My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

"I have been working so hard for only two copper coins. I will do my best to repay the general by firing two arrows at the battle."

Many people had this idea in mind, and when they saw the enemy's heavy cavalry charge, they were so frightened that they immediately began to retreat.

To say they were retreating was still a nice thing to say. Their current disorganized and undisciplined situation could only be considered a rout.

Garibaldi felt a surge of regret as he watched his army suffer a crushing defeat.

If I hadn't promoted Martin in the first place, there wouldn't have been so many disgusting things.

But now, the front line can no longer hold on, and the top priority is to escape.

Thinking of this, Garibaldi shouted loudly: "Adjutant, you are now responsible for holding the front line and covering my retreat!"

However, no one responded to him.

"Adjutant!?" Garibaldi shouted a few more times, and then he suddenly remembered that the adjutant seemed to be responsible for delivering meals to Martin.

Now that Martin has escaped, it means that the adjutant...

In desperation, Garibaldi retreated first with the guards around him. The Naples army, which had lost its supreme commander, was defeated and could not resist the Antican army for long before it was defeated.

At this moment, the adjutant that Garibaldi was thinking about was trembling with his legs, and his teeth were chattering as he looked at Wirtz standing in front of him.

"Um...Mr. Wilts, no...Brother Wilts, Grandpa Wilts, let's talk it out..."

There was no way. Now Wirtz had rested for a while and recovered his strength, still holding the sword in his hand, while the adjutant had his hands tied behind his back on the chair and dared not move.

"Oh, now you realize who's the boss?" said Wilts, laughing.

"Come, take a look at all the scars on my body, big and small. How many of them were caused by you?"

"This... this is not my problem... I was forced to do this..."

"You're bringing up your general again, aren't you?" Wirtz said, putting down his sword and punching the adjutant directly in the face.

The skinny adjutant was hit by the punch and fell to the ground with his chair.

"Grandpa Wiltz, please, if beating me will make you feel better, then hit me a few more times, and it would be best if you could vent your anger on me."

The adjutant spoke in an almost pleading tone.

"Oh, you are afraid of death too? I saw you seemed to be very arrogant when you were interrogating me."

As he said this, Wirtz kicked the adjutant hard in the stomach several more times, kicking him to the side of a soldier's corpse. He curled up and trembled, and then he stopped temporarily.

It's impossible to just end this matter like this, as that would be too easy for this adjutant who relies on his superiors for power.

Just when Wirtz took a break and was about to attack again, the adjutant seized the opportunity, drew a sword from the soldier next to him, and used the blade of the sword to cut a hole in his rope.

"Huh? What are you doing?" When Wirtz saw the adjutant's body squirming up and down, he felt something was wrong and hurried forward to stop the adjutant's behavior, but the other party had already cut the rope and quickly rolled over to avoid Wirtz's attack.

"Fuck you!" The adjutant threw a stool at Wirtz, causing him to stagger. Then he threw Wirtz to the ground, sat on him and strangled his neck.

"Die!" The adjutant said this with all his strength, wanting to strangle Wirtz to death, but he had been out of battle for a long time and his body was very weak. Even though Wirtz was injured at the moment, he could still use all his strength to strangle the adjutant's thin neck with his hands.

"The damned one...it's you..." Wirtz squeezed out these words from his throat, then widened his eyes and strangled the adjutant's neck with all his strength.

The two men confronted each other like this, and finally, Wirtz felt the pressure on his neck suddenly reduced, and then the adjutant's body fell softly to the ground, completely losing his voice.

Wirtz lay on the ground, looking at the sky.

He was not feeling well at the moment. It seemed as if a sky full of stars appeared in front of his eyes. The relief of surviving the disaster made him feel light all over, as if he would rise from the air in the next second.

However, there is probably nothing that can make people happier than to get revenge.

……

The fighting continued into the next day.

After the base camp was breached, the Naples army's defense line in Florence collapsed instantly. In this battle, Naples deployed an army of 100,000, but in the end only less than 10,000 returned.

In the city of Romulus, Giovanni looked at Garibaldi standing in front of him, head down and silent, and sighed helplessly.

"General Garibaldi, I know that the defeat is not your fault. It was the enemy who was too cunning and used a strategy of sowing discord."

