Chapter 449

"I have been working so hard for only two copper coins. I can do my best to repay the general by firing two arrows at the battle."

Many people thought this way. After seeing the enemy's heavy cavalry charging, they were so scared that they immediately began to retreat.

It sounds good to say that they are retreating. Their current disorganized and undisciplined situation can only be regarded as a rout.

Garibaldi looked at the situation of the defeat and felt regretful.

If he had not promoted Martin, there would not be so many disgusting things.

But now, the front line can no longer hold up, and the most urgent thing is to escape.

Thinking of this, Garibaldi shouted loudly: "Adjutant, you are now responsible for holding the front line and covering my retreat!"

But no one responded to him.

"Adjutant!?" Garibaldi shouted a few more times, and then he suddenly remembered that the adjutant seemed to be responsible for delivering food to Martin before.

Now that Martin has escaped, it means that the adjutant...

In desperation, Garibaldi led the guards around him to retreat first. The Naples army, which lost its supreme commander, was defeated and could not resist the Antica army for long.

At this moment, Garibaldi's adjutant was trembling with his legs, looking at Wirtz standing in front of him, his teeth were still chattering.

"That... Mr. Wirtz, no... Brother Wirtz, Grandpa Wirtz, let's talk it out..."

There was no way. Now Wirtz had rested for a while and recovered his strength. He still had a long sword in his hand, while the adjutant had his hands tied behind his back on the chair and dared not move.

"Oh, now you realize who is the boss?" Wirtz said this and laughed out loud.

"Come, take a look. I have so many scars, big and small. How many of them were caused by you?"

"This... this is not my problem... I was forced to do this. The general asked me to do this..."

"You are bringing up your general again, right?" Wirtz said, put down his sword, and punched the adjutant in the face.

The thin adjutant was knocked to the ground with the chair after taking this punch.

"Grandpa Wirtz, please, if beating me makes you feel better, then punch me a few more times, and it's best to vent your anger on me."

The adjutant almost said this in a pleading tone.

"Oh, you are afraid of death too? I saw that you seemed to be very arrogant when you were interrogating me?"

As he said this, Wirtz kicked the adjutant's stomach several times again, and kicked the adjutant to the side of a soldier's body. He curled up and trembled, and then stopped temporarily.

It was impossible to end this matter like this, which would be too easy for this adjutant who relied on others for power.

Just when Wirtz took a break and was about to attack again, the adjutant saw this opportunity, pulled out a sabre from the soldier next to him, and used the blade of the sabre to grind a hole in his rope.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Wirtz saw the adjutant's body squirming up and down, and felt something was wrong. Then he hurried forward to stop the adjutant's behavior, but the other party had already cut the rope at this time and quickly rolled to avoid Wirtz's attack.

"Go to hell!" The adjutant threw the stool at Wirtz, causing the latter to stagger. Then, he threw Wirtz to the ground, sat on him, and strangled his neck.

"Die!" The adjutant said this with all his strength, wanting to strangle Wirtz to death, but he had been away from the battlefield for a long time and his body was very thin. Even though Wirtz was injured at this moment, he could still use all his strength to strangle his hands on the adjutant's thin neck.

"The damned one... it's you..." Wirtz squeezed out these words from his throat, then widened his eyes and strangled the adjutant's neck with all his strength.

The two men confronted each other like this, and finally, Wirtz felt the pressure on his neck suddenly reduced, and then the adjutant's body fell softly to the ground, completely losing his voice.

Wirtz lay on the ground, looking at the sky.

He was not feeling well at the moment, as if there were stars in the sky in front of him. The relief of surviving the disaster made him feel light all over, as if he would rise from the sky in the next second.

However, revenge should be nothing more gratifying than this.

...

The battle lasted until the next day.

After the base camp was breached, the Naples army's defense line in Florence collapsed instantly. In this battle, Naples invested 100,000 troops, but only less than 10,000 returned in the end.

In Romulus City, Giovanni looked at Garibaldi standing in front of him, bowing his head and keeping silent, and sighed helplessly.

"General Garibaldi, I know that the defeat is not your fault. The enemy is too cunning and used a divisive strategy."

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Excellency the Duke. I beg Your Excellency the Duke to allocate another army to me. I will definitely make amends for my crime!"

