Huh? Are they all real?...

"The vanguard will become the rearguard. I'll cover the rear. You and Claude will take His Majesty back."

Moen, however, gave completely contradictory instructions:

"No, you can stop here. Of course, you can go back."

"His Majesty?!"

The two demigods finally realized something was wrong.

"I'm going there alone."

"His Majesty!!!"

Regarding the two demigods' concerns, Moen simply turned to look at them and smiled:

"Believe me."

No amount of words can express the conviction that Moen exudes at this moment.

It was just a baseless statement.

But that's what really made the two demigods freeze in place.

Looking at Moen like this, they always felt that their master was about to create a miracle.

Seeing that they had actually stopped, Moen then spurred his horse forward.

As Moen drew ever closer.

The soldiers on the other side could almost all see who it was.

It wasn't some envoy responsible for negotiations who came; it was Trajan Westeros!

The nobles and officers hurriedly urged the soldiers to prepare for battle:

"Load, load!"

The soldiers began loading their rifles in unison, but for some reason, the action, which they had repeated countless times and had almost become muscle memory, now showed varying degrees of slowness and mistakes.

They didn't know whether they should shoot Trajan.

They are a generation that grew up thanks to this person's kindness.

The land at home, the hospital when you're sick, the school that teaches your children.

So many things were left to them by this person.

The nobles were sweating profusely, and the officers were at a loss.

All I could do was subconsciously urge the soldiers to get into position.

"Raise the cannon muzzle, no, aim it at him, aim it at him!"

What is this monster trying to do?!

He was just one person, but he brought immense pressure to hundreds of thousands of people on the other side.

At this moment, Trajan was simply like a god!

Down the hillside, Moen finally stopped.

This brought a sigh of relief to almost everyone.

But then everyone saw Moen dismount his warhorse.

Then continue walking forward.

What is he going to do? !

This unusual behavior even made Prince Adela, who had already left, stop.

He asked the pure white knights beside him, puzzled:

"Is that some new tactic?"

Each of the pure white knights shook their heads solemnly.

They couldn't understand Turalyon's actions either.

This made Adela's expression turn strange.

Did my father and I choose an idiot?

Trajan was now only a hundred meters away from them.

The nobles instinctively hid behind the army formation.

This person put too much pressure on them.

The soldiers slowly raised their guns under the command of their officers.

It can be said that a major war is about to break out.

Finally, Moen stopped.

He nodded as he looked at the young soldiers whose faces were now clearly visible.

He took off his hat so that people could more easily see who he was.

At this moment, Moen felt as if his chest was brimming with boundless passion, almost as if it were spitting fire.

Moen knew exactly what he was going to do, and he was certain he would succeed!

He spread his arms wide and shouted loudly to the army on the hillside:

Baratheon!

Countless soldiers trembled. The entire army formation began to undulate like wheat swaying in the wind.

Moen continued to move forward.

The army's movements became increasingly violent.

"Fire! Fire!"

As Trajan drew ever closer, some nobles, disregarding everything else, ordered their soldiers to open fire.

The funny thing is, even though he had the gun pointed at the soldier's head, he himself didn't dare to be the first to fire.

Almost everyone knew that at this moment, if even one person fired a shot...

That would likely cause the situation to completely explode.

However, no one fired the first shot.

The reasons for this include fear, confusion, and deep-seated resistance.

He was the only great man who treated them as human beings; even the later Empress merely carried on his will.

Moen had already walked up to the soldier at the front.

Looking at the soldiers' faces, Moen smiled:

"Soldiers of Baratheon, do you still recognize me?"

Some soldiers lowered their spears slightly as they saw Moen standing close at hand.

"Shoot! Shoot! Kill him! Kill him!"

The nobleman was nearly driven mad, but he only dared to shout at the soldiers beside him.

He wanted to raise his gun at the man, but he didn't have the courage, or even the guts to look over.

The gloom of that year seems like it happened just yesterday.

At this incredibly tense moment, Moen once again did something that surprised all of them.

He turned around, his back to everyone:

"If you want to kill your emperor, then shoot!"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The howling winds that had been sweeping across the valley before suddenly stopped completely.

Only Moen's words continued to echo in the valley.

If you want to kill your emperor, then do it!

Finally, the almost suffocating silence was broken.

Instead of gunfire, cheers erupted:

"Long live the Emperor!!!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it ignited the entire valley.

Led by an unknown person, all the Baratheon soldiers laid down their weapons and began to cheer.

"Long live the Emperor!!!"

"Long live the Emperor!!!"

"Long live the Emperor!!!"

They cheered, jumped for joy, and surged toward the great emperor.

For a thousand years, only this person in this country has treated ordinary people, even the poor, as human beings.

Twenty years will not erase his achievements; on the contrary, it will make people miss his existence and greatness even more.

Because he is Trajan!

This scene not only exceeded the expectations of the nobles, but it also exceeded the expectations of everyone.

Watching the soldiers cheering and surging forward, Nelson asked his adjutant in surprise:

"Aren't only our people in front of us?"

The adjutant shook his head, equally puzzled.

Moreover, with such a huge force, no matter how much they spread out their manpower, they were still stretched thin.

But why is everyone like this now?

On the opposite side of the mountain, the soldiers from the southern border, after a brief moment of surprise, finally reacted and cheered as they advanced.

"Long live the Emperor!!!"

"Long live the Emperor!!!"

"Long live the Emperor!!!"

Two groups that should have been mortal enemies have come together.

It's not about fighting, but about a shared dream.

For that dream that has already come true!

Prince Adela was deeply shocked.

He even asked the pure white knight beside him:

"That guy, did he follow the same path as Mother?"

The pure white knight shook his head in astonishment.

This is incredible.

It doesn't possess the power of seduction, yet it achieves the same effect.

No, it's far more powerful than seduction.

-

When the news reached the capital.

Major newspapers have begun to exert their efforts again.

They dared not reveal everything; they only dared to continue slandering the other party's identity.

While countless nobles huddled under their blankets, newsboys swirled newspapers throughout the streets and alleys of the capital, shouting as they went:

"A despicable and shameless thief has entered Tingen!"

After thinking about it, I've decided not to separate them. This chapter should be a longer one.