Public trial?You deserve it too!

Oh, the emperor who hanged on the old crooked neck tree doesn't count.

So Claude is now very satisfied to see that his troops have reached the junction of the upper city and the middle city, and at this time the fifth and sixth guard knights have not even begun to enter the outer periphery of the imperial capital.

The rebellion set off by Augustus took place only four hours ago, and the first formed King Qin army had already approached the center of the battlefield.

Claude looked at the upper city, which was already in flames, and waved lightly.

The four thousand knights of the Ninth Guards Knights silently raised their swords and shields, followed their commander on foot, and began their first performance on the world stage.

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At this moment, it is at the center of the storm.

The defensive positions of the Emperor's Third Guards Knights are still impregnable.

The nobles mistakenly believed that the losses caused by the emperor's amputation of the strong men's wrists were also the results of their sneak attacks - so they stepped up the offensive on the front line with overwhelming confidence, but what they got in return was not a defensive line that was oppressed again. It's a bloody head that doesn't make any progress.

The scene fell into a stalemate for a while, but the nobles knew that this kind of stalemate meant failure. After all, this was the imperial capital, and the emperor's reinforcements were approaching here every minute. The longer it dragged on, the more likely they would win few.

But it's one thing to know the situation, and another thing to do with it.

Claude could see clearly that they were nothing but a frightening ragtag bunch of small groups, so the quality of the troops was uneven, which was their biggest shortcoming. When the raid failed, they watched the battle enter a confrontation stage, the long-standing aristocratic habits once again made them blame each other.

Everyone wants their troops to suffer less losses, and everyone wants others to die more, so apart from the first wave of offensive after the sneak attack, it was quite strong, and the subsequent rounds of attacks organized did not affect the third guard at all. No matter the pressure caused by the knights, even the counterattack of the guard knights appeared in some blocks, and the noble coalition forces were in a panic.

After all, the knights of these nobles were considered elite, but facing the emperor's guards, in terms of casualties, they had already fallen into a terrible shake.So if they continue to attack with the knights in their hands, not to mention the reluctance of these nobles, whether their troops can bear it is also a question.

Therefore, Augustus can only go up.

Facts have proved that the raid this time has been a complete failure. Although the emperor was "ignorant" and surrounded, the behavior of the third guard also showed that this was just a routine reaction after being attacked, but failure is failure.

It's not just that none of the planned goals have been achieved, even their own troops have experienced a very obvious double decline in military spirit and morale.

Now if the scene does not change again, then complete failure is just around the corner.

So Augustus could only dispatch ahead of time—he had to set an example, after all, if he didn't even send his own troops to fight for their lives, how could others be expected to do?

However, his calculations are quite shrewd. First, he will suppress the defense line of the imperial guards and approach the emperor's car, which will cause fluctuations in the entire defensive position. Advantage will give them the upper hand.

So he decided to put the knight group in his hand into the battlefield at this moment, and even took out his hole card that he had prepared for this battle for a long time-a fully armored cavalry.He wants to use these terrifying monsters to charge in groups and crush the defenses of the Third Guards Knights!

It's just that the problem is also obvious-Augus is a bit too taken for granted.

The emperor is indeed not in the imperial palace, and the combat effectiveness of the Third Knights of the Guards is indeed far inferior to that of the First Knights of the Guards——

But where did the Knights of Augustus have the confidence to think that they could move the defense of the Third Guards Knights?

Even|battle is a taste, I have never even obtained the Mithril Demon Armor, even if it is a terrifying weapon armed with cold steel——

How could it be possible to defeat the knight who despises death?

Although the knights in the first row are the most loyal dead soldiers to Augustus, even though they ride their own horses and are dressed like steel armored monsters, the sound of horseshoes hitting the thick stone slabs on the ground resounds through the sky——

But in the face of the emperor's pro-army, these are not reasons to break through his defense line.

The knights in the first row immediately threw away the shields in their hands, drew out the big swords around their waists with both hands, and launched a countercharge head-on!

They didn't look up at those terrifying enemies, they just lowered their heads, looking for an opportunity intently——

A chance to cut off the horse's leg!

They had only one chance, because the massed charge meant that the knights behind would run into them in no time.

But the guard knights in the second row have also launched a charge!

Follow up!

As a result, the armored cavalry charge that Augustus had placed high hopes on became a terrible obstacle to the advancement of his follow-up troops almost instantly. The guard knights in the rear were already launching a rain of arrows with strong bows, almost blocking the The possibility of continuing to attack.

And those bulky armored knights were killed one by one by the guards who were forced in.

