goddess of revolution

Chapter 506 Only one queen, one empire can protect our income

"Which legion? No matter which legion, they came here without a transfer order. Are they going to rebel?"

After hearing the squadron leader's report, Roydas was furious and called out to his attendants: "Assemble the Guards, drive the soldiers back to the camp, and then arrest the main messenger!"

The squadron leader's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little regretful about coming here. He carefully persuaded him: "They are just here to petition, and hope that Her Majesty the Queen will wear the crown. Isn't it good?"

Roydas roared: "No matter what you do, military discipline is the iron law!"

The attendant was also a little hesitant, it seems that now is not the time to talk about military discipline: "But..."

"I am Valentine's deputy commander, the commander of the Guards Corps, and my duty is to maintain military discipline!"

Roydas was very firm: "Does Her Majesty still blame me? Go! I am responsible for what you are afraid of!"

The attendant and the squadron leader felt at ease and took orders to leave.

After a while, several captains came. Some directly questioned Roydas's intentions, and some euphemistically explained that the other party did not bring weapons and did not come to cause trouble. It would not be too late to talk about military discipline tomorrow.Roydas turned a deaf ear to the former and cursed at the latter.

However, when some captains mentioned practical issues, Roydas had to seriously consider them.

There are nearly ten thousand officers and soldiers gathered outside!The number of people is still increasing at the rate of dozens of people per minute. With the size of more than 2000 people in the Guards Corps, if you want to drive people away, you may not end up being driven away.

Roydas frowned: "Although more than half of the soldiers in the legion are extraordinary, most of them are trainees who can only fight with magic guns. The minimum guards are all official extraordinary at the first level. Isn't driving these people the same as driving pigs and sheep?"

The attendant sighed: "Because they are only trainees, they have all experienced the battle of forming a tight queue and shooting each other with magic guns hundreds of meters away from the enemy. Now that they are not on the battlefield, they will not be afraid."

The captain from Sachdon crossed his arms and laughed, "That's right, the noble children of our Guards can only stand on wooden stakes, even if they have some extraordinary strength, they can fight with those monsters who can't even bat an eyelid in the hail of bullets." After two or three blows, they will flee. It would be terrible for everyone, especially Her Majesty the Queen, to see the ugly appearance of the Guards Corps."

"These untouchables!"

Although the tone made Roydas very unhappy, he had to admit that this was the reality. After all, he was the deputy commander, and he was clear about the actual situation of the legion.

"Today, we were supposed to discuss the matter of driving these troublemakers back to their hometowns, but we were stopped by the Crown issue." Roydas began to regret being in the hall during the day, and he also shouted Crown along with the booing.

He said in a deep voice: "The Guards still need to assemble, and at the same time, I will also inform the representatives of the king and the grand dukes, so that they can come forward and drive their respective legions back to the camp! The crown issue is between us and the queen. When will we allow it?" These untouchables have spoken out? Why don't they go to heaven?"

Even the Sachdonian captain nodded subconsciously.

Roydas lowered his voice again: "Don't disturb Her Majesty, if Her Majesty asks, just push it on me."

Another brigade leader asked, "Should we arm ourselves?"

Roydas gave him a blank look: "How stupid are you? Do you wait until those people make trouble before looking for weapons? Of course you need to be armed!"

Groups of soldiers of the Guards Legion wore armor and held guns, and they continued to gather at the gate of the castle, while blocking other access passages.At the same time, the shouts weakened a lot, but more officers and soldiers gathered in the wasteland outside the gate.

More than [-] officers and soldiers lined up in squadrons, brigades, and legions.Fluorite lamps and battle flags were erected one after another, as if they were about to be inspected.

The Guards Corps just confronted this growing team, and others crossed the confrontation zone and dispersed to the various legions.Most of these luxuriously dressed people are arrogant, either riding on dragon horses, or sitting on magic vehicles to talk to the leaders of those teams, and some even just send out attendants to pass orders.

"What happened outside?"

Below the castle, as soon as Brintto came out, he heard the commotion outside the castle.

The attendant explained: "Many legionnaires came to express their loyalty, hoping that the queen would be crowned queen."

Brinto said casually: "Why are those pariahs here to join in the fun? Go ask General Roydas and tell him that the Queen needs to be quiet."

The attendant left in a hurry, and came back a moment later to report that action was being taken, but Brintto waved his hand and ignored it.

"Let's make a fuss, at least let the queen know that the legion supports her."

Brinto muttered, asking the attendants to contact the leaders of the churches of other gods, this was the right thing for him.

In another turret of the castle, Gordon also heard the commotion when he came out of the communication room.

After the attendant explained, Gordon nodded: "It's a good thing, but it's meaningless. It's just another reason for us to have tomorrow's meeting."

