When Polis, the commander of the capital garrison, woke up again in the dim light of day, he felt difficulty breathing, his mouth and nose were stagnant, and his lungs were filled with a burning feeling; his whole body was sore and numb from the bones, and his eyelids were numb.
It's so heavy and sticky that it's impossible to break free.
It wasn't until someone fed Polis some liquid into his mouth that the moist feeling made his exhausted body gradually become active. Then Polis opened his eyes and saw the deputy company of his Legion Guard.
Chief Cambroner was struggling to hold a helmet.
The moment he saw the opponent with his head bandaged, the final defeat suddenly emerged in Polis's mind. It started with the Grand Gascon Regiment who was ordered to engage the enemy;
Amidst the shouting and cursing, they actually mingled with the enemies who were fighting with swords and guns.
Then, these hometown soldiers, who had been given great expectations by Polis, turned around and pounced on the unprepared friendly forces. In a blink of an eye, they dispersed the Pyrenees Frontier Volunteers who were responsible for the response; they then rushed towards the left wing and started the attack
When the capital garrison collapsed...
In the end, only the Legion Guard Company desperately escorted Polis out of the siege, and was almost completely lost under the continuous pursuit of the enemy's light cavalry. Therefore, Polis's last memory was of the mount he changed to.
The moment when he lost his strength and was thrown off the horse.
But the undeniable reality is that he has been completely defeated; not only did he ruin the most elite troops of the capital garrison, but he also ruined the last hope of the Burgundian dynasty. He failed the training and expectations of Grand Master Aramis, and also failed
entrusted with the important task by His Majesty King John.
Although there are still some local troops and old, weak and wounded soldiers of the Ninth Corps in the fortresses such as Durdan on the southern front, they are already irresistible. The enemy forces from the north and south lines are encircling and attacking from a pinch. Not to mention,
Even the Gascon soldiers from his hometown deserted him in the face of battle.
I don’t know when, these township party troops who had been given great hope and trust by him were infiltrated by fellow villagers from the enemy camp. At this time, Polis was like the tragic end of the road in historical legends.
The characters are just waiting for the moment when it finally comes to an end.
Finally, after Polis regained some energy and strength, he managed to stand up; only then did he realize that he was in the ruins under an ancient aqueduct. Twenty or thirty people were scattered everywhere, or leaning against each other.
The guard soldiers sitting there are all the subordinates who can be seen.
Polis wanted to open his mouth to give them some encouragement and motivation; however, his thirsty throat could only squeeze out some hoarse murmurs, but instead made him vomit out some dried blood clots from his mouth and nose; and then he felt the obvious saltiness.
It smelled fishy, and it turned out that what Cambrona gave him to drink was actually horse blood.
But in any case, this small episode also made Polis slightly cheered up and cheered up from the depression that filled his body and mind. At least even when he reached the end of his rope, he still had these people who would never give up and follow him. At least
His efforts are not meaningless.
Next, he will consider how to lead these subordinates to find a way out and a new prospect. For example, abandon this too conspicuous military uniform, dress up as a common exile group in the capital region, wait for an opportunity to return to the vicinity of Seine City, and then think
How to contact the great mentor.
At least Polis firmly believed in one thing. Compared with His Majesty King John, who was inevitably martyred for his country; this great mentor with an ancient identity and mysterious background, who had participated in and manipulated many major events in the kingdom behind the scenes, would never be easily lost because of this.
life, or other unexpected situations.
In this way, he might also be able to try to escape to the northern border of the kingdom, and look for opportunities to build up a new team among the large and small Dutch vassals of the kingdom in the name of mercenaries and based on these subordinates. But then,
His expression darkened again.
Because Polis thought of Nana, whom he had not been able to get in touch with so far, and of Joseph who was still in the capital, as well as the ladies of the royal court who brought him all kinds of novel senses, and the person who, although they had no real relationship, was like
His mother is usually a wife who can patiently listen to what he has to say.
At this time, the sound of a short bugle suddenly came to mind outside, which woke Polis out of his brief reminiscence. He couldn't help but reached out to hold the saber, but only touched the empty leather holster. And the people present who should have stood up to fight
The soldiers still stayed in place indifferently.
In an instant, Polis suddenly understood something; he suddenly turned his head and looked at Cambroner, the deputy company commander of his guard. Even though his body was covered with mud and blood, Kang still maintained a clean and neat mustache.
Broner gave him a helpless and unusually wry smile.
"I'm sorry, legion commander. After being surrounded here, everyone can no longer support it." "And their only request is to ensure your personal health and integrity... As long as you walk out.
, everything will be understood naturally.”
Afterwards, Polis, who was being helped out of the elevated canal where he was looking after the ruins of the house, saw the familiar cross-eagle war flag with a white background standing on the edge of the sparse forest;
Among the costumed knights, there was a small figure in military uniform.