Afterwards, the supplementary troops stepped forward, and the protruding guard knights returned to their original position again, maintaining the previous formation, as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had changed.

But the extremely tragic mill of flesh and steel that stretched for hundreds of meters in the middle clearly told everyone what kind of bloody battle took place here just now.

The guards were unmoved, their eyes were as usual, calm and determined.

But the knights of Augustus, as well as the knights of the nobles, once again suffered a terrible blow to their morale.

Learn from Me: Chapter 225 Chapter [-] Lies Never Hurt

Some people have realized that the defeat of the rebel army is close at hand-even if the defense force around the emperor is now in a "most vulnerable" state, their troops still cannot pose an effective threat to it.

not to mention......

The wind knight directly under the emperor has already hovered over the battlefield.

If it weren't for the fires and smoke everywhere, and the sky that was slowly getting dark, this air force that almost covered the sky should have spread fear and death to the heads of Augustus's subordinates, not as it is now In this way, they only maintained a fairly dense rain of arrows, without even approaching support.

This can only show that until now, the battle has not reached the time when the emperor needs to use his full strength - even he still cherishes his wind knights very much, but let them smell the smoke of the battlefield and forbid them to join in regardless battlefield.

So even if you think about it with your knees, you can understand that among the troops surrounding this place in all directions, it is estimated that there are no troops that are still maintaining the offensive.

In fact, until now, apart from Augustus's own men, the hardest fighting force was Morbihan, the Grand Duke of Brittany.

The Grand Duke obviously wanted to fight to the death, so he even put on his own bodyguard and launched a continuous attack on the emperor's third guard with his personal guard knights—but of course, except for the casualties of his subordinates Morbihan got nothing but two arrows for himself.

Lost.

He sees what the situation means better than anyone else, and he takes no chances.

This means that all those who participated in this rebellion—no, it should be said that the entire aristocratic class will be buried because of this failed adventure, not to mention the fiefs and subjects, basically it is impossible to keep their surnames.

Then, there is no need to maintain the superficial relationship with the empire.

He waved his hand, and his most loyal knight leader approached him.

"His Royal Highness?"

"You are alone, go change into civilian clothes immediately, find a way to sneak into the lower city, and then go to this place to find someone, tell him that I sent you here, let him find a way to take advantage of the chaos to send you out of the imperial capital - there is only me You know, it’s a point of the Theocracy, they have the ability.”

Morbihan took off his ring, took out a letter from his bosom, and stuffed it into the hands of the Knight Leader.

"You have to go back to the Principality of Brittany as quickly as possible, find my son Charles, and tell him that from now on he is the Grand Duke of Brittany. This ring is a symbol of his status. This letter Faith is my inheritance of jurisprudence."

"Then, let him go to the Merchant Alliance, bring the entire Brest Knights, and as many gold coins as possible, and cross the Messiah Strait north-I bought a large piece of land there, built a manor, and told He is loyal to the Theocracy, and patiently waits for the changes in the current situation there."

The Knights of Brest is the knights inherited from the entire Principality of Brittany. It has always been the most loyal army to the Grand Duke of Brittany. Now Morbihan's words are already a clear indication of his own Knights Sir, to serve Charles Breton.

"...I understand, His Royal Highness."

The head of the knight group said in a low voice that he knew that there were only two people who could stand up for the succession of Charles. If the Grand Duke Morbihan couldn't go back, then he had to go back, otherwise the entire Brest Knights would be impossible. Unreserved allegiance to an illegitimate child.

This matter was only explained to him in detail by the Grand Duke this morning. If today's rebellion fails, he needs to do what he needs to do, and he ordered himself to keep it in mind.

Now is the time to act on your own.

The head of the Knights didn't talk nonsense, he just saluted the person he was loyal to for the last time, and then disappeared into the crowd without a sound.

The Grand Duke Morbihan tightly clenched the hilt of his sword—if he could, he certainly didn't want to quit the stage of history, but his experience all along told him that he could never be trusted to put all his eggs in one basket.

He could die for a possibility, but not for the Bretons.

"...Maybe you can criticize me as a traitor and scum of the empire now, but the history books will prove who will be the final victor! Let's wait and see, Emperor!"

The Grand Duke of Brittany licked the corner of his mouth, looked at the line of guards who were still standing firm and intact, and showed a crazy and sinister smile, then he turned his head and looked at his knight.

"Let's go, let's go find Augustus!"

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When Morbihan saw Augustus, the grand prince's expression and behavior far exceeded his expectations.

"The Grand Duke Morbihan is here? Give me a seat."

