What should be done about this, what can be done... If you ask this kind of question, it is basically equivalent to saying: "I don't have anything special to do!"
Things are so bizarre, and the King of Gemelin seems to have no good solution now.
He wanted to rely on Cyric, but Cyric's latest reinforcements are probably still loading in neighboring countries and waiting for transportation.
He hoped to have peace talks with the Datang Group and the Leyte Kingdom, but now it seems that the Datang Group doesn't want to sit down and talk with him.
"Your Majesty, now we should at least defend the royal city! This is the only thing we can do." The prime minister walked to the king's side with an ugly face and suggested: "If we can't defend this place, everything we talk about will be in vain.
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"What you said makes sense! The troops must hold the city wall! As long as we can hold on here, there will be changes! The situation will develop in a direction that is beneficial to us!" The king nodded and agreed with this view.
He also saw that the Datang Group's attack must be thwarted before there can be any negotiation... If he loses the royal city, then the Datang Group does not need to negotiate with him.
In the same way, only after he defended the royal city and blocked the Datang Group's advance, could he have the opportunity to wait for Cyric's reinforcements and wait for changes.
"You! Go to the west gate in person! Command the troops there and hold on no matter what!" The king looked at the general in charge of the defense of the royal city and gritted his teeth.
After finishing speaking, he added: "There are 700 people stationed on each side of the city wall! Then, on the west side, the wall closest to the direction of the enemy's attack, I will give you another 300 people!"
This was all the troops he could get, and the total number was 3,100. As a result, there were only 100 soldiers left to guard the palace at most.
Although it was risky to do so, the king also knew that if he could not defend the city wall, or in other words, defend the outer defense line, his palace would definitely not be able to defend it either.
As the saying goes, there is no egg left after the nest is overturned. He was very clear about this truth, so he decided to at least defend the outer city, the palace, etc., which he would have to consider later.
As a result, on the frontal defense line, Gemelin's troops gathered at least 1,000 people, which was more or less capable of fighting.
However, among these 1,000 people, about 800 were armed with Cyric flintlock guns, and some were using cold weapons such as long swords.
There is no way...these are already pieced together weapons and equipment. Some people have never even practiced shooting. If you give them a musket, they won't be able to use it.
As a result, the general who had been strengthened by 300 people looked at his Majesty the King, nodded solemnly, and promised: "My subordinates will definitely hold on to the city! Fight to the last man!"
"Go!" The Gemelin king also nodded and waved to indicate that he could leave with some of his guards.
The general turned around and left without any delay. Soon, he led the guards all the way to the west side of the city wall. At this time, there happened to be soldiers guarding the city running down the city in a hurry.
"What's going on?" the general asked sharply, holding the revolver smuggled from a special channel on his waist.
The soldier panicked, looked back in the direction of the city, and then explained: "The enemy, the enemy is coming!"
Hearing the soldier's report, the general guarding the city felt his heart skip a beat and said something bad to himself.
He desperately rushed to the top of the city with his men in panic, hoping to take a look at the enemy's appearance.
When he reached the top of the city, he saw that the west city gate had been hit by a cannonball from an unknown source, raising a cloud of billowing dust.
"The city has been broken! The city gate has been breached!" A soldier abandoned his helmet and armor and rushed over in a panic. The general angrily pulled out his revolver and knocked the defeated soldier to the ground with one shot.
He raised his pistol and shouted loudly: "Whoever disturbs the morale of the army again or retreats from the battle! Kill! Get back!"
The more than 300 palace guards who followed him all the way were well equipped. They all had Cyric flintlocks, and they had practiced several times on weekdays. At this time, they all picked up their weapons.
They pointed their bayonet-mounted guns at the already disorganized defenders, and for a time they really calmed down the scene.
Soon, an officer pushed through the crowd and came to the general. He pointed behind him and said: "General! The enemy shelled the city gate and asked a prisoner to bring this...
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As he spoke, he handed a letter to the general who came to command the defense of the city: "They have cannons, we can't defend them."
In fact, there are cannons in the royal city, but the cannons on the top of these cities are muzzle-loading cannons, and they have not been refurbished for many years.
Originally, although these cannons were not considered advanced, due to their large caliber and sufficient tonnage, they were not far behind the times two years ago.
In the face of possible enemy field artillery siege situations, these cannons can more or less serve as a deterrent.
