I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 159 Dirac's Persistence
Count Dirac Sisso has been promoted. He has been promoted from the original rank of colonel to the only general in the Restoration Army. The officers under his command can proudly publicize it to the outside world...that they are serving Admiral Dirac.

However, Dirac, who was writing and drawing on a piece of paper, would not be happy about this.

Not for any reason, just because of the heavy roars coming from outside his window, the deafening roar broke the tranquility of the early morning.

That was the sound of thirty-two mortars of the Bagnian Republic Army outside the city firing at Helgeland.

Dirac counted the cannon shots and heard three.

"Ah, it looks like they're running low on gunpowder."

Dirac thought to himself that this was a happy situation, but such optimism could not improve his current predicament.

The Republic doesn't have much gunpowder, but Helgeland doesn't have much gunpowder in stock either.

In fact, relying on Prince Chris's share of smuggling, Dirac's gunpowder reserves should not be so short. The problem was that a few days ago, his gunpowder depot in Helgeland was set on fire, causing a huge firework explosion.

Who did the good deed?
Of course, it was the work of the petty citizens and rich people who believed the lies told by the other side.

Although we still don't know the exact reason for the collapse of the front-line defense, they definitely contributed to it.

Admiral Dirac has sent people to guard and clear out Helgeland, but the results have been minimal and few traitors have been caught. There must be someone protecting them in this matter.

"Boom..."

The fourth cannon shot.

Admiral Dirac put down his quill and listened to the noise outside the window again. From the soldiers' shouting, he learned that the stone shells fired by the enemy had hit the city and probably landed in a house.

"Oh, may those citizens who support the Republic live long."

Dirac blessed them sarcastically, then continued to lie on the desk, staring with his presbyopic eyes wide open, writing and drawing.

Helgeland is a fortified city with walls that are about 12 meters high, 4.8 meters at the bottom and gradually narrowing to 2.5 meters at the top. It adopts a "sandwich" structure and is extremely thick.

Even after five days of heavy bombardment by the Republic's 32 mortars, only two holes were broken in the eastern city wall, and the average height was reduced to 11 meters. The gun emplacements on the city wall were not damaged, and the two city defense cannons could still fire.

As for the guards in the city, excluding the unreliable militia, Dirac's original Sisso Corps were all regular soldiers from the Old Kingdom era, originally designated as the Fifth Infantry Regiment. They were all well-trained professional soldiers, so there would be no problem defending the city.

The city is fine, the guards are fine, so what exactly is causing Dirac to be so depressed now?

Those petty bourgeoisie and rich people who were inclined towards republicanism were actually not a big problem for Dirac, because they had no military power and could not be the majority in Helgeland.

If you look into it in detail, there are only a few wealthy people in Helgeland and their lackeys who may have problems. The other citizens have neither the energy nor the time to pay attention to the damn republic and parliament.

Because you can tell at a glance that these systems are not intended for ordinary people.

Why didn't Dirac, who was holding a knife, attack them?
He was waiting, waiting for all these people to jump out.

Although Dirac knew roughly who the rebels were, it was only a guess after all. If he took action now, there would definitely be some who would slip through the net.

So, Dirac was waiting for more.

In addition to the instability in the city, there were also unexpected problems happening in the rear of the Restoration Army.

Those parliamentary members who only cared about the people but did nothing about the people fled to the Bohemian Empire after the front-line defense was breached. They even called their shameful behavior "looking for reinforcements."

The Bohemian Empire's envoys arrived in Helgeland shortly afterward, but they also presented Dirac with unacceptable news and conditions. Flower Lin had fallen in love with a princess in Neama, and they would soon be engaged. The envoys hoped that Count Dirac would continue to support Prince Flower and his descendants in their efforts to inherit the Bagnacian throne.

The purpose of Emperor Huaiat of the Bohemian Empire is obvious... He is planning to make the eldest prince the offline king, and then use the offspring born from him and the so-called princess to control the Kingdom of Bagnia.

Then when the time is right, it will be natural for the kingdom to merge into the empire and become part of it.

Dirac was well aware of this routine, so he rejected the messenger's conditions.

Although the messenger hinted that Dirac's title of earl should be appropriately promoted to marquis or even duke.

But Dirac remained unmoved.

The establishment of the Kingdom of Bagniya was also partly due to the efforts of the Hisoka family. Now that the kingdom is gone, is he still Count Hisoka?

The honor and heritage of the Hisoka family can still exist! ?

Dirac's pen left a messy mark on the paper. He looked up, peering out the window at the distant battlefield. The smoke of gunfire lingered in the morning light, like a fog of fate, shrouding Helgeland's future. His heart was filled with helplessness and resentment, but he knew now was not the time to dwell on his emotions.

At this moment, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock on the door, and the adjutant's voice sounded outside the door.

"Sir, sir, good news!"

"Come in!"

"Click..."

"What good news?"

"Reinforcements, reinforcements from Prince Chris, they brought a lot of weapons and equipment!"

The adjutant's face was filled with joy.

"Reinforcements?"

Dirac's brows relaxed slightly, but he was also a little confused. He knew the situation on Prince Chris's side better than anyone else. According to his judgment, the prince should still be fighting with the Republic's Third Infantry Regiment at this time. How could he have the extra energy to send people to support him?

Will there be any problems?

"What exactly happened?"

"Prince Chris sent a convoy. They have now arrived at Dolan Castle, five kilometers away. Baron Marcus, who is stationed at Dolan Castle, sent a messenger to inform me verbally that they brought sufficient gunpowder, muskets, armor, halberds, and a large amount of military supplies."

Having said this, the adjutant's smile faded.

"But there is a problem here, that is, Prince Chris's people are not many. They only brought supplies, but no troops that can fight against the Republic Army."

"This is normal. Prince Chris doesn't have many soldiers. If they had a lot, it would be a problem... Arrange troops to meet them and verify their true identities... If there are no problems, I need those supplies to be transported into the city as soon as possible."

Having said that, Dirac tore up the letter that was almost finished.

It seems that I don’t have to wait any longer, and the plan to clean up the insider needs to be launched in advance.

(End of this chapter)