Successors of all mankind

Seeing his behavior, the immense pressure the commander felt from the appearance of the Golden Bloodline on the front line vanished.

Has he gone mad?

What kind of legal monarch is he?

A guy who would even use his own citizens and compatriots as objects for terrorist attacks?

Even if they are descendants of gods, this is far too humiliating!

The commander threw off his hat and was about to order the warships to focus fire on Crown Prince Bourbon II.

He refused to believe that he could humiliate them like this under such firepower!

But before the commander could speak, gunshots rang out behind him.

Looking at the huge gash in his chest and the blood clots that had completely congealed due to overheating.

The commander looked behind him in disbelief; it was his adjutant who had fired the shot.

The other party was not a newly promoted nobleman like him, but an old nobleman with his own fiefdom and family.

After firing a shot at him, the old nobleman gave him a strange smile.

'They've betrayed us? Because the princess wants to pave the way for us with their land and power?'

Once the thought crossed his mind, the commander inevitably went limp.

At the same time, he also heard something at the port gate.

A familiar voice began to shout:

"Long live Crown Prince Bourbon II!"

what?

A terrifying thought crossed the commander's mind, and he struggled forward, wanting to see what was going on.

But his adjutant behind him stepped on him and trampled him to the ground.

They fell completely silent in despair.

Below, the first group of people who had been prepared beforehand took the lead.

The port garrison, which was mainly composed of aristocratic private soldiers, was instantly unified.

Fueled by the nobles' fervent encouragement, the soldiers charged toward Bourbon II with cheers!

"Long live Crown Prince Bourbon II! Long live the French Dynasty!"

Looking at the mountain, the taxi drivers were shouting and submitting to their commands.

Having finally assembled his first army, Bourbon II looked with satisfaction towards the distant capital.

Yes, this is one of his sources of confidence and plans!

He landed in the place where the most nobles sought refuge with him.

He wanted to use these nobles to create a massive campaign – he wanted to make himself emperor, Napoleon Bonaparte!

I am the Lord of France, I am Bourbon II, and I am the reincarnation of Emperor Napoleon!

This is the entrance that the exiled terrorist prepared for himself.

At the same time, surrounded by soldiers, Bourbon II nodded to a sinful monk from afar.

The other party understood and left.

In order for Bourbon II to smoothly take over the country, the church must also build momentum for tomorrow's 'blessing of mankind and the return of the king'!

Chapter 84 In the Name of the People (4k)

When Bourbon II ascended the main control tower in the port area of ​​Mortage, the first troops who had sworn allegiance were being reorganized.

The process went more smoothly than he had expected.

The port garrison is nominally under the direct control of the royal family, but in reality, since its establishment, it has absorbed a large number of local nobles into its private army. The appointment of junior officers has always been controlled by the vassals stationed in the provinces.

Although the princess's reform plan had been issued long ago, its implementation was distorted at every level when it reached border towns like Mortage.

The documents state that all levels of power were returned to the royal family, but in practice, the nobles simply changed their flags while the lower-ranking officials remained untouched.

Now, this flag has been exchanged for the Bourbon family's golden kite.

The adjutant, the old nobleman who shot the commander in the back at the crucial moment.

He was jogging up the tower and stopped a few steps behind Bourbon II.

"Your Highness, the reorganization is complete. Our original strength was about nine hundred, and with the addition of the surrendered troops in the port area, we now have about four thousand available troops!"

"We can set off at any time!"

Bourbon II nodded and said:

"Keep going! We must reach the capital before dawn!"

Bourbon II only stayed in Mortage for a few tens of minutes.

When the reorganization was completed, the number of troops he had available jumped from a mere few hundred to several thousand.

He stood at the porthole in the control tower and handed a list to his adjutant:

"Proceed in this order, and at each location, broadcast our arrival to the garrison beforehand. Say nothing more, just tell them, 'I, Bourbon II, the true ruler of France, have returned!'"

The adjutant's fingertips trembled slightly as he took the list.

This is a road of absolute no return!

They can only keep winning; the slightest mistake will lead to utter ruin.

The list included the names of all the important nodes in the Western Province of the Kingdom, from south to north, starting with Cree, then moving to the Three Saints Bridge, to the Chalonshorn, to the Louis Bridge, and finally to the Governor's Palace of the Western Province.

Behind each name are thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of troops stationed there.

Moreover, as time goes on, more and more troops will respond!