But now, in the face of the mortars manufactured by the Datang Group as a secret weapon, which are elusive and have an absolute advantage in range, these muzzle-loading guns seem outdated.
Their range and accuracy are very poor, and their power is also insufficient. When facing mortars, they have almost no power to fight back.
The general took the letter of persuasion to surrender, spread it out and looked at it, and his expression became bright. There was only one sentence written on the letter: The deadline is 10 minutes, and anyone who does not surrender will be killed.
He really wanted to sneer at the surrender letter and throw it out, step on it under his feet and sneer fiercely, and then put on a righteous and awe-inspiring look.
But his hands shook slightly, but in the end he didn't have the courage to let go of his fingers. He looked at the defeated soldier lying on the ground who had been killed by a headshot he just shot, and suddenly felt that this unlucky soldier was dead.
A bit unfair.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It’s a pity that he has no intention of helping the other party to redress his grievances. After all, he still needs some face.
Everyone knows that this battle is not going to be easy to fight. If you lose the royal city, will you really live and die with the city wall and risk your own life?
I have a beautiful wife and concubine at home, and a lot of gold coins and land deeds... I don't know which bastard will be better off if I die.
If you think about it carefully, it is better to surrender, save your own life, and then become a rich man with peace of mind...
So, he looked at the officer who was originally stationed on the city and asked: "Are you taking this letter...to go to...the palace?"
The officer was not sure what the general meant, so he explained vaguely: "My subordinates are preparing to report to their superiors..."
"This city wall that has been repaired for a hundred years... is a pity..." The general looked at the city wall that had been destroyed by cannonballs and said with emotion: "It was destroyed in one day..."
"How about...we...surrender?" The officer saw that the general was hesitant. For the sake of his own future, he tentatively asked.
"Well..." The general didn't know whether he sighed or agreed, he responded vaguely, but this sound was definitely meaningful at the moment.
The officer immediately understood, approached the general, lowered his voice and said: "I just sent someone there... The other party promised not to harm our family, and the house, manor, family and servants will be left to us...
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Hearing what the officer said, the general looked better and nodded: "I don't know if any of the people I brought here are close to the king... Do you have any ideas?"
"Don't worry, General... The people behind me are all smart people who are willing to surrender." The officer gestured behind him, and many soldiers raised their guns and faintly confronted the palace guards brought by the general.
stand up.
Seeing that the atmosphere was very tense, the general immediately shouted to the guards behind him: "The enemy troops are coming fiercely today. Considering everyone's lives, I decided to surrender the city... If you are willing to fight, I will not leave you alone, so leave quickly!"
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In fact, after saying this at this time, these palace guards had no choice. Even if they left, they would not have the courage to continue fighting without the barrier of the city wall.
However, there were still seventeen or eight people carrying weapons and taking advantage of the chaos to get off the city wall. They wanted to go back to the palace. Some of them went back to spread the news, while some were really determined to go back and fight to the end.
The remaining people put down their weapons, and a few minutes later, Beiling soldiers wearing M35 helmets climbed to the top of the city and entered the royal city of Gemelin.
The king's flag symbolizing the Kingdom of Gemelin was thrown down from the top of the city, and a wolf flag symbolizing Beiling was raised. The Beiling troops watching the soldiers guarding the city immediately cheered: "Beiling
Long live!"
"Long live Count Alice!" Other soldiers, holding 98K rifles, shouted with a smile, and the entire Gemelin royal city seemed to be trembling in the cheers.
The local civilians were so frightened that they closed their doors and windows, and many streets were deserted. Some civilians who had just learned that the enemy had invaded the royal city could not help but burst into tears.
In the Gemelin Palace, the king heard the sound of artillery fire that had previously threatened the soldiers guarding the city. He walked nervously in front of his throne, looking in the direction of the sound of artillery from time to time, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
Finally, a soldier carrying a gun stumbled in, startling all the ministers present.
Originally, soldiers were not allowed to enter this place with guns, but the situation was obviously chaotic and no one was restraining such things.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The West Gate has surrendered! Surrendered!" As soon as the soldier came in, he shouted a voice that made everyone's legs weak.
All the ministers were stunned on the spot. The hall where there had been a lot of discussion before suddenly became extremely quiet. Even a pin dropping on the ground seemed to be clearly heard.
Bang! King Gemelin, whose eyes were blank, fell to the stone floor in front of the throne.
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