Thousands of naval soldiers rushed off the warship, like a sharp knife thrust into the heart of London.
The Scotland Yard police officers responsible for blocking the streets had no power to fight back. Facing the official army, they were like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They fled in all directions after firing two rounds of rifle volleys, leaving corpses on the ground.
"Don't be in love with war! Don't be in love with war!"
Toure held the saber and rushed to the first formation, shouting loudly: "The palace! The palace! The target is the palace!"
Without horses, the navy soldiers ran on two legs, crossing the streets. Within ten minutes, they repelled the police who besieged the Capitol Building and headed towards the palace.
In the palace, the bloody battle has entered a white-hot stage. The red-eyed soldiers have long lost their control and pounced on the enemy like wild beasts, stabbing the enemy in the chest with a knife. The hot plasma sprayed on the face, sticky and sticky.
The Windsor Guards were retreating steadily. In just one hour of offensive battle, they lost 6 men. The street fighting that broke out in the palace was simply more cruel than any battlefield. Every step taken required a huge price, and the enemies were often infinite.
Yes, our own side is in a situation of insufficient troops.
Boom!
A group of army soldiers broke open the door of the king's bedroom and had a bloody battle with the few guards who were left behind. After they eliminated the guards, they discovered that Rhodes IV was lying on the bed, dying.
Beside the bed, the queen turned her back to them, as if in mourning, with her head lowered.
The soldiers looked at each other in shock and did not dare to take action against the king. They still recognized the status of King Rhodes IV. Even if the king's life was short-lived, they could not get involved.
After hesitating again and again, the Master Chief gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Withdraw!"
Several soldiers exited the king's bedroom, closed the door, and continued to attack the roof.
After the soldiers left, the queen opened her eyes. Under her old face, there seemed to be black snakes twisting, and a black mist floating on the roof also dissipated.
In the corridor, the maids screamed and ran away. The red-eyed soldiers would not let them go. Who knew who they would help?
After casually cutting down the maid, the army soldier reached the final staircase leading to the roof.
The second prince and others are on the top of the building. As long as we get through here...
It will set the overall situation!
The stairs had long since collapsed, leaving only a pile of rubble. This was not a problem for the soldiers. Soon a ladder was brought and set up on the top floor. A soldier bit the handle of the knife and began to climb. As soon as he stuck his head out,
A bullet penetrated his head.
thump!
The corpse was smashed down hard, and blood was soaking the floor. Seeing this scene, how could the Master Chief not know that the other party had already set up an ambush and was waiting for them to attack?
"Second Lieutenant! Should we blow up the floor?" A soldier suggested: "As long as we blow up the floor, we can defeat the enemy effortlessly!"
"no!"
The Master Chief immediately denied it. Of course he knew that blowing up the floor would be the best way, but there was not only the second prince on the roof, but also Nicholas von Manstein!
If you blow up the floor, injure yourself, or make the church think you are going to cause harm to Nicholas...
The situation is not good!
Nicholas is just an ordinary person and does not know magic. In this case, he can only attack the enemy bit by bit. He cannot change the world by himself!
"storm!"
Under the command of the sergeant chief, the soldiers climbed up the ladder one by one, and then fell down into corpses. According to the information provided by the only surviving soldier, there were at least two to three hundred people on the top of the building, and they still had enough.
Bullets, desperately holding on to the last position.
A small palace, with only a thousand enemies, blocked 20,000 army troops for a full hour! This was after the army had already invaded the palace and was engaged in street fighting!
"asshole!"
The Master Chief punched the wall with his fist: "If it hadn't been for Nicholas von Manstein, we would have used bombs long ago! If not, we could have set fire to it!"
All it takes is a fire or a few dozen pounds of explosives to turn the Windsor Guards into a joke.
However, the other party is confident and knows that if you dare not set fire or blow up the building, you will have to pay a heavy price!
At this point, there is no better way than a fierce attack.
The soldiers who took down the fifth floor entered each room, threw the ladders and hooks to the top floor, and climbed up from all directions. The soldiers in the building were not idle either. Climbing the ladder was too slow. They simply piled up the hillside with corpses and stepped on the corpses.
Rush to the top floor....