"Na..." In an instant, Polis, who was still weak in energy and blood, felt that all the blood in his body rushed to his forehead; everything he had worked hard and struggled for over the years seemed to have turned into nothing at this moment.
A big joke filled with gray and pale colors.
When Polis, who was extremely excited, wanted to rush forward to question the other party, his body suddenly stopped again. Because, a sword blade that sneaked up from behind was penetrating out of his chest; and the accompanying
One of the guards said in a tone that was unfamiliar to him: "The betrayer must die."
Polis, who seemed to understand something again, could only feel full of grief, indignation, unwillingness and infinite regret. Amidst the screams and shouts, Polis fell down from the edge of the bridge pier as heavy as a stone... and
At the same time, a large-scale manhunt was underway in Seine City.
Although King John, the master of the Burgundian dynasty, and more of his royal family members have disappeared in Ganquan Palace, many related courtiers and members of the Royal Council, as well as the old and new nobles in the city, are
There is no way to escape easily after the city is broken.
Therefore, groups of richly dressed men and women were violently broken into the gorgeous and luxurious mansions by groups of blue-shirted soldiers; they were dragged out crying and screaming, and then escorted to wander the streets;
It has become the most lively scene in Seine City nowadays.
It also caused the large and small churches, monasteries, and nunneries that were used as temporary detention places to become overcrowded for a while. In sharp contrast, those located in the outer ring area and lower city area were occupied by military checkpoints and patrols.
Divided into large and small citizen blocks.
Under the greetings of temporarily recruited clergy and citizen representatives, porridge-making sheds were set up at the entrances and exits of these blocks; special emergency/biscuit dry food from the south, plus various beans, oats, rye and other grains that could be collected
, cooked with salted fish into a hodgepodge.
Then he distributed these thick soups with sporadic oily flowers in large spoonfuls to the citizens/civilians and poor people who came with their families to receive food;
, incidentally completed the most basic neighborhood household registration clearing and registration work.
Occasionally, some of them were gang members or criminals with criminal offenses, and were identified and arrested on the spot, causing a lot of uproar. At the same time, there were also some who lacked identification documents.
There were no people sponsored by multiple neighbors who were taken away.
In the midst of this commotion, the fugitive important officials of the dynasty, former members of the Imperial Council, Secretary General of the Finance Committee, Undersecretary to the Chancellor of Finance, senior members of the House of Honors, the Duke of Curzon, and Traveler Charles were also present.
In an inconspicuous building, I looked nervously at the chaotic streets.
In fact, more than half a year before the Free Army attacked Seine City, he had already smelled something bad, and secretly arranged multiple safe houses/shelters between the lower city and the left and right banks, as well as to deal with
The cover identity for the inspection was genuine from the household registration office of the city hall.
Even the identity record and description of the homeowner's appearance were as close as possible to him and his family members. Therefore, he was able to escape from his home in disguise as soon as the Free Army began to attack the city.
Mansion, and hid here with his wife and servants.
Therefore, on the surface at this moment, he is just a citizen who has some relationship with an official of the Building Department of the city hall and relies on the business of agency building leasing, with a small amount of savings and a wealthy family. The family servants he brought with him
, and naturally became relatives and tenants.
Relying on these manpower, they not only resisted the attacks and robberies from gangsters and idlers from nearby neighborhoods who initially tried to break in; they also relied on taking in many elderly, weak, women and children from the neighborhood who had fled here, and were able to deal with them several times. Representatives from the neighborhood
door-to-door inquiries and inspections,
However, when the neighborhood representatives came to mobilize the young and middle-aged people in the family, as well as all the old and weak who could walk, to go to the intersection to receive the daily rations of food, the disguise he tried so hard to maintain almost became unsustainable. Because of his wife Xia
Lott actually wanted to take the opportunity to go out.
Then, his de facto lover and public secretary Marie, the daughter of the Marquis Léolan, who was almost sent to a convent; showed signs of retching suspected of being pregnant. Then when he covered it up in front of Charlotte, it happened to cause him to be
A nun took note and was willing to help.
And Aunt Agnes, who he had been trying to protect from getting married, was also unable to stop at this time; the change in the environment actually caused a fever, and he could only temporarily isolate her on the top floor. But what worried him even more
It was another lover, Lola de Beauvin.
The daughter of a banker who conspired with him to indirectly murder her biological father, Baron Beauvain, categorically rejected his secret plan for a refuge; instead, she returned to the family manor outside the city with her nominal husband and a personal escort.
Went in. I don’t know what the situation is now.
In addition, his lover Laura, who was sent to the south to give birth, and his sister and their children, who were entrusted to him to take care of before leaving, also lost contact for several days during the transfer process in the city. This series of troubles is like
Huge boulders were building up in his heart all the time.
This also caused this young nobleman who was once handsome and handsome to have a few gray hairs appear in a short period of time, and became more and more vicissitudes of life...