Release that Witch

"Your majesty, the road to the palace has been cleared, the city is yours!"

The iron axe squatted in front of Roland, and he looked excitedly.

The battle continued from yesterday until today morning. After breaking the city gate, the first army completed two major combat targets in only two hours to capture the inner palace and the eastern cathedral. The next step is to clear the enemy and completely extinguish Tiefko’s resistance.

Roland looked around and found that everyone had the same excitement on his face. Whether it was the first army soldier or the witch, the high spirits were about to overflow. If they haven't expressed their opinions, they may have already cheered up. After Tiefko was overthrown, even if he did not carry out the ceremony, he has become the king of the gray castle in their hearts.

However, his mood was unexpectedly calm.

This “grand capital” representing the center of the Grey Fortress does not resonate with him. He does not feel like returning to his homeland. In the eyes of Roland, this is just an ordinary city. The development priority is not as long as the long song fortress. The only meaning is that... the king of war has finally finished the farce, and he is also able to operate his own territory with peace of mind.

Of course, victory is a victory after all, especially a big victory. It is believed that the news of Wang Duyi will soon spread throughout the kingdom. His prestige and fame will be on a new level, which will be of great benefit to the next recruitment of talents and the promotion of reform. At this point, more than half of the spring offensive plan has been completed, and now only the South is left... Roland involuntarily casts his sights on the direction of the Dragon Ridge and the far south. That is where you really need to win.

He took a deep breath and interrupted his thoughts. He said, "We are in the city!"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the iron axe stood up respectfully, looking forward to the left-behind soldiers who had long waited for the road. "Two-way column, protect your new king, set off!"

The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted, "Long live the king of Wimbledon!"

"Long live the King!"

In the cheers of the first army, Roland walked down the warship and headed for the palace.

......

Passing through the gates, the streets are cold and clear, and there are almost no figures. The ground still has traces after the war. The closer it is to the palace.

Broken houses, uncleaned roadblocks, broken limbs and streaks of blood can be seen everywhere in the inner city. There is no doubt that the process of capturing the palace is short-lived, but it is still the most intense battle that the First Army has experienced since its establishment.

Looking at the wreckage on both sides of the street, Roland could not help but feel some distressed. The number of specific casualties has not yet been counted, but the number of the first army officers transported to the rear has exceeded 20, which is still the result of the timely rescue of Nana Va. . If there is no help from the little girl, this number will at least triple.

Stepping into the palace area, the soldiers stationed there were kneeling down on one knee, and the road leading to the palace was neatly full of two rows. This is very rare in the first army where military gifts have been popularized. Roland did not say anything to stop it. From their exhilarating expressions, it can be seen that these people did not greet themselves as a member of the army at the moment, but to pay tribute to the new king as the members of the Grey Fort.

Through the green garden, the scene in memory instantly coincides with everything around it. The three bluestone buildings are triangularly arranged around the water garden, forming the territory of the Wimbledon family for generations. On the left is the palace for banquets or ceremonies, but now it has been destroyed by a bomb, leaving only a few ten-strong pillars standing on the sky; on the right is the city hall and the library, which is currently being watched by the First Army. stand up.

In the middle is the most magnificent twin tower sanctuary, its structure is similar to the high-rise buildings of the later generations, the bottom is an oval three-story podium, the area is larger than the Bianbu town castle area; there is a bump on each side of the podium The towers of the tower are built into a crown shape, and the other is the crown of the crown, symbolizing the supremacy of the royal family of the Grey Fort. In the center of the two towers, two crossed iron cables are diagonally pulled to represent the double-gun pattern on the family emblem. No matter from the styling or design concept, it is an outstanding work that can be passed down to the world.

According to the instructions of those fragments in my mind, Roland stepped on more than a hundred curved steps and walked into the temple. This experience was wonderful. It was the first time I came here, but I recognized every house and every aisle. Among the halls, in addition to the soldiers armed with guns, there were a group of fearless aristocrats. When Roland appeared, everyone fell down and welcomed him in unison.

"Get up."

Roland sat down on the throne and looked down on everyone.

Among these nobles, he saw several familiar figures.

For example, Finance Minister Lauren Moore, Foreign Secretary Britt Felling, Legal Minister Pai, Intelligence Director Marshall, Prime Minister Wick Marquis and so on.

These people are courtiers who have worked for Wimbledon III, and some of them can even be traced back to the beginning of the Wimbledon family. When Tefco Wimbledon succeeded to the throne, these people all turned to the new king. Now, they obviously intend to continue to be loyal to themselves as usual.

Unfortunately, they don't need them.

This is not a court, but a trial.

"Tefico. Wimbledon is suspected of murdering the prince of Goron, rebelling against the insurgency, and colluding with the church. He has now been detained, and he is bound to be severely punished. Soon, his crimes will spread throughout the city and even the kingdom. Do you have anything to say?"

"These crimes are unforgivable. I have dissuaded him, but it has no effect." Marquis Wick took the lead and said, "You overthrew the cloud over the head of the Grey Fort, and squat."

The rest of the nobility should be in harmony.

"Is it?" Roland sneered and asked. "When he committed these great sins, are you standing by, or are you helping me? Don't tell me, you are just moving your mouth."

"This..." Marquis frowned. "You don't know. After Fei Keke took over the throne, he promoted a large number of cronies, such as Lan Li, Skar and Sir Morris, whether they were dispatching the Knights or forcing troops. It's not that we can manage it."

"Yeah, Your Majesty, please let me know."

"When he sent His Highness Goron to the guillotine, he even bypassed the trial court," Pao screamed and cried. "The performer is also a member of the Knights. I can't stop him."

"...So what happened in the past year has nothing to do with you, right?" Roland’s evaluation of these ministers fell a bit more than the assistants who worked for the king. It was better to say that they were abacus. The interest group is a tumor attached to the royal family. Perhaps at the beginning of the creation of the Grey Fort, the aristocratic ministers were indeed the king's right-hand man, but after a few hundred years, they have completely fallen into disarray. "In this case, let's play a game."

"Travel...play?" Everyone was exposed.

"A trial game called I asked you to answer," Roland swept the aristocrats present. "Lie is eliminated, remember... your chances are only once." (To be continued.)