The end of the festival 178

"Cannon! Pull the cannons and bombard them with them!"

An officer shouted at the top of his lungs. Under his push, several cannons were pulled to the closest distance. The half-burned gate moaned under the attack of dense shells. With the last blow, the city gate turned into pieces, and a large gap appeared enough for three people to walk side by side.

The soldiers cheered and rushed forward.

The battle was much smoother than expected. Perhaps the enemy had already understood that after the gate was broken, everything could no longer be saved. Their resistance was very weak, and the soldiers quickly surrendered in groups.

The three levels of defense of Fornoros have been broken through two floors. The only remaining is the Central Castle, which is also the Duke's Mansion. To say that this city is not built, Byron's ancestors (and of course himself) have spent a lot of effort. After the outer wall was broken through, the second level still resisted for a day. As for the last line of defense, it is known for its danger and narrowness.

But no matter what kind of castle fortress, in this regard, it will only delay the time of destruction a little.

The defeat was like a mountain of fall, and this sentence coincided with the current situation. Byron might fight to the end for his own survival, but his subordinates were already separated and had no intention of continuing to fight. There was no need to even send the last blow, because as long as the battle slowed down and the imminent pressure of life and death was reduced, the human survival instinct would force them to make the right decision, which was the only choice.

Either die or seller live a secret life. This is not a choice of honor, but you can't force everyone to have chivalrous spirit.

This choice is easier to make for a country's civil war. Because you can even find sufficient reasons for your actions, no one can say that you have done something wrong in the future.

Ashu Rufate had transferred his command post to a large house in the city. As many people expected, the biggest trouble for him now was not the Central Castle, Byron's last stronghold, but the whole stack of letters on his desk.

A big feature of civil war is that the two sides in war have close relationships with each other. The most direct manifestation of these relationships is reflected in the pile of letters on his desk.

These are letters from all over Groney, and the Eagle City accounts for the vast majority. All of these are letters of pleading.

Of course, these are not letters to plead for mercy. Byron's charge of mercy has been confirmed. Now someone wants to plead for him or his subordinates, which is similar to suicide. These letters of mercy actually come from the chamber of commerce...

Fornoros is an important city. Like all important cities, almost all chambers of commerce have set up corresponding branches in this city. Originally, these branches were protected by the local lord, the Duke of Byron. But since Byron's demise is just around the corner, these chambers of commerce departments have become a piece of fat.

The content of these letters is not much different, that is, to find ways to use various relationships to ensure the safety of the lives and property of some people in the city. As for these letter writers, most of them only heard of their names and did not recognize them.

"General, we have caught the magician."

As Ashu Rufate looked through the letters, several soldiers walked into the command center with a man in a crimson robe. The magician fisted naked and had no scars visible to the naked eye. He obviously did not resist.

Having said that, things have come to this point, unless they are Byron's most direct party, other mercenaries do not have the obligation to bury Byron for his death.

"I surrender," the magician spoke first, with a relaxed expression on his face, and a distracting expression. "My employment relationship with Byron has ended, so I requested the corresponding treatment of prisoners."

Ashrufate's gaze was staring at him and did not move away for several seconds. He didn't speak, but his cruel aura unconsciously revealed from him, and everyone present could feel a vague feeling.

"Wait," the magician had already awakened to something before Eshu Rufate made any moves, and he spoke immediately. "I can provide useful information. Byron is trapped inside now, but there is an authentic tunnel that leads to the outside. Byron is likely to take advantage of this opportunity... I don't know the exact location of the authentic tunnel, but I know the general direction."

...

The sound of cannons and shouts of killing remained silent.

More than two thousand people retreated into the last line of defense, which was also Byron's last strength.

Byron sat down in the conference room with a pale face, and five or six subordinates were sitting there, and the others were gone. This raid was too sudden and the blasting effect was too exaggerated. Even the city of Fornoros, which claimed to be impregnable, could not bear it. After the sudden explosion, the defenders were already out of control. Being able to organize resistance on the second line of defense was the best result.

Of course, the final defence was expected to be captured. In fact, it actually resisted a whole day and a night, which was beyond the best expectations.

Now, Fornoros is in the hands of the enemy, and Byron is the only one who is under his command. He still has more than 2,000 soldiers, nearly half of whom are wounded.

Although Byron had worked hard to form a large army, the militias in the city of Fornoros were the ones who really followed him to the end. This also indirectly reflects that Byron was deeply loved by the people in his territory.

However, the hearts of the people do not equal the victory of the war. The hearts of the people of a city are not enough to compete with a country.