"That's not necessary. The Duke's territory doesn't have many soldiers ready to fight. After the fall of the rich land in the north, the land in the south is mostly farmland and pastures. We only need to defend the city of Romulus. However, all this should have nothing to do with you."

"Your Majesty the Duke, do you want to dismiss me from my post? No, Your Majesty the Duke, I have served in the army for so many years and I have lost this battle. There is no credit but hard work." After hearing Giovanni's words, Garibaldi Feeling bad, he immediately knelt down and began to plead with himself.

But Giovanni just shook his head.

"Nothing, General Garibaldi, don't I know your status in the army? It's just that we lost this battle so miserably. It seems that the losses caused to the enemy were only a fraction of ours, right? This kind of Can't you let me take the blame?"

"...I understand." Garibaldi nodded. He knew that no matter how much he begged for mercy, he would definitely not be able to keep his position in the army. But fortunately, he had made a lot of money in the army and would retire next. Life will definitely not be bad.

It just so happened that after leaving the army, I could live a stable life.

"Then, Donny, send General Garibaldi back." Giovanni said, calling his son Donny over.

"I understand, Father." Downey walked over from the side and nodded politely towards Garibaldi.

"General, please come this way."

"Yes." Garibaldi nodded. He knew that this might be the last time he came to the Duke's Palace. He turned back, took a closer look at the carved decorations of the Duke's Palace, and finally nodded and left.

Sitting in the carriage, Garibaldi looked at Downey in front of him, as if he was eager to relieve his embarrassment, and he quickly excused himself.

"Master Tangny, you may not believe it, but that Li Te is really a scary kid. He can play with people's hearts. Do you know, his alienation plan..."

Downey smiled the whole time and waited until Garibaldi arrived at his home.

Opening the door to his home, Garibaldi was stunned for a moment.

"General, what are you doing standing there at the door? This is your home. Come in quickly?" Downey said with a smile.

"..." Garibaldi turned to look at Downey, stared into his eyes for a long time, and then said tremblingly:

"Who...who did this? You?! Donnie! Is it you!!!!"

He yelled out, as if he wanted to use this to cheer himself up.

But Downey was not frightened by him. He just looked at Garibaldi quietly and waited until he finished speaking before speaking with a smile: "General Garibaldi, don't forget, my father said before that the battle failed. You need to find someone to bear the blame, and you are the best person to bear it, right? "

"No...impossible. It's impossible for the Duke to do this. Donny, are you overstepping your authority? I've been working for the Duke for so long. I follow all the Duke's orders word for word. It's impossible for him to want to harm me. It's impossible... …”

"Why is it impossible? General Garibaldi, it is because you have always listened to your father that your father believed in you. Now that your father wants you to die, will you choose to do so and become a loyal minister, or will you choose to betray your father and become a traitor? "What about being executed?"

After listening to Donnie's words, Garibaldi could no longer hold on. He knelt down, losing the airs of the previous general.

"Master Downey... No, Master Downey, I beg you, you have already killed my family, please let me go... Please, I have done my duty for Napoli for so many years. Credit also comes with hard work, I just want to survive..."

"General Garibaldi, I feel that sometimes I am really similar to you, which really disgusts me." Downey said, and then asked: "Then, let me ask you a question?"

"What's the question? Mr. Danny, just ask."

"Compared to me and Liteuk, who is more terrifying now?"

"You...are you, Mr. Downey!"

"But I don't like the word horror." Danny said, shaking his head.

Then, behind Garibaldi, a strong man suddenly jumped out and strangled his neck with a white cloth strip.

Garibaldi's fat body tried to resist, but it was all in vain.

Downey just stood in front of Garibaldi, watching his cheeks slowly turn red, and his thick limbs gradually lost their vitality from flapping randomly at the beginning.

Until there was no more life left.

"It's a pity that the old minister who worked hard for the dukedom finally ended up like this."

"Master Downey, do you want his body to be hung from the ceiling?" After strangling Garibaldi, the strong man raised his head and asked.

"Yeah." Danny nodded, walked into the house, and looked up at the hanging corpses on the ceiling. "Just put him...here. I remember this is his wife. They are reunited as husband and wife."

