Five Hundred and Twenty Nine Royals

"It turned out to be an unfinished god puppet..." Hearing the hoarse voice, the leading officer became more interested: "Your Majesty will not see you... Maybe, tell me who you are first, and then I will consider whether you can see me." to whom."

"Me? I'm just a traitor." The incomplete body of the god puppet introduced himself coldly: "Even now, I don't even know if I'm alone... I used to have a name, a person full of sins. The name...Frundsberg, have you heard of it?"

"Frundsberg?" Hearing this name, the officer was obviously taken aback. It's a familiar name, but at the same time it feels very distant.

In Alan Hill, this name symbolizes betrayal. Frunzberg betrayed everything he was loyal to on the way to Alan Hill's rise, fled to the puppet empire, and became an enemy of Alan Hill.

Many troops have received orders to capture Frundsberg, and many people have even seen black-and-white photos taken by Frundsberg when he was working in Ireland Hill.

Now, it is really unexpected that this important criminal who is wanted by various troops has turned into such a downtrodden appearance.

"What about you yourself? You want to use such a puppet to trick us?" The leading officer had already put his hand on the gun and asked fiercely.

"My body has been killed... They tortured me... and turned me into what I am now..." Lying on the bed, Frundsberg smiled wryly, his voice full of desolation and vicissitudes: "I know My sins, and now I no longer imagine that I can be forgiven."

He wanted to swing his arm, but found that his arm was pierced by the chain, and he could only lift it a short distance, and the chain would rattle as soon as he moved: "However, even if I die, I won't let it go!" I should be beaten to death by you... Take me to see William, or to meet my old acquaintances, if they want to kill me, it's not too late for you to do it, right?"

"You really deserve to die, but you're right, it's too cheap for you to die here." The officer's hand hangs from the holster around his waist, and the hostility on his face has changed to a sneer: " Maybe you don't know it yet, but your brain can make me a fortune."

"No problem, if you send me back to Serris, before those who are willing to kill me... I think they will give you more benefits." Frundsberg's hoarse voice did not stop Next, he continued to the officer in front of him.

"Come on! Fix him! Find a transport helicopter! Send him to the inspection base in the Eternal Empire!" The officer nodded and ordered the soldiers around him to convey the order.

"Not sent directly to Serris?" A soldier asked in confusion.

"Perhaps he has some other conspiracy. It's not too late to let the technical department investigate clearly before making plans." The officer proudly glanced at the puppet body lying on the bed, unable to fight back, and continued to laugh: "Send him wherever he wants to go? How can there be such a good thing?"

Several soldiers hurried forward, regardless of whether Frundsberg was in danger or not, they began to wrap iron chains around the remnant body of the god puppet on the bed.

Soon, Frundsberg was chained like a steel mummy, and then he was carried out of the basement and onto a military helicopter flying to the rear.

...

"Thuk Thu!" In the bustling street, an Alan Hill soldier held an M4 assault rifle in his hand and fired fiercely at the counterattacking enemy troops.

The densely packed bullets hit the large shield held by the opponent, and sparks splashed on the front of these steel shields.

Some of the bullets missed the thick shields, while others hit the soldiers behind the shields, causing them to fall down screaming.

The enemy's phalanx was still advancing, but soon the phalanx formed by these soldiers fell apart under the fire of the 20mm cannon installed on the Alan Hill paratrooper armored vehicle.

Dense ammunition penetrated into the dense crowd, and those soldiers wearing heavy armor realized at this time that the life-saving armor on their bodies could not stop the enemy's bullets.

"Ah!" A soldier of the Kashyyyk Empire screamed and fell down, the blood stained the street and was trampled into a pie by his companions behind.

And the other soldier who stepped on him, before he had time to go any further, was also hit by the continuous bullets, clutching his chest and screaming, falling down in a pool of blood.

"I can't hold it anymore!" An officer stood behind the wall with a long sword in his hand, watching his soldiers flying blood and flesh, and shouted loudly to the general beside him: "A centurion, in the blink of an eye! Time is up! This is not fighting, this is sending soldiers to die!"

