Chapter 74

James and several cavalry trotted through the snow.

His arms were stuffed with scrolls full of numbers, and his breathing was as heavy as a blacksmith's bellows. Some wanted to laugh, and some wanted to yell at some fool.

Let a castle designer escape from the battlefield with a team of people. Does that fool think he is also a knight who can wield swords and armor? Believe it or not, he will kneel down and beg for mercy when the enemy's horses catch up with him?

James took the last cavalry of Newcastle. They went through the dark road south of the castle.

James doesn't know anything about the battlefield. He's just an architect who works with wood and stone all day.

But even he, in the early morning yesterday, saw the rebel white salamander flag on the horizon, not the red rose flag, and understood the change of the war situation.

The Duke of Buckingham, who was defending instead of attacking, didn't come back. Instead, he came with a flood of enemies.

This siege was more fierce than the previous one.

It was too short from the last siege that they only had time to repair the broken walls, and the collapsed towers were not built again. Instead of rushing to climb the city, the enemy pushed the catapult onto the battlefield and bombarded the repaired walls.

In the rumble, Newcastle is about to be destroyed.

The commander stayed on the wall from morning till evening, commanding with his voice. But everyone knows that Newcastle will not hold.

Gradually the enemy began to mount the city.

At that time, the commander found James with a team of cavalry.

He pointed to James and said to the cavalry, "he has confidential information. Even if you die, you should send him to the king."

"I have a fart -"

before James finished his words, the commander stepped forward and grabbed his collar.

"I'm not trying to save you." The commander, who had broken one arm, was short of breath. He lowered his voice. "I'm asking you to save my brother! I'm here, they'll never run away! So I beg you to run with them! I beg you to save their lives

With that, the commander let him go.

"Take him away!"

At the command of the commander, the red eyed Knights came up and grabbed James and withdrew to the direction of the secret passage.

"Tell your majesty! Here comes the heavy cavalry of the gurendys

The commander finally said such a word to him, and then dashed back to the wall. He drew his sword and went to cut down the rebels who had come up through the breach of the wall.

James saw him holding a sword in one hand, holding it high, splitting down and cutting off the head of a rebel.

Blood gushed from the man's neck like a fountain and poured on the commander's body. His hair and face were covered with blood, dropping down. James didn't know if the commander would have the same blood splashing out when he was beheaded.

The Knights escorted James from the south of the castle. The enemy's attack was focused on the north, and there were not many anti rebels outside the secret passage in the south.

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

Indistinct, black smoke shrouded in the castle's sky, it is the fire on the battlefield.

Newcastle is doomed to fall.

James knew it.

After the castle is captured, the rebels will also want to repair it, and the carpenters and workers in the city will survive. But the commander and the soldiers guarding the city, they will surely die.

In the starry night, an architectural designer and several cavalry rushed to the road.

They took a commander's final command:

- to tell the king that the heavy cavalry of the gurendys had arrived.

They had been on their way all night, and James felt that his life would be in the saddle.

It was a mistake for him to come to Legrand, otherwise he would still be a good church builder. James thought so, waving the whip, once again urged his horse to run forward.

The horse ran up a hill, and suddenly, as if frightened, the tall man stood up. James was shocked. He tugged at the reins to calm the horses. But not only failed, but also rolled down from the horse and fell into the icy snow.

A cold mouthful of snow poured into his throat. James rolled and struggled to get up from the snow.

As soon as he got up, he understood why the horses were frightened.

On the far horizon, the smoke and dust rose faintly. In the smoke, there are hundreds of blood red flags spread out, continuous into a wave.

James opened his mouth and filled it with snow. His heart and lungs were cold. He coughed violently as if he were going to cough out his lungs.

The bloody wave came from afar and came to us in a flash. The cavalry behind James exclaimed, seeing that James rolling on the snowy slope was about to be trampled into meat mud by his horse, the leading Knight stopped his horse at the critical moment and stopped less than three steps away from James.Behind the knight, all the horses stopped at the same time. In a moment, the torrent of galloping turned into a still sea. The flag was rolling noisily, but the horses were all standing still, and white air was coming out of their noses.

James made a narrow escape and got up from the horse.

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

"Your majesty!"

James was surprised. He looked up at the leading knight.

The knight, with light on his back and armor on his back, could not see his face clearly. Now it's dawn, and there is a faint blue light between heaven and earth. Now the cold blue light falls on the knight, plating him like a piece of iron quenched from the fire.

James suddenly remembered that a few days ago, when the Duke of Buckingham led his cavalry to battle, he was in such a cold morning light.

"You come out of Newcastle?"

The king was on his horse. The people behind him were too far away from him. The people in front of him were kneeling. All they heard was his voice, calm as usual. No one saw his hand shaking slightly, holding the reins and the whip.

"The city The city is broken. "

The cavalry's voice trembled slightly. He was the commander's retinue and his best friend.

Silence.

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

The cold wind in the North made people's fingers stiff, and the blood in their veins became ice. The king felt the ice dregs in the air pouring into his lungs along with his breath. It was so cold that it oozed from the cracks of his bones, and the cold feeling that the fire could not be warmed became reality. The last hope slowly sank into the abyss.

