Chapter 420

The calm days finally ushered in change.

In the morning, the rapid whistle woke Lorraine from his sleep.

Lorraine opened his eyes and saw the allies in the tower galloping and gathering inside the castle wall. The bright green uniforms proved that they all came from the same company, the general guard company.

Before long, the big and small hassadi came out together, the gate of the castle opened, and the soldiers in line rushed out.

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

"Captain, they have visitors," Karen said.

"Visitor..." Lorraine patted his ass and stood up. "Is Prince Dilman finally here?"

Karen stared, "can you even guess this?"

"If you listen to many stories, you will get a little harvest." Lorraine said, "let's go. After all, it's an old acquaintance. Even if the other party doesn't come to us, we don't have the reason to avoid it."

He and his sailors went straight along the stairs to the outer wall gatehouse, and across the battlements saw a touching play called [reunion after a long separation].

"Bashar..."

"Your Highness..."

Prince diraman and Colonel hassadi looked at each other, with a thick and ferocious horse resisting between them, with clear strength.

The strong Prince stood alone between the mountain road and the sparse forest. There was a wind across the field, and the gilded robe was blowing in the wind.

The weak colonel was surrounded by armed soldiers. Dozens of guns could not strengthen his courage. Standing opposite the prince, he was like a child who did something wrong.

The prince first noticed Lorraine, and his affectionate look at him was suddenly interrupted. Lorraine saw the deep hatred in his eyes, burning like a fire, and could not be put out by any storm.

So Lorraine raised her hand, "Your Highness, howareyou?"

"I will personally kill every aggressor, dig out your hearts and burn your skins!" Prince dilaman gnashed his teeth. "Englishman, I swear to Allah that I will avenge the 477 civilians who died miserably in the port area!"

His words made the fire of hatred burn through his body.

The Colonel trembled in the flame of revenge. Even if the prince's goal was not him at all, he still replied in a timid voice: "Your Highness, i... this is not my original intention..."

"It's none of your business, Bashar."

The prince shrugged and gave up Lorraine immediately. Although there was still sadness in his face, his voice softened all at once.

"Allah has the omniscient power. Your love for the country has never been a secret to him. He will forgive you! No matter how big a mistake you have made under the false words of the aggressor, he will forgive you."

"Your Highness..." "so that's why you're here."

Uninvited Lorraine began to talk to himself at the head of the city.

"You come to take the colonel and give him an ethereal sustenance, so that you can judge him and the crimes of all innocent sergeants in the castle in the secular world." he said with exaggeration, "if this is the rule, I have to say, your rule is really brilliant."

The sergeants couldn't help but stir up.

Lorraine came for the purpose of making trouble and said what he had just said in Portuguese.

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

Generations of inheritance has made everyone in this town regard Portuguese as a life skill equal to Arabic. Even if they are illiterate, the sergeants will not misunderstand Lorraine's meaning, let alone miss the key in the sentence.

A confession!

Lorraine is accusing Prince Hardiman of inducing a confession. As long as the Colonel admits that he has committed a crime against the country, the sergeant of the whole castle will undoubtedly be convicted of the crime.

Not everyone can bear such a great crime.

Even though their commander, major general hassadi, was firmly in control of the force, he was still careful to distinguish the said family from the Muscat emirate and the Oman nation when interpreting their actions.

The smaller the scope, the smaller the sergeant's sense of guilt, the finer the distinction, and the more the sergeant believes in his justice.

The major general even promised about the future of this force. They would be transferred to the mining rich batineh region to become the backbone of a new national protection army and protect the people from exploitation and oppression by those European whites.

The sergeants have completed the psychological construction in an all-round way under the repeated brainwashing and the reflection of the flame of the port area.

They didn't do anything.

The powerful British invaded the motherland. They only softened the invincible enemy with limited concessions and fought for space and time for the country to end the war with dignity.

Moreover, the war was originally led by the reckless said family, and the fire in the port area was also caused by this evil family. They buried the invincible bagala fleet, and all the blame was theirs!

