Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

General Robert pursed his lips. He saw blood blooming in front of his eyes and saw the knight kneeling on the ground.

The old era was coming to an end after all. The knight took his spirit to the underground.

More people were unaware and had no extra feelings at all.

For ordinary soldiers, there was no time to think about it.

Soon, the gunshots ended.