After he finished speaking, he ignored it, and got into the communication room to get busy again.

Outside the gate, the voices of the nobles talking to those legions gradually became louder.

"You are Sachdonians! How dare you disobey the Eldest Prince? The Eldest Prince will soon be the king. Haven't you figured out your status?"

An earl was reprimanding several officers, but the eldest prince of Saxdon didn't show up. It was natural, how could the prince show up when he dismissed the low-level officers and soldiers of the legion.

"We are now soldiers of the Order Alliance. We first obey the queen's royal order, and then the Sacedonian royal order!"

"Does the eldest prince object to the queen being the empress? Let the eldest prince come out and make it clear to everyone!"

"We're just here to express our wishes, don't we have any rights?"

These were at most just the angry defenses of the squad leader's officers. They gathered here to express their hearts with enthusiasm, but they didn't expect the nobles to come out and stop them.

The officers took the lead, and the soldiers at the back also gained courage, clamoring at the earl one after another.

The earl was also very angry: "How bold! The queen will discuss with us whether the queen should be the queen, and you are also worthy of meddling?"

The officers did not flinch: "Why are we not worthy? We bleed and die for the queen's cause! Is it wrong to shout a few slogans? We support the queen as the queen and lead us to continue fighting!"

The soldiers are also excited, not worthy of meddling?
They joined the war, of course, to agree with the Queen's beliefs, but at the same time, didn't they also want to change their lives, get rid of the miserable fate of being slaves, civilians and the weak, and move towards a better tomorrow?

This war gave them extraordinary power, and they all yearned to continue to grow, gain rewards, honors and even titles, return to their hometown with a brand new identity, and start a new life.Of course, you can live a better life in another place.

In short, only when the queen becomes the queen can their achievements be affirmed, and the bounties, honors and titles they get will not be taken away by the barons, viscounts, city lords, earls, marquises, or even grand dukes and kings in their hometown.

In short, they and those comrades who have died need a new country, an empire, so that the beautiful tomorrow they dream of can be truly realized.

Now someone tells them that they are not worthy of getting involved in such a thing?

"Which family do you belong to? What title? Commoner? Pioneering knight?"

The count didn't dare to dwell on the subject of the queen, but turned to the topic of identity: "How dare you! Without my permission, you untouchables dare to hold your head up and talk to me? How dare you talk back?"

"Kneel down! Didn't you hear the count?" cried the squire.

The officers returned contemptuous glances and remained silent in unison.

Indeed, the law of nobility is a powerful tradition. Even if they strive for it, it is only to have the same power as an earl when facing other people.

But right now, they deeply felt their other identity, that is, the queen's followers, the queen's knights.There is no distinction between high and low, under the queen, everyone is equal!

They couldn't clarify the difference between them for a while, so they had no choice but to express their resistance to the law of nobility with silence.

"Bastard! You are rebelling!"

The count was furious: "Smack them! Give me a hard slap!"

A few attendants waved their whips and surrounded them. This scene, if stripped of the current environment, took off the uniforms of the officers, and returned to their original identities under the uniforms, it can be seen all the time in the whole world. It is commonplace. Those who are drawn are taken for granted.

But at this moment, the situation was different. The officers shouted "Dare you", and the soldiers surrounded them with fierce eyes.

For an extremely brief period, both sides saw the other as a bluff.

But when the attendant was urged by the earl to instinctively slap the whip on the officer, it was like magic explosives full of magical power were ignited by a small magic spell, the officers and soldiers all erupted .

Dozens of hundreds of people swarmed up and punched and kicked, and the servants were crushed underneath and screamed again and again.

The earl's mount was taken aback, and even the earl thought he had become a target. He subconsciously pulled out his long sword and swung it wildly. The tip of the sword drew a bloodstain on an officer, and the officer's eyes were bloodshot.

The Count was torn from his horse, and cried first for help, then for mercy.

Behind the earl were some attendants, these loyal attendants naturally only considered the master's safety, and decisively raised their magic guns.

Scattered gunshots splashed blood in the crowd, and stunned the officers and soldiers who were besieging the earl.

Immediately afterwards, more angry shouts sounded.

"They actually shot at us!'

"Kill them!"

"The enemy! This is the enemy!"

The queue suddenly became chaotic, hundreds of thousands of people rushed forward, how could a few magic guns resist it.

There were also smart people in the crowd, shouting: "They oppose the queen's coronation, they are spies! Rebels! Heretics!"

The incident of the Sacedonian Legion did not attract the attention of other legions. After all, the gunshots were not very obvious, and the same chaos had happened earlier than them.

In front of the legion dressed in leather armor and each with a pair of pointed ears, a hundred or so attendants of Earl Morning Song and Xixing formed a circle, struggling to resist the attacks of the same kind that were several times their size.