But now

As expected, despicable people will never make disappointing moves, even the seemingly holy second prince among them is no exception.

Shameless face, shameless activities!

This family deserves to be destroyed. They want to sacrifice 1500 innocent patriotic families just to cover up the fact that they have lost their country!

Anger builds up on guilt.

When did Prince diraman, who was just and almost naive, encounter such a hostile battle? In the face of the angry storm, he subconsciously chose to escape and found Lorraine directly.

He raised his head: "you are despicable! Despicable Englishman, I have never tried to convict anyone, they are just deceived by you..."

"They just betrayed the motherland under my cover, helped the tyrant under my cover, and burned the whole port area under my cover."

Lorraine dragged a long tone.

"Look, they didn't commit a crime, they just made mistakes, and the mistakes are not serious. Only Allah has the right to forgive, and Sudan doesn't."

"We all know that the Sultan has condemned them, your highness. Your task is to tell them the result of their guilt, and then appease them, deceive them, let them wear heavy chains, bear their sins, hold their heads 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 hear the blood, justice and nobility of you talking at the end of resisting the horse, can you really expect the glory after your death?"

"Will they really have glory!"

"But they won't die at all!"

Diraman thinks he's going crazy. The man who obviously talks nonsense lies on the head of the city and looks at the joke. Why does everyone point their hatred at him.

"They have no sin and no mistake! You are the real devil. It is the British who burned the war into this peaceful country..."

"Then, please give me peace."

Lorraine straightened her waist for the first time.

"In November 1784, your Sultan ordered gaelier to take in two ships of Portuguese pirates who committed all kinds of crimes. They had a lot of blood debts in Africa, and their lives were as many as stars."

"But the Sudan gave them shelter. It not only blocked our crusade, but also reversed black and white for them and packaged them as a group of legal maritime merchants who were harmless to people and animals."

"We were forced to go to war with Portugal, and Portugal shamelessly attacked us in gaelir with the connivance and assistance of the Sudan."

"This is the beginning of this war. It is you who turn yourselves into evil accomplices, so that justice cannot be done and heroes suffer humiliation!"

"I'm here to reclaim their precious reputation for my subordinates." Lorraine bowed down and wore the sun. "Before today's sun sets, let the Sultan personally lead those demons to Milani, let him personally admit his past mistakes, let him write a crime and prove our innocence."

"This is my only request for peace!"

The aftersound echoed around the wall on the rugged mountain wall.

Prince dilaman knew he had lost. He never thought he would face a knight and cherish his reputation more than anything.

He is familiar with such nobility.

They can't be coerced or lured. Their souls can't contain any impurities. Only reputation, only reputation.

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

The answer is No.

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

The dignity of the king cannot be hurt. Even if it is destroyed, it should be destroyed with dignity.

This is a war doomed to never die. Both sides of the war are awesome and respectable, but he is doomed to betray one person.

The prince looked at Lorraine with a guilty look and lowered his head. There was no hatred and killing intention in his eyes, only a decision.

"Bashar, trust me."

The Colonel moved his lips: "Your Highness, I don't want to believe you, but..."

"The fault of Milani castle can be forgiven, and your damage to the country should be repaid with glorious bloody war. You are soldiers of the Sultanate. Even if you don't want to sacrifice your lives for the Sultan, you shouldn't be an accomplice of the invaders and catch the blood of your compatriots."

Prince diraman surong stood upright: "soldiers, I, diraman Ben said, forgive your past. I beg you, please raise your gun for the country and people, please raise your gun for the glory of soldiers. I beg you."

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

Lorraine frowned and looked at the rapidly changing atmosphere under the city. While admiring Prince Dilman's response, he was preparing to order the sailors to abandon the city wall and retreat to the roof. Major general hasadi, who had not spoken all the time, suddenly opened his mouth.

"Your Highness, you'd better talk to us when you become Sudan." he said softly, "with all due respect, you are just an impulsive young man in decent clothes. You can't do anything or promise anything..."