Chapter 455： Battle of Naples Forest Castle

Chapter 455 Battle of Nabil Forest Castle

Anlong United Kingdom.

The capital of the Principality of Yaco, Netmoni.

In the magnificent palace, King Tihamoir was sitting on a high throne. He touched the armrests inlaid with gold and gemstones, but he was not in the relaxed and joyful mood of the past.

The beautiful queen looked at her husband with worried eyes. During this period of time, her husband's hair turned gray a lot, and his face often showed depression and despair inadvertently, which made the queen feel extremely uneasy.

"King, the Principality of Xie Luoer has surrendered, and they sent envoys to persuade... to persuade you to surrender."

Below the throne, a courtier in a purple dress and a dark green melon cap bent his waist ninety degrees and said in a deep voice.

"Shameless!"

"Shameless bastard!"

"Has the royal family of Petar degenerated into lackeys of the empire?! When they swore an alliance together and established the United Kingdom, they were not this disgusting and groveling look!"

"Drive their envoys back! Our territory cannot be contaminated by the breath of these guys, it is really disgusting!"

On both sides of the palace hall, many nobles scolded.

Their gestures are quite vigorous, their fists are clenched tightly, and their expressions are ferocious, and it seems that some kind of anger is naturally revealed between fear and tension... I don't know if it is anger at the betrayal of their allies, or because of the cowardice deep in their hearts And angry.

King Yaco didn't answer, he grabbed the armrest with all his strength, his veins bulged, and his eyes swept across the seat under his left hand calmly, where there were five exquisite chairs.

These chairs are specially reserved for the saints enshrined in the Principality of Yaco, but at this moment, there is only one figure sitting on it, and the rest are empty.

Tihamoyle sighed secretly.

"Your Majesty Ibrain, what's your opinion on Yake's current situation? I want to hear your opinion..."

He tried his best to calm down his tone, so as not to let others see his nervousness.

Ibrain wears pearl ornaments on his head, and his short gray hair looks quite mysterious and elegant under the decoration of these pearls. If Chen Lun were here, he would be able to recognize that the incarnation he once fought against on the high wall of Hercule's bridgehead came from this saint.

He turned his head slowly, glanced at the high-ranking King Yaco, and just shook his head.

"Your Majesty Tiha, forgive me for being powerless."

As soon as these words came out, the king's heart sank suddenly.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt extremely disappointed at this moment.

All the nobles in the palace were also instantly silent. No matter how angry they were before, now they are only left with despair. The calm words from the saint's crown seemed to pronounce the darkest ending for their future.

"The strength of the Trisul Empire cannot be summed up in any words... From the very beginning, it was a wrong decision to go to war. I have reminded you before."

Ibrain got up from the chair and sighed softly.

"With all due respect, when the Red Apple Church fell, everything was already doomed, and even I couldn't reverse it... Even if there were no various border frictions, there would be an 'assassination' scene directed and performed by the Sun Prince, and even The 'fuse' secretly ignited by the Rose Royal Family... the Principality of Yake, and even the United Kingdom of Anlong, are too weak after all."

His words echoed softly in the hall, like an ice pick, piercing the hearts of everyone.

No one dared to refute him, perhaps, they also silently agreed with these words.

Ibrain looked around the palace for a week, and finally looked at the high-ranking king and queen.

"Your Majesty Tiha, I'm a little tired. I want to let go of the burdens related to the war... Unknowingly, thirteen years have passed, and the family's kindness has been repaid. I will leave after the war is over... But please rest assured, no matter what you accept No matter what happens, I will still fulfill my last promise to protect you and the direct blood of the royal family until the moment before I leave."

"Your Majesty Ibraim..."

King Yaco's expression tightened, and he even got up from the throne reflexively.

This last straw will also leave, making him deeply desperate.

Ibrain no longer looked at him, dragged his long silver-white skirt, and walked towards the outside of the palace until his back disappeared.

King Tiha sat down on the throne in a daze. The queen hurried over to show concern for her husband, but the king just shook his head and didn't speak.

I don't know how long this deadly atmosphere lasted.

A courtier in luxurious clothes suddenly ran up to the palace, and said to the king in surprise:

"Your Majesty, the request for help from the Kingdom of Beelzebub has been answered! They even sent envoys!"

King Yaco suddenly looked up, as if seeing the dawn, his eyes lit up.

"Please envoys come! Quick!"

Seeing this, the courtier who summoned him didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, so he turned around and left.

Not for a moment.

The man returned to the hall with a team of people.

This group of envoys was not many, only about a dozen people. The leader was a thin middle-aged man with a mustache and a dark red tight-fitting expensive cotton coat with some rose patterns printed on it.