"Two streets behind you is the palace of our Kashyyyk Empire! You must stand firm here! You are not allowed to retreat!" The armor on the general's body shone with magical light, pointing at the city wall in the distance, Shouted loudly: "General Marco will lead the troops to take back the city gate! We can still hold our ground!"

"It's late! General! We're done!" the commander cried out in mourning when he saw that a brand new centurion he had just ordered to go up was smashed to pieces by the opponent's firepower in an instant.

His feet were covered with the corpses of young soldiers, and in front of him stood the last blood and bones of the empire. He felt that letting these people die here without any achievements, it would be better to raise their hands and surrender.

"We can still fight! Bastard! Surrender is not allowed! Do you understand? Stand firm until dark! No surrender of any kind is allowed!" The general grabbed the officer by the collar and threatened hysterically, "If you dare to put down your weapon! I'll kill you with my own hands!"

"Boom!" Behind them, a shell from a 155mm caliber howitzer fell in the originally resplendent Kashyyyk Imperial Palace.

The explosion immediately shook the surrounding buildings, and the magic tower, which symbolized the core power of the empire, was on the verge of falling, but it finally did not fall down and stood there stubbornly.

In the basement of the magic tower, sitting alone in a room, facing his queen and children, Harriet, the emperor of the Kashyyyk Empire, had an expression called despair written all over his face.

"The emperor of Alan Hill is an upstart. He doesn't understand basic etiquette and morality. He didn't give me a chance to surrender decently... So, I don't think you will have any dignity at all." He said to himself Talking to himself, while stroking his little son's hair with his hand.

"You are lucky. You were born in the magic empire and became a member of the royal family... You have enjoyed countless glory and wealth." He said while looking at the queen who had been crying into tears: "But...you are also unfortunate...born in this era...you can only die with me, a pathetic person."

"Where's brother?" The youngest princess raised her head, staring at her father with a pair of big eyes, and asked in a childish voice.

Hearing her daughter's question, the queen on the side cried even more heartbreakingly. A few hours ago, Alan Hill's paratroopers broke through the walls of the capital. The eldest prince of the Kashyyyk Empire, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, had already died in battle at that time.

His Royal Highness, who was dressed in silver helmet and silver armor, stood at the head of the city and watched the airborne troops of Alan Hill approach the city, and then was targeted by snipers.

The artillery fire called by the sniper immediately enveloped the city wall where the First Prince was, and then the body of the First Prince was brought down. Before the surrounding soldiers could cry, they saw the spectacular scene of the city wall being blown down by the artillery fire.

When the news reached the palace, the paratroopers of Alan Hill had already launched a fierce street battle with the remaining Royal Guards of the Kashyyyk Empire.

The life and death of Harriet's second son is uncertain at this moment, because he was ordered to guard the city walls in the other two directions, and lost contact because of the chaos.

"Your brothers have to fight for the country to the last moment... Since it is impossible to surrender decently, it can only fight with honor. This is the fate of Kashyyyk's royal family, which must be faced." Harriet sighed , opened his mouth and replied.

He doesn't need to care about these words now, whether his young daughter and son can understand. He's just saying something he wants to say, and it's best to finish it before he's ready to die.

So, he just said sentence by sentence, without paying any attention to the dust that fell on his head due to the explosion of the shells.

"Your Majesty! The city guards have lost contact! The city walls may have been captured..." A minister walked in and lowered his head to report: "Soon the walls of the imperial city may also fall, our troops have lost too much big."

"I know! I know!...Go down! Leave some space for me and the queen." Harriet waved his hand, not even bothering to give any new instructions.

He knew that no matter how he commanded or what order he gave, he could not change the current situation.

Soon, he was going to meet his ancestors—with dissatisfaction and disgrace. He is a sinner, a sinner who has no face to meet his ancestors.

Now, in his heart, he was already thinking about whether to use poison to end his life, or to use a sword to pierce his throat.

Before that, he had to kill the queen with his own hands and kill all his descendants—this was also his last decency, the last decency of the royal family of the Kashyyk Empire.

"I'm sorry! Honey." He looked at the queen who had been crying there all the time, and stretched out a hand to wipe the tears off her face first. But when he stretched out his hand, he found helplessly that no matter how he wiped it, he couldn't wipe it clean...