The attendants used shields and swords to drive back the officers and soldiers of the legion, while angrily cursing words like slaves and bastards. They responded with rain of saliva, mud balls and even stones.

Seeing the chaos of the legion, the guards guarding the gate began to advance, and Roydas gave them strict orders to ensure order even if they could not be driven away.In the current situation, it is obviously time to drive them away by force.

Not all legions fell into chaos. The legions from Tangus, Hadron, and Alanis have been shouting slogans neatly. The liaison officers who went to these legions not only did not call them back, but also joined the ranks and became ranks. higher leaders.

Seeing the action of the Guards Corps, these legions took the opportunity to advance. There was a section of space between the two sides, but now it has disappeared. From a distance, it seems that an old-fashioned battle broke out.

A few kilometers away from Valentine's West Fort, at the camp of the 74th Independence Army, the head of the army, Prince Rimaco, led only half of the troops to support Sylvie, and half of the troops remained here.

A group of people rushed into the camp, directly broke into the army commander's big tent, and sounded the battle drum to gather all the officers.

The eldest prince Saxedon wore silver armor, and was escorted by Saxedon's legendary court magician and dozens of elite attendants. He paced back and forth in the big tent, looking smug.

So when the big tent was suddenly lifted, and dozens of hundreds of magic machine gun vehicles and vehicle-mounted magic cannons, as well as thousands of soldiers with automatic magic guns appeared, and surrounded them, the eldest prince was so shocked that he became The sculpture was kept for a long time.

"Brother, you asked me to return to the Kingdom of Sachdon immediately to receive my legion."

Prince Rimaco appeared, far away, his face was still clearly visible under the fluorite lamp.It looks a little regretful, but also a kind of calmness under determination.

The eldest prince finally came back to his senses, and shouted in shock and anger: "This, this is not your army! It is Sachdon's army, it is my army!"

"Yes, I was wrong, this is not my legion," Remaco said lightly, "but you are also wrong, this is not your legion, not Sacedon's legion."

The eldest prince shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about!?"

"nonsense?"

Remaco turned his head to look left and right, and shouted loudly: "Tell me, soldiers, who are you fighting for!?"

Thousands of people shouted in unison: "For Teresia! For the Queen!"

Remaco raised his arms and shouted, "For the Empress!"

People's voices became louder: "For the queen!"

Remaco shook his head at the eldest prince: "The designation of this legion is the 74th Legion of the Alliance of Order. From me, the legion leader, to the most ordinary soldiers, they only obey the orders of His Majesty Teresia. If you want to take over the legion, your Majesty has the right to do so." order?"

The eldest prince said angrily: "Remaco, do you want to betray?"

The legendary magician stood up: "It's not that you want to betray, you have already betrayed! Your Highness Rimako, you have betrayed the kingdom of Sachdon!"

"Take him!"

With the backing of Legend, the eldest prince became much calmer: "You Legend should not be afraid of those guns!"

Legend pondered for a while, bursting with strength, ready to strike.

A deep female voice sounded: "How dare you say that Rimako is a traitor? That's fine, before you try Rimako, I have to judge you for the crime of treason!"

The tall figure stepped out of the shadows and stood beside Remaco, which immediately shocked the eldest prince and the legend.

Sylvie!
"Thank you Marshal, I really didn't expect the Marshal to accept my request." Remaco nodded gratefully to her.

"Originally, it was just to repay your favor. After all, you have helped me a lot in the west," Sylvie said, "but now it seems that this is not just your business, but someone is eager to dismantle it." Our allies will betray Theresia."

The eldest prince said in despair: "This, this is only our own business! Why do you take care of it?"

"Why?"

Sylvie sneered: "Just because Remaco supports the queen's coronation as empress, and because his legion is the queen's legion, not your Sachdonian legion."

She slowly pulled out the sword at her waist, and the warm white and dense holy light rippled like water on the sword: "You should be lucky, you are only a prince, and your deeds cannot represent the entire kingdom of Sachdon, otherwise you His betrayal is to drag the entire kingdom into the dark abyss."

Water streaks of holy light gushed out, condensing into a foot-long sword light. Sylvie scanned the group of people, his eyes were as sharp as the edge of a sword: "Now, should I catch you with nothing, or wait for me to chop off your heads."

The eldest prince subconsciously looked at the legend around him, the legendary magician trembled his lips, and forced out a sentence: "In the alliance, legends should not fight each other."

After speaking, he bowed slightly to Sylvie, his figure disappeared, and Sylvie didn't stop him.

The eldest prince's face turned pale in an instant, and at this time the attendants behind him also knelt down one by one. He shook his body, as if his entire spine had been taken away, and he knelt softly on the ground.

(End of this chapter)