The man came to the throne with his head held high, and bowed lightly.

He spoke with a strange ups and downs, which is slightly different from the common Trisul language, and seems to have a different accent:

"King of Yake, His Majesty Tihamoir, I am the leader of the Rose Messenger, Ulbert... At the request of the Rose King, I come to help you."

"Envoy Ulbert, welcome to your arrival."

King Yaco opened his arms with a smile on his face, and he didn't see the previous depression... Maybe he covered it up well, or the arrival of the messenger made him see hope.

"On behalf of Yake and all the people of Anlong, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the Rose King!"

Ulbert raised his mustache and smiled slightly.

Afterwards, King Yaco enthusiastically asked his attendants to move chairs for the messengers to sit down. This was a treatment that even the nobles in the palace did not have.

After a brief exchange between the two parties.

The king carefully asked Urbert's envoy about reinforcements.

Unexpectedly, the envoy smiled lightly, indicating that the Kingdom of Beelzebub did not plan to send troops.

"No... no army?!"

King Yaco was stunned.

He immediately guessed something, with a struggling expression on his face, but soon, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said hoarsely to the messenger:

"I see... Messenger Urbert, please convey to the great Rose King that the Principality of Aco is willing to surrender to the Kingdom of Beelzebub and become a part of the Rose Kingdom."

Everyone in the hall was startled, and then looked at the king in shock.

However, the king ignored these gazes and just looked lonely. He knew that this was the only way out for the Principality of Yaco... To be precise, it was the only way out for the royal family and the nobles present.

After all, becoming a vassal of the Beelzebub Kingdom may lose dignity, but it is better than being trampled by the imperial army and turning into dry bones. Even if the whole country surrenders, it will definitely not be their rulers who will survive in the end.

"Um…"

However, the envoy frowned, and after a short pause, he spoke:

"Oh, Your Majesty King Tihar, I think you seem to have misunderstood."

He glanced at everyone present with a half-smile.

"Although my king has no plans to send troops, we have prepared some powerful means to help the Principality of Yaco resist the attack of the imperial army."

"..."

King Tiha looked at the messenger quietly and fell silent.

It was not embarrassment, but at this moment, he finally understood the intention of the Rose Royal Family from the words of the other party... Beelzebub Kingdom will not accept their submission at all, but is willing to provide some so-called "help" and use them as guns. , pushed to the table to fight a war of attrition with the empire.

The other party has been uneasy from the very beginning. The Principality of Aco and even the entire United Kingdom of Anlong are just pawns in the game between the two great powers.

Tihamoyer suppressed the grief and indignation in his heart, squeezed out a smile and said:

"In this case, I am really grateful to His Majesty the Rose King for his mercy and willingness to support the Principality of Yake..."

"Your Majesty Tiha, my king once said that Anlong, a neighboring country of Beelzebub, should help each other to resist the cruelty and cruelty of the Trisur Empire... Helping you is also helping us."

The messenger smiled.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but King Tiha always felt that there was pride and sarcasm hidden in this smile. But he had no choice but to grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

During the subsequent communication, the envoy group headed by Urbert discussed the next strategic deployment with King Yaco... However, His Majesty the King seemed quite tired and weakly responded to various arrangements.

"...Your Majesty Tiha, the most critical fortress in the Principality of Yaco is the Nabil Forest Castle. Once this place is breached by the imperial army, the whole battle will be hopeless..."

The eerie accent of Ulbert's envoy echoed in the king's palace.

King Yaco supported his head with his hands, and spit out words from his throat:

"According to the messenger's opinion, what should we do?"

"Nature by the means we bring..."

The messenger casually described the plan.

After King Yaco finished listening, he fell into a long silence, and all the nobles who were watching had complicated expressions on their faces.

Finally, the king nodded heavily and uttered a word:

"good…"

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After a few days.

It is a forest area more than 700 kilometers away from the capital of Natmani.

In front of Nabil Forest Castle.

In a shallow stream, tree stumps fell in all directions, and some large stones dropped at random filled it up. Not far away, the army of the Imperial Army was approaching like clouds before the heavy rain.

The guards of Anlong on the castle looked tense, as if they were facing a big enemy. The recruits looked at the army below the city, shaking violently as if they were infected with a disease, their legs were weak, and they forcibly supported the parapet to avoid falling to the ground. The veterans sat on the ground with their backs against wooden barrels or ammunition boxes, smoking cigarettes with their heads bowed. Only the hands that kept rubbing the butts of their guns trembled slightly, revealing that their hearts were not at peace.

Soon, it was evening.