A fierce battle broke out again. The second prince, who was hiding in the middle of the crowd, looked at the enemies that were climbing up. His heart was beating so hard that it almost jumped out of his chest. His head was dizzy and he was dripping with cold sweat.
On the other hand, Ma Wei, who was holding Yunia, was much calmer. Yunia was even eating candy. The death of the soldier seemed to be unable to resonate with her.
Maybe, but definitely not many.
More and more enemies were attacking the top floor, and the number of Windsor Guard soldiers was getting smaller and smaller. They gradually lost the initiative and were forced to huddle in a circle and fight hard.
"Don't use guns! Use nets!"
I don't know who shouted, and the overwhelming rope net was spread down. The entangled soldiers tried to cut off the rope with their swords, but they were pierced by bayonets one after another. They even had their necks tied and dragged out of the defensive circle.
, hacked to death with random knives.
Screams, bloody smells, wailings, curses, gunpowder smoke... all kinds of sounds and smells are intertwined together, which is disgusting.
Just when the second prince fell into despair...
Suddenly there was a roar from the distant street!
It was not like a roar that a human could make, but more like some kind of wild beast. Everyone turned to look, and saw a burly giant walking out of the dark street. Each of them was three meters tall, and his arms were as thick as an adult man.
, full of explosive beauty, the cloth strips hanging on the body, judging from the color, seem to be navy clothing.
giant?!
No!
It's the Royal Navy who took the magic potion!
Seeing the Royal Navy, which was as burly as a giant, the prince, who had regained his composure, hurriedly shouted to the soldiers surrounding the rooftop: "Do it quickly! Kill Shukri! Kill him!!!"
"Protect Your Highness!"
At the moment when the army soldier raised his gun, Herrera led the Windsor Guards to block the second prince and Ma Wei. There was a loud gunshot, blood spattered, several guards fell down, and Herrera was also hit in the waist.
gun.
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The second prince hid behind Ma Wei tremblingly, saying in horror: "Save me...save me..."
"Your Highness, don't be afraid, the reinforcements have arrived."
Ma Wei turned his attention to the garden, where...
A three-meter-tall giant was running with help. Every time he stepped, he would leave a deep footprint on the ground. When he came to the palace, he used his legs hard, and his whole body jumped up like a cannonball, and fell downstairs with a bang.
On the top, a leg stepped through the floor and sunk deeply.
"Toure Crowley!"
Ma Wei shouted: "Your Highness is here!"
The army soldiers were dumbfounded and didn't understand where this monster came from. They quickly turned their guns and pulled the triggers, and the bullets came out.
Hercules' club can provide a person with the strength of a giant, but that does not mean invulnerability. The high muscle density has a certain defensive nature, but it still cannot stop bullets. An overly burly figure is undoubtedly a living target. Understand this.
Toure lifted up the floor in front of him. After resisting the first round of shooting, he rushed into the crowd. He didn't need a saber, just his fists were enough to clear the place.
Every time Toure waved his arms, he would slap several army soldiers off the roof, clearing a clearing in the blink of an eye. When the soldiers wanted to shoot, he would lift up the floor to avoid and protect their vital points.
The bullet that missed the vital point was a bit unsightly in front of the three-meter-tall giant. It did cause damage, but it was not fatal, and even made the opponent more manic.
Facing the mad giant, the army soldiers were frightened. They were not afraid of death. They were the bravest soldiers in the kingdom. But if there was no hope of victory, everyone would be afraid.
not to mention...
There are thousands more giants like this below.
"This is not fair! This is not fair! Why can Nicholas use potions!!!"
The eldest prince roared at the top of his lungs: "I also have a magic potion! I also have a magic potion! Why don't you let me use the magic potion!"
Not only him, but the Archbishop of Camberley, who was standing in front of the pool in St. Paul's Cathedral to watch the battle, also asked: "Why can Nicholas use potions! You don't allow the eldest prince to use potions but allow him to use potions to equip the royal family."
Navy! That’s not fair!”
"Nothing is completely fair in the world, Cambury." King Ubli I said quietly: "Allowing the eldest prince to launch a coup is the biggest concession we have made. The Holy See will not watch the chaos of the regime. We support the royal family.
Isn’t it just to avoid this?”