"Duke Duke, the enemy... has retreated temporarily..." a subordinate reported. His face was dark. This was the consequence of long-term use of firearms, but no one cares about the problem of appearance. "But tomorrow..."

He didn't finish his words, but everyone knew what he meant. Although the central castle was the third line of defense, it could not rely on it to reverse the situation. It could only delay its destruction and could only delay it temporarily.

If there were reinforcements, then you might be able to hold on—or at least try. But... there were no reinforcements in Fornoros City. Byron's vassals had all betrayed, and they were the ones who worked the most in the attack before. The Tiberius was too far away, and even if they were preparing to send troops now, they would not have time to save Byron. As for the Chamber of Commerce, the City of Hawks, and the Secret Spy, they were not even "far-water", let alone "quenching the near thirst".

"You all go down." Byron sighed long. Although the meeting had not even started, no one raised any objections. It's all about this. Do you still need to hold a meeting?

There was only Byron in the room all at once. No, it should be said that there were two people, because after everyone left, a figure suddenly came out of a cabinet next to him. This one was the former Chaos believer,

Byron looked up at him, but did not speak out.

"Don't worry, Lord Duke, our agreement is absolutely valid." The other party smiled and said. "I hope the messenger will protect your descendants."

Byron nodded. The other party had stopped talking about Byron's own safety, which shows that the "omnipotent" god in his mouth was ultimately at the limit of power. Of course, at this point, Byron no longer hopes for more. As long as his family can continue.

He reached out his hand and pulled out the pistol from the holster at his waist with trembling. His pistol was both a weapon and a work of art, light and gorgeous, and powerful. Although Byron didn't know how many times he had held the gun handle, it was really the first time he realized that the gun was so heavy.

His hand holding the pistol couldn't help but tremble.

Put it to your temple, pull the trigger, and end it like a dignified nobleman. You have tried and failed, and this is the best result. There is a voice in your heart whispering like this.

But his body seemed to instinctively reject this opinion. It was very simple and easy to turn the gun's muzzle to the head, but at this moment, Byron's right hand was shaking so hard that he could not do this.

He held his right hand with his left hand so that he could continue to hold the gun handle.

The evil god believer was watching Byron's every move. He seemed to be curious and seemed to be laughing at him.

The shame exposed to others gave Byron a new courage. He gritted his teeth, raised his gun and pointed it at his temple.

But the instinct of the body was fed back with greater strength. Although his fingers were placed on the trigger, he could not even raise any strength. In his heart, an instinct from all life was roaring to prevent him from pulling the trigger. His arms were still trembling, and even his muzzle was shaking.

Although Byron tried his best to calm himself down, he could not calm down. Because no matter how calm a person pretended to be on the surface, it was just a disguise to deceive others. People had no way to deceive themselves or their hearts. To die generously is simple, but only warriors can do it.

Byron has never been a warrior.

However, he knew very well that he had no choice. The battle was hopeless, and the demon-like little girl could not forgive him at all. Byerheim's fate was the best evidence. In a sense, Byron still didn't know what happened, and he didn't know why his careful planning and perfect layout were such a result. But he understood that his doomsday was coming. Ash Rufate was cunning like a fox. He pretended to be a long-term siege on the surface, but in fact he planned to use tunnel blasts to attack the city. Byron once thought he had a few months left, and this illusion paralyzed him. If he had known this, he would have agreed to all the Tiberius conditions as soon as possible, rather than trying to bargain.

If at that time... I would have been willing to be a regent... a trace of regret in my heart spread to my heart. However, although the regent is noble and prominent, how could he be as supreme as the royal power?

You have no choice, and the voice in your heart said coldly again. Do you see the eyes of the subordinates who left just now? They are all waiting for you to die. Once you commit suicide, they surrender again will be a perfect ending for them, and there is no need to bear any sins. They are also waiting for this ending that they are still by your side to obey your orders. If you dare to go against their expectations, some of them will definitely surrender. At that time, it will not be a cute bullet, but a punishment of unknown consequences.

No...no...I don't want to die! I don't want to die like this! Deep in his heart, the roar from instinct is still strong, and the idea of ​​survival is so persistent that it ignores rational logical reasoning. I will hand over everything, I will cry and beg her for mercy... She will forgive me... She will definitely forgive me...

His will repeatedly struggled with this tragic and hopeless struggle. The weather was not very hot, but sweat kept flowing down his head, wetting his hair. The pistol trembled violently, and the steel at the muzzle even wiped a small piece of skin on Byron's temple. Suddenly, he found that the evil god believer had come to him at some point.
Chapter completed!