He didn't even turn his head to look at him, he just gave some instructions and continued to drink wine leisurely.

This posture confused Morbihan. He didn't understand what Augustus was doing. Although he knew that this guy was outrageous, if the other party still felt that he was sure of winning, then Augustus It shouldn't be that the mud couldn't support the wall, but that the child was paralyzed.

"Your Highness, this is..."

Because the scene was too weird, Morbiang subconsciously asked the question.

"Oh, by the way, come here, and pour a glass for Your Excellency the Grand Duke. This is a fine wine that I have treasured for a long time. You must try it."

Augustus continued to hold the reception with great interest, looking at him looking slightly drunk, it was obvious that he had been like this for a long time.

Morbihan was still at a loss, but now he didn't care whether the other party really lost his mind or just made an excuse to give a glass of poisoned wine, so he simply picked it up and drank it down, waiting for O Gustus continues his performance.

"This way of drinking is really reckless, Grand Duke, you are also a nobleman, how can you be so rude? Doesn't it make you lose the taste at all?"

Augustus said slightly reproachfully.

"Pour another cup for the Grand Duke. This time, you have to taste it carefully, and you can't swallow it like this again."

"Your Highness, we have already lost!"

Morbihan looked at Augustus a little annoyed. The other party broke his good will to die - after all, if he died with such a guy in the end, he always felt that he would lose face too much.

"That's right, it's precisely because I've already lost that I have to taste the wine in my collection. After all, there will be no chance in the future, right?"

Augustus narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued to sip his wine leisurely.

The Grand Duke of Brittany was taken aback. He stared carefully at the expression of Augustus. The other party was always calm and calm, not at all like the sinister guy before.

I just confirmed that there is no possibility of victory, this guy has been drinking for so long...

Since when did he determine that the rebellion was doomed?

"Your Highness, it has not yet reached the point where it is completely impossible. As long as you go to the front line in person and our soldiers join forces to fight fiercely, there must still be a chance!"

Morbihan persuaded that he came here because he wanted to use the signboard of the First Prince to attract all eyes, so that everyone would not notice that he was missing an important role—at least here Before the rebellion is completely quelled, he will continue to stir up trouble.

"Grand Duke Morbihan, don't lie to yourself. I don't believe that with your ability, you still can't see the situation clearly——you were the first to come to me. Why, you have already arranged a backup, think Want to use me one last time?"

Augustus asked slowly without even raising his head.

The Grand Duke of Brittany was stunned, he never expected to get such a sentence.

The guard of Augustus who was standing aside had drawn his sword and was staring at him covetously.

This, what's going on? !

Morbihan's thoughts changed sharply, but he still felt that the situation in front of him was confusing—did Augustus take the wrong medicine, or did he take the right medicine?

"Okay, okay, put it away, don't scare Your Excellency the Grand Duke."

Augustus finally put down his glass and stood up.

"Although you don't have much truth to me, at least when I was young, I still regarded you as a friend-you are right, as long as you go to the front with me, maybe you will have a chance."

He sneered.

"Then please, Grand Duke of Brittany, let's go to the front together to see the so-called 'chance of victory'."

The guards set up Morbihan with a muddled head, and followed Augustus out of here.

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The originally tragic battlefield suddenly quieted down. The rebel army that had been attacking frantically began to retreat suddenly, and withdrew 200 meters in one breath, but the imperial guards did not relax their vigilance. The sooner, perhaps the enemy is preparing for a new charge.

But soon, a person came out waving a white flag.

"His Highness Augustus wants to have a chat with His Majesty face to face. He will only bring the Grand Duke of Brittany to the front of the battle. Your Majesty, please arrange it as you like."

The knights of the Third Guards Knights looked at each other, and only then did they know that the rebellion this time was started by Augustus.

The officers stationed here did not dare to neglect, and immediately sent someone to report to the emperor.

Not long after, the reply came.

"Your Majesty agreed, but said that he wanted to see the courage of His Highness Augustus."

So the man waving the white flag went back, and after a while, Augustus grabbed Morbihan, who was bound by one hand, and walked to the opposite side with his own sword in the other. any guard.

He didn't stop until he approached 30 meters in front of the formation.

"Is this courage enough, Your Majesty?"

he shouted.

"It's still good enough to see."

With an order, the guard knights immediately gave way to a passage, and hundreds of hooded mages rushed out, standing firmly in all directions and high places, and then the emperor slowly walked out.

"Sure enough, you have always brought the court mages by your side. After all, they are your strongest support just like the wind knights."