"The eldest prince is an unstable factor. We gave him a chance. Nicholas did use the potion, but he did not give it to the Windsor Guards. If the restrictions on the use of potions are relaxed, do you think Nicholas will be afraid of the eldest prince?"
The Archbishop of Cambury said angrily: "But he still used magic potion! This is against the rules!"
"If I tell you one more thing, you won't think so." Ubli I said: "As early as yesterday, Nicholas came to me. He said that he had a complete plan that could help the second prince.
Do you know what his plan is to avoid this disaster?"
"What?"
"Go and seek help from other countries' embassies."
Ubli I was expressionless: "He can definitely take the second prince to escape to the Bonaparte Empire, the embassy of the Kingdom of Frederick in London. Strictly speaking, it is the territory of other kingdoms, the Wisdom Cult and the Judgment Cult.
They have arranged for a saint, do you think they would disagree if Nicholas asked them for asylum and made some conditions in the name of Manstein Potion Company?"
"This..." Archbishop Cambury's eyes widened: "He is the potion dealer of our church! How can he impose conditions without our consent?"
"Here's the problem. He could do this, but he consulted my opinion in advance. He could be unfair, and he could make the eldest prince's fantasy come to nothing at the beginning of the coup, but he still gave the eldest prince hope. This
It’s for the sake of the church, and it’s also for your sake, Cambury.”
King Ubli I said seriously: "Fairness, what do you think is fairness? I think fairness is far more important than fairness. Nicholas has made many concessions, and you should not push yourself too far."
Looking at Umbry I, then at Archbishop Brandon, Archbishop Liviu and Archbishop Cambury who remained silent, they suddenly laughed, with a hint of sadness mixed in their laughter.
"I'm sorry you guys have already discussed this... you painted a touching fairy tale for me and the eldest prince... but it's all false..."
"Cambury, your temper is too grumpy. We didn't hide it from you on purpose. The international situation is very tense at the moment. The Wisdom Cult has always wanted to get Nicholas. We cannot miss the overall situation for the sake of a secular regime."
Shaking his head, the Archbishop of Camberley left the hall without looking back, his back looking extremely lonely.
He lost, he lost from the beginning, all unrealistic fantasies were created by others, he could never win - the moment Nicholas became a potion dealer, the outcome was already doomed.
.............................
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
The eldest prince felt a splitting headache. He opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a carriage. Marquis Bracken was looking at him: "I...what's wrong with me?"
"Your Highness, you just fainted!" Marquis Bracken spoke quickly: "We failed, the Royal Navy betrayed, and the Army suffered heavy losses! The situation is over! Your Highness, I will take you out of the city, and we will escape to the Kingdom of Carlos and search there.
Chance!"
"Opportunity...can I still have a chance?" the eldest prince murmured.
"There must be!" Marquis Bracken's eyes turned red: "As long as your highness is alive, you have a chance!"
Turning his head and looking at the Marquis of Bracken, the eldest prince opened his dry lips and asked: "Where are the others?"
"They...they all..."
The Marquis of Bracken gritted his teeth and refused to tell the news that others were rushing to surrender.
"Oh, I know...I lost..."
The eldest prince said in a hoarse voice: "What about you? Why are you still here?"
"Your Highness, I have watched you grow up, why would I abandon you at this moment?"
"Shukri will not let me go...he will definitely kill me..."
The eldest prince took a deep breath: "Stop the car."
"What did you say, Your Highness?"
"I said stop!"
The driver tightened the reins and the carriage stopped in the middle of the road. Marquis Bracken said urgently: "Your Highness, why are you stopping! We are leaving the city soon!"
"No...not leaving the city...I won't run away."
The eldest prince said with a trembling voice: "I can't escape. If I escape now, many people will be implicated. Bracken, let's go. You know where my money is hidden. Even if you don't have the title, you will still live a good life."
If I live, Shukri will always send people to hunt me down..."
"Your Highness!"
"Stop talking! I've made up my mind!"
The eldest prince opened the door and pushed the Marquis of Bracken out of the carriage: "Get out! Get out of here right now!"
After closing the door, the eldest prince patted the carriage and said loudly: "I still have one wish that I haven't fulfilled yet..."
"Are you going to Clarence House, Your Highness?" the coachman asked.