"He said

The king's ice blue eyes were fixed on the cavalry.

"What's the matter?"

The cavalry took off his helmet and knocked heavily in the snow. It was only then that James realized that he was still young. The Silent Knight had a childish round face.

"The Duke broke the first siege. The walls were damaged and could not be defended any more. The Duke is determined to intercept the second army of the rebel forces... " The young knight's voice was hoarse, as if the words were bloody. "The Duke died in battle, and the general swore to defend the city. Let's tell your majesty that the heavy cavalry of the gurendys has arrived!"

The Duke died in battle, and the heavy cavalry of gurendy arrived.

Like two boulders suddenly smashed into the calm lake, the army could not help but burst out in bursts of exclamation.

Your highness

He died in the war.

The king's Adam's apple rolled. He clenched his teeth and raised his head. It seems that the fatigue of two days and one night's rapid march suddenly turned up, and the world in front of us suddenly became dark, and everything turned grey.

Tick.

Ear as if once again sounded the voice of blood drops, gently, teach people's breathing in an instant become extremely difficult. That drop of blood It's the Duke of Buckingham's blood. It's his uncle's blood.

What's in his heart? What's freezing him a little bit?

He once had nothing. When he returned to Legrand, he carried the fate of a country and a family. But he finally had something. How many things does he have? How many things can he lose? Should he cry? Should he yell or roar? Who's going to teach him to roar? Who's going to teach him to roar?

In the past years, everyone wanted him to die. He struggled to survive in the hatred and coldness of the world. He would not cry or be weak for a long time. Now who can tell him how to let his tears flow when he is so sad?

Too long silence.

A cavalry came out of the line and came to the king.

He was the Deputy General of the rose cavalry and an old cavalry familiar with the Duke of Buckingham.

When the king decided to carry out military reform and set up a new royal family, the Duke of Buckingham was still worried that general Hearn was too young and inexperienced, so he appointed him as the Deputy General of the rose cavalry.

The Deputy came to the king, who was looking in the direction of Newcastle castle.

At the first sight of the king, the deputy general almost thought that the king would whip his horse at any time and run to the place where the Duke of Buckingham might bury his bones.

The joint of the king's hand holding the whip was cold and pale, and the whip didn't go out at last.

"Your Majesty..." The Deputy spoke in a low voice. At that moment, he felt as if he was not the king of Legrand, but just a young man who had lost his last beloved elder, just the nephew of the Duke of Buckingham.

The Duke of Buckingham may be more than an uncle to the king It's the man who guards him with his life. William III died too early. The Duke of Buckingham should be equivalent to the existence of a father to the king.

What kind of choice will a child who has lost his father make? What kind of choice should we make?

"Withdraw!"

The king bowed his head, and the shadow of his armor covered his face. This forever arrogant and powerful monarch looked like a sad teenager at this moment. But his voice was clearly the king.He is the nephew of the Duke of Buckingham

King, too!

Anyone can shed tears, anyone can suffer, anyone can be desperate to anger, but only the king can't.

There was a commotion in the army.

The cavalry did not expect the king to give such an order.

The Duke of Buckingham died in battle. Isn't the king vengeance for the Duke?

"I said withdraw!"

The king roared like a young lion in a sudden rage.

"Back to banks!"

The deputy general looked at the king with his head down in silence.

He remembered asking 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 real emperor.".

The lieutenant general didn't understand at that time.

Now he understands.

Now it's time for them to withdraw.

He knew the Duke of Buckingham too well. He knew what kind of concept the Royal cavalry commanded by the Duke of Buckingham was. But the Duke of Buckingham died. And Newcastle fell, and there was no point in moving forward. The galloping vanguard cavalry did not carry any equipment to attack the city. Not only did they have no way to take the castle back from the enemy, they might even have to face the heavy cavalry who had arrived at gurendy.

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

Any commander in command of the army must do this.

The fall of the Duke of Buckingham is a great disaster for the whole of Legrand. At this time, they could not afford the second disastrous defeat, which would bring the whole war of suppressing rebellion in northern China into a downturn.

So -

they have to withdraw.

Retreat to the nearest borough they have now, banks. Stay there and wait for the follow-up troops.

That's what they really should do.

The deputy general took a deep breath and suppressed the bitterness and sadness. He took a last look at the king, turned his horse around and returned to the army.

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

The king stood still.

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

He suddenly hissed and laughed.

No tears, no crying, only hoarse suppressed laughter.

Anger and sadness surged in his veins, stirring up the madness of the ancient rose 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 his voice through his teeth. There was so much blood in his voice, as if a terrible monster had broken the shackles from his heart, and now the bloodthirsty monster was roaring.

The old lion of the empire fell into the blood mud and was replaced by the new bloody king.

"You see -"

"I want the flag of the rose king to fly across the mainland, the glory of the sun to last forever, and the people to be subject to the golden carriage!"

He wants Duke Buckingham's long cherished wish to come true! Let the glory of the rose family revive on this land!

Whoever killed the Duke of Buckingham, he would cut off their heads, crush their bones, and make their souls kneel in the grave forever!