"Thank you for your understanding, my Lord. I beg you to allocate me another army. I will definitely make amends for my crime!"

"That's not necessary. The Dukedom doesn't have many soldiers ready to fight. After the fall of the rich northern lands, most of the land in the south is farmland and pastures. We just need to defend Romulus City. However, all this should have nothing to do with you."

"Your Excellency Duke, are you going to fire me? No, Your Excellency Duke, I have served in the army for so many years, and I only lost this one battle. Even if I have no merits, I have worked hard." Hearing Giovanni's words, Garibaldi felt something was wrong and immediately knelt down and began to plead for himself.

But Giovanni just shook his head.

"That's not true, General Garibaldi. Don't I know what your position is in the army? It's just that we lost this battle so miserably. It seems that the losses we caused to the enemy were only a fraction of ours. You can't let me bear this responsibility, right?"

"...I understand." Garibaldi nodded. He knew that no matter how much he begged, he would not be able to keep his military position. Fortunately, he had made a lot of money in the army before, so his retirement life would definitely not be bad.

It was just right that I had left the army and could live a stable life.

"Then, Donny, you send General Garibaldi back." Giovanni said this and called his son Donny.

"I understand, father." Donnie came over and nodded politely to Garibaldi.

"General, this way please."

"Yeah." Garibaldi nodded. He knew that this might be his last time to come to the Duke's Palace. He turned around and took a close look at the carved beams and painted buildings of the Duke's Palace. Finally, he nodded and left.

Sitting in the carriage, Garibaldi looked at Donny in front of him, and seemed to be eager to ease his embarrassment. He hurriedly excused himself.

"Mr. Tangni, you may not believe this, but that Li Te is really a scary kid. He can play with people's hearts. You know, his plan to sow discord..."

Donny smiled the whole time and waited until Garibaldi arrived at his home.

When Garibaldi opened the door, he was stunned for a moment.

"General, why are you standing at the door? This is your home, come in quickly," said Tony with a smile.

"..." Garibaldi turned his head and looked at Donny, staring into his eyes for a long time, and then said tremblingly:

"Who... who did this? You?! Donnie! Was it you!!!"

He yelled out, as if trying to cheer himself up.

But Donnie was not frightened by him. He just looked at Garibaldi quietly, and waited until he finished speaking before smiling and saying, "General Garibaldi, don't forget that my father said before that the blame for the failure of the battle needs to be taken by someone. You are the best person to take the blame, right?"

"No... Impossible, the Duke can't do this. Did you overstep your authority, Donnie? I have worked for the Duke for so long, and I followed every order from him. He can't possibly want to harm me. It's impossible..."

"Why not? General Garibaldi, it is because you have always listened to your father that your father believes in you. Now your father wants you to die. Will you choose to obey and become a loyal subject, or will you choose to betray your father and be executed as a traitor?"

After listening to what Donnie said, Garibaldi couldn't hold on any longer. He knelt down, no longer having the airs of a general.

"Mr. Donny... No, Master Donny, please let me go, you have already killed my family... Please, I have worked diligently for Napoli for so many years, even if I have no credit, I have worked hard. I just want to survive..."

"General Garibaldi, I feel like I am really like you sometimes, and this really disgusts me." Donnie said this, and then asked: "Well, let me ask you a question?"

"What's the problem? Mr. Tangni, feel free to ask."

"Who is scarier now, me or Leeteuk?"

"You...it's you, Mr. Donnie!"

"But I don't like the word horror." Donnie said and shook his head.

Then, a strong man suddenly jumped out from behind Garibaldi and strangled his neck with a white cloth.

Garibaldi tried to resist with his fat body, but it was all in vain.

Donnie just stood in front of Garibaldi, watching his cheeks slowly turn red and his sturdy limbs gradually lose vitality from flapping around at the beginning.

Until there is no more life.

"What a pity! The old minister who worked so hard for the dukedom ended up like this."

"Master Donny, should his body be hung from the ceiling?" the sturdy man asked, looking up after strangling Garibaldi.

"Yeah." Donnie nodded, walked into the house, and looked up at the corpses hanging from the ceiling. "Just put him... here. I remember this is his wife. The two of them can be considered a couple reunited."