"Let's go!"

Bourbon II said.

The advance troops boarded the railcar when it was pitch black.

The broadcast at Creil station had already started when he left Mortage!

The broadcast, airing on all frequency bands, contained only one sentence:

"The great Bourbon II is on his way to Cree."

Klay didn't have to wait long.

When Bourbon II's lead train arrived at the Crey station, the platform was already packed with people.

Viscount Duval stood at the forefront, followed by three thousand men from the Cree garrison, all lined up with their guns pointed downwards.

The viscount, who had run the business in the area for nine generations, knelt on one knee the moment Bourbon II stepped off the train:

“Your Highness, I have waited for you for seventy years. My family has waited for you for hundreds of years, and now, you have finally returned!”

Bourbon II did not stop; he simply looked at the taxi drivers behind the Viscount and shouted:

"Follow your king!"

The entire process of three thousand people joining the queue took no more than fifteen minutes.

When the troops were mobilized again, their strength exceeded seven thousand.

Each subsequent stop repeated this pattern, but on a larger scale each time.

At the Three Saints Bridge, General Martini's 8,000 troops and fully armored regiment were already lined up at the bridgehead.

If they blow up the bridgehead, they can cut off the rebels' advance.

Let them not do anything until at least dawn today.

But when Bourbon II arrived, the general immediately took off his hat, stepped forward, bowed his head, and knelt before the crown prince, saying:

"Long live His Highness the Crown Prince!"

New troops joined his ranks.

The rebel forces have exceeded 10,000. This is only two hours after they set off.

Shalonshuu was the largest transportation hub in the western part of the dynasty.

Count François de Raphael did not appear, but the more than 10,000 troops guarding the outskirts of Chalon had already completed their reorganization ahead of schedule.

He was one of the core forces of the royalist party in the west.

Entrusted with an important mission, they were granted the fief of Shalon and were tasked with guarding this vital western gateway for generations.

As Bourbon II's procession passed by, an adjutant stepped forward and saluted:

“The Earl said he didn’t see you, so you must have taken a detour. We will follow you.”

Bourbon II's army numbered approximately 30,000. It was still dark.

Louis Bridge.

This is a more important transportation route than the Three Saints Bridge.

Almost all the aircraft in the western part of the dynasty, whether by land or air, have to pass through here.

This can be considered France's last fortress in the west.

The Marquis of Coron was stationed here with over 50,000 soldiers, behind him were the defensive artillery of the Louis Bridge and the private armies of the nobles from the surrounding thirteen noble territories.

This marquess, who was even related to the royal family by blood, was approached by Bourbon II.

Instead of kneeling, he made a more significant statement: he surrendered his sword.

This symbolizes complete surrender of all aristocratic privilege!

Bourbon II took the sword, then handed it back to him:

“I know this sword. It was bestowed upon your ancestor by my father’s father, my grandfather, the true founder of this country. It is the sword of Corinth, nicknamed Hard Bone!”

"He is your greatest honor, and the only link between us. Please take it back. I cannot keep such a precious thing!"

The marquis, tears welling in his eyes, then shouted back:

"Long live His Highness the Crown Prince! We swear to follow His Highness the Crown Prince to the death! Long live the Bourbon Dynasty!"

The soldiers shouted in unison:

"Long live the Bourbon dynasty!"

The Marquis's tens of thousands of soldiers were all brought into service.

The rebel forces numbered nearly 100,000!

The Western Province Governor's Office joined at the last minute.

The governor heard the message growing closer and more urgent.

Finally, he threw away what was now who-knows-how-many cigarette butts and made his decision.

The governor's encrypted communications arrived as Bourbon II's procession passed the Pont Louis:

"Your Highness, the 140,000 troops stationed in the Western Province have completed the procedures for transferring command to you. I will personally publish an announcement of our submission before dawn."

After reading the message, King Bourbon II chuckled and handed it to his adjutant, saying only one sentence:

"Make a note of this: the Governor was the last to express his opinion, but not the latest."

The governor, who had been wavering before his arrival, finally took his place.

Thus, Bourbon II's followers transformed from a few hundred into a massive wave sweeping across the entire West!

Standing on the command vehicle, I looked at the vast army behind me.

Even Bourbon II couldn't contain his excitement.

Since his father was killed, he was exiled abroad.

Although he dreamed every night of leading his army back in battle.

However, he never imagined that he would actually succeed!