold and pale, and the whip was still not swung out in the end.

"Your Majesty..." the lieutenant spoke in a low voice. At that moment, he felt that what he saw was not Legrand's monarch, but a young man who had lost his last respected elder, the nephew of the Duke of Buckingham.

The Duke of Buckingham may be more than just an uncle to the king... He was the one who guarded him with his life. William III died too early. The Duke of Buckingham should be equivalent to a father to the king.

What choice will a child who loses his father make?What choice should I make?

"withdraw!"

The king bowed his head, the shadow of his armor covering his face, and the always proud and powerful monarch looked like a sad teenager at this moment.But his voice was clearly still a king.

He is the nephew of the Duke of Buckingham...

Also a king!

Anyone can cry, anyone can suffer, anyone can be desperately angry, but only the king can't.

The army rioted.

The cavalry did not expect such an order from the king.

The Duke of Buckingham was killed in battle, wouldn't the king avenge the Duke?

"I said - withdraw!"

The king growled like a young lion suddenly enraged.

"Withdraw to Benz City!"

The lieutenant looked silently at the king who lowered his head.

He remembered that he once asked the Duke of Buckingham why he had been guarding the young king for more than ten years.At that time, the Duke of Buckingham said "because he is the hope of the Rose family, he will be a true emperor".

The lieutenant didn't understand at the time.

Now he understands.

Withdrawing troops now is what they really should do.

He knew the Duke of Buckingham very well, and he knew the concept of the royal cavalry commanded by the Duke of Buckingham.But the Duke of Buckingham died in battle.And Newcana Castle fell, and it was pointless for them to move forward.The galloping vanguard cavalry did not carry any siege equipment. Not only could they not take the castle back from the enemy, they might even have to face the heavy cavalry that had already arrived in Gulundi.

This is a battle that is likely to lose for the long-running rose cavalry.

What the military situation ahead is, everything is unknown, and the soldiers are not in danger. This is what any general who commands the army must do.

The fall of the Duke of Buckingham was a great disaster for Legrand as a whole.At this time, they couldn't afford a second catastrophic defeat, which would plunge the entire war against rebellion in the North into a downturn.

and so--

They can only withdraw.

Withdrew to the nearest autonomous city to them, Benz City.Stand there and wait for the follow-up troops to arrive.

This is what they should really do.

The lieutenant took a deep breath, suppressing the sourness and sadness.He took one last look at the king, turned his horse, and returned to the army.

The king stood numbly in the ice and snow, watching under his command, the front of the cavalry turned into the rear, and the rear turned into the forward, and slowly left in the direction they came from in the snow.

The king stood still and did not move.

Soon, the king was the only one left on the snow slope.

He suddenly hissed and laughed.

No tears, no weeping, only hoarse, suppressed laughter.

Anger and sorrow surged through his veins, stirring up the madness of the ancient Qiangwei family, his dead father, his dead uncle, all his dead ancestors...their will revived in him.

The king raised his head in the north wind, looked at the vast sky, and squeezed out a voice through his teeth.There was so much blood in his voice, as if a terrible monster had been released from his heart, and now the bloodthirsty monster was making its roar.

The old lion of the empire fell into the bloody mud, replaced by a new bloody king.

"Look at—"

"I want the rose king flag to fly across the mainland, the glory that never sets the sun will last forever, and all the people who pass by the golden carriage will submit to them!"

His long-cherished wish of the Duke of Buckingham has come true!Let the glory of the Qiangwei family revive on this land!

Whoever killed the Duke of Buckingham, he will have their heads cut off, their bones crushed, and their souls kneel in their graves!