"It's so funny. One of them had a wife but kept going to nightclubs, and the other had a mistress. These two people are really a match made in heaven." Donny said this, mocking Garibaldi sarcastically.

"Finally, the fabricated news is that General Garibaldi committed suicide out of fear of punishment for negligence in the war, and his entire family was buried with him. Well, this news should be able to shock the entire Romulus."

As he said this, Donnie couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, father, you really understand your son well."

……

A day later, Giovanni was sitting in the living room, watching today's news. When he saw the biggest column, he snorted.

"Who taught you to do that, Donnie?"

"It is you, father. If you hadn't taught me these things, how could I have brought them out at this time?"

"What you did was okay, but it was a bit too arbitrary. Why did you kill his entire family?"

"Are you going to keep one or two of these bastards and wait for them to settle accounts with us later? Father, you told me in person before that we should not keep any of the people we don't like."

"I did tell you that." Giovanni nodded.

During the conversation between the two, their faces were always quite calm. Even when the topic was about the murder of an entire family, it was still as if it was a normal daily topic, and they even laughed occasionally.

……

In Florence, after Antica's army took over the city, they still fulfilled their promise and quickly restored the administrative and security system of Florence with the original team. The soldiers were also allowed to take holidays and rest in Florence.

"Well, I was right, wasn't I? We won't go back on our word. At least it will remain like this until Napoli changes its owner." Standing on the city wall, Litt took Virgil and Martin to inspect the city.

The soldiers had strict military discipline. After entering the city, they did not bully men and women just because they were soldiers. Instead, they used the military pay to shop legally and live.

Everything was in order, even the curfew implemented during the siege was lifted, and the city of Florence regained its former vitality.

Seeing the city in this state, Martin, who grew up here, was naturally very happy.

"It's really good. I hope you can keep this idea in the future."

"It's their actions that matter, not their hearts," said Lit. "I don't know what the future lords will do with this place, but under our current ruling principles, your people, the people you protect, are all protected, aren't they?"

"Yeah." Martin nodded.

Just at this moment, he saw a flower shop and stopped here.

At the door of the flower shop, a young girl was standing at the door selling flowers, but for some reason, there was not much smile on the girl's face. Instead, she seemed to be worried about something.

"What's wrong?" Litt looked at Martin who stopped where he was and asked curiously.

"I...may have something to take care of, so I won't be able to patrol with you guys."

"It's okay. It must be a very important thing for you. Go quickly." Lit said with a smile.

"Thank you." After Martin thanked him, he walked down a staircase on the city wall and then quickly ran towards the flower shop.

……

It was several days ago that we received the news of the defeat at the front.

When Antica's army first took over here, the whole city was in panic. Although there were rumors that their army would not disturb the people, these were all rumors and could not be taken seriously. No one dared to go out on the streets at will. If they really disturbed the people, they would be the ones who would suffer.

But it was not until the next day when officials began to go door to door to inform everyone that normal economic life could be resumed that everyone realized what was going on.

There were no military parades and no curfews, and the general public did not even notice the fall of Florence.

Although some families did lose their children, there was nothing they could do about it. In war, there are always casualties. Soldiers died on the battlefield, and there was nothing they could do about it.

These days, everyone around Judith was smiling, except Judith herself who was frowning.

There has been no news of Martin.

Although there were soldiers passing by his flower shop these days, when he asked about the name Martin, these Antican soldiers didn't know it.

Therefore, although resuming business was a good thing, Judith could not be happy.

"Oh, Martin, you're a big liar. You clearly promised me that you would come back. Now the war is over, where are you..." Judith muttered softly. At this moment, everything in front of her went dark.

"Hello, are you here to buy flowers? We have violets, the city flower of Florence, grown in our own garden. The fragrance can last for a whole week!"

Judith was shouting out her wares familiarly, but when she saw the person in front of her, she was stunned.

The person standing in front of him was the person he had been thinking about day and night.

The signature smile on her face froze and her eyes became moist.

"Judith, I'm back, I didn't...lie."

After hearing what the other person said, Judith couldn't help herself any longer and threw herself into the other person's arms.

Violets are falling from the sky, and the two people hugging each other at this moment form a beautiful landscape painting.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Standing in the distance, Lit looked at the two people hugging each other and sighed.