When the sky was getting dark, a loud horn sounded across the forest, startling a large number of birds.

Woo—

Immediately afterwards, there was a unison shout that resounded through the universe.

"Imperial Army, charge!"

Accompanied by sharp whistles, the imperial army began to charge. The deafening sound waves and the galloping footsteps of tens of thousands of horses made the defenders on the castle seem to have hallucinations. The surrounding environment was like their own violently beating heart, constantly shaking.

I don’t know how many castle defenders were stunned at this moment, the voice in their ears seemed to be gradually moving away, and their blood was frozen as if they were in a world of ice and snow.

They were overwhelmed by the power of the imperial army, and it was difficult for them to raise even the slightest desire to resist.

Roll, roll, roll!

The sound of heavy rolling wheels sounded from behind the battlefield.

A giant catapult with a height of more than ten meters was pushed to the front line by a small group of imperial troops. Its structure is full of beauty, with square iron sheets clinging to its surface, like scales on cold-blooded animals. The main parts are linked and supported by rivets and gears.

At the base, there are even steam boilers and giant leaf springs, which look like retro siege equipment combined with the product of "modern" black technology.

Chen Lun had already got off the carriage, and stood at the rear watching the catapult. He knew in his heart that the reason why the Imperial Extraordinary Workshop chose to develop this old-fashioned siege equipment was because of a special shell!

Its raw material is a precious ore called "Sun Stone". Once burned, it will generate terrifying high temperatures and spread wantonly! A "sun stone" the size of a fist can burn for more than ten hours, and its power is enough to burn several reinforced concrete buildings into ruins.

Conventional cannons cannot use shells made of "sun stone", because even steel will start to melt after being fired several times... Only equipment such as catapults can be disassembled for frequent use.

I saw a group of imperial troops carefully carrying the sealed wooden box, and took out the "golden yellow" cannonball wrapped in special oiled paper, with a jewel-like luster flowing on it, very eye-catching.

Under the command of the officers of the catapult brigade, in front of more than a dozen catapults, a soldier dripped some kind of gel liquid on the surface of the shells, and immediately asked the four soldiers operating the catapults to turn the joysticks and switches.

噢噌噌——!

Only heard a dull and loud noise, golden fireballs filled the sky, and fell to the walls of Nabil Forest Castle and the castle like a group of meteorites.

Suddenly, the intense fire light illuminated the sky.

Faint screams came and went, composing a purgatory tune. The stone city wall was gradually spread by the flames, and collapsed like weathered sand during the burning, and huge pits appeared one after another.

The defenders were stained with flames, and instantly turned into moving pillars of fire. After struggling to fall, they turned into fly ash after only a few breaths, leaving an unquenchable flame and a black shadow that seemed to be nothing in place.

"This is a one-sided massacre..."

Behind Chen Lun, all the hands who witnessed this scene expressed emotion, and Golov shook his head and muttered softly.

Chen Lun didn't speak, but just looked into the distance calmly.

Eyes reflect the burning flame.

He has long known the strength of the Imperial Army. Even in his previous life, defeats like the Battle of the Hercule Bridgehead were only a very small number of cases... The Western War was almost always flat.

"Don't take it lightly, this battle is not as simple as before, it is far from being as simple as it seems on the surface..."

Chen Lun held his silver cane and said without looking back.

The subordinates couldn't help but glance at each other when they heard what the head said.

As expected, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded above the head—

Boom!

Chen Lun's subordinates and the soldiers on both sides on the battlefield were immediately attracted by the sound, and when they looked up, a swirling dark red cloud gathered over the Nabil Forest Castle, and a strange flash of light flashed inside. Blue-purple electric glow.

patter...

Immediately afterwards, blood rained from the sky.

The line of sight is shrouded in red mist, and this place is like being in purgatory.

In the originally burning castle, the unquenchable flames thrown by the catapults were extinguished strangely, but the countless screams did not stop, but intensified, even more hysterical, full of madness...

"This rain is like the means of the Red Apple Church."

Floy held up a black umbrella for Chen Lun, and whispered behind him.

All the subordinates also held up their umbrellas, looking at the back of the leader in doubt, expecting him to answer for themselves and others.

"To be precise, it's the Rose Royal Family..."

Chen Lun spread out his hand and stretched out the umbrella, following the rain of blood from the sky.

There were endless sounds of barking, and the rain of blood dripped on his hands, and blue smoke came out, but his smooth and white palm was unscathed.

"It's like some kind of ceremony...some kind of ceremony, which is even more violent than the red disaster."

Chen Lun narrowed his eyes slightly on his calm face.

(end of this chapter)