"It's so funny. One had a wife and kept going to nightclubs, and the other kept a man. These two are really a match made in heaven." Downey said this, mocking Garibaldi sarcastically.

"Finally, the fabricated news is that General Garibaldi committed suicide due to negligence in the war and took his whole family with him to be buried. Well, this news should be able to shock the entire Romulus."

Saying this, Donnie couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, father, you really understand your son very well."

…

One day later, Giovanni was sitting in the living room, watching today's news. When he saw the biggest column, he let out a cold snort.

"Who taught you to do that, Donnie?"

"Isn't it you, father? If you hadn't taught me these contents, how could I have brought them out at this time?"

"You did a good job, but you were a little too arbitrary. Why did you kill his whole family?"

"Are you going to leave one or two bastards to wait for us to settle accounts later? Father, you told me before that we should not leave any of those we don't like."

"I did tell you that." Giovanni nodded after hearing this.

During the conversation between the two, their faces were always quite calm. Even when the topic was about killing a whole family, it was still like a common daily topic, and they even laughed occasionally.

...

In Florence, after Antica's army took over the city, they still fulfilled their promise and quickly restored the administrative and security system of Florence with the original team. The soldiers were also allowed to take a vacation in Florence.

"What do you mean, I'm not wrong, we won't break our promise, at least until Napoli changes its owner, it will remain like this." Standing on the city wall, Litt took Virgil and Martin to patrol the city.

The soldiers had strict military discipline. After entering the city, they did not bully men and women just because they were soldiers. Instead, they used the military pay to shop legally.

Everything was in order. Even the curfew system implemented during the siege was cancelled. Florence regained its former vitality.

Martin, who grew up here, was naturally very happy to see the city like this.

"It's really good. I hope you can always stick to this idea in the future."

"Just ask about their actions, not their hearts." Litt said. "I don't know what the future lord will do here, but under our current ruling principles, your people and the people you protect are all protected, aren't they?"

"Yeah." Martin nodded.

At this time, he saw a flower shop and stopped here.

At the door of the flower shop, a young girl was standing at the door selling flowers, but for some reason, the girl didn't have much smile on her face, but seemed to have something on her mind.

"What's wrong?" Litt looked at Martin and asked curiously.

"I...maybe I need to deal with something, so I can't patrol the public security with you guys."

"It's okay, it must be something very important to you, right? Go quickly." Litt said this with a smile.

"Thank you very much." After Martin thanked him, he walked down a staircase on the city wall and quickly ran to the location of the flower shop.

...

It was a few days ago that the news of the defeat on the front line was received.

When the Antica army took over here at the beginning, the whole city was in panic. Although there were rumors that their army would not disturb the people, these were all rumors and could not be true. No one dared to go to the streets at will. If they really disturbed the people at that time, they would suffer.

But as officials began to notify door to door the next day that they could resume normal economic life, everyone reacted.

There was no military parade, no curfew, and the fall of Florence was not felt by ordinary people at all.

Although some families did lose their children, there was no way to avoid it. How could there be no death in war? Soldiers died on the battlefield, there was no way to avoid it.

In the past few days, everyone around Judith showed a smile, only Judith herself has been frowning.

There has been no news about Martin.

Although soldiers passed by her flower shop these days, when she asked about Martin's name, these Antica soldiers did not know it.

Therefore, although it is a good thing to resume business, Judith is not happy.

"Alas, Martin, you big liar, you clearly promised me that you would come back, now the war is over, where are you..." Judith muttered softly, and at this moment, her eyes went dark.

"Hello, are you here to buy flowers? We have violets, the city flower of Florence, all grown in our own garden, and the fragrance of the flowers can last for a whole week!"

Judith shouted familiarly, but when she saw the person in front of her, she was stunned.

Standing in front of her was the person she had been thinking about day and night.

The iconic smile on her face also froze, and her eyes became wet.

"Judith, I'm back, I didn't... lie."

After hearing what the other person said, Judith couldn't hold back any longer and threw herself into the other person's arms.

Violets fell from the sky, and the two people hugging each other at this moment formed a beautiful landscape painting.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Standing in the distance, Litt looked at the two people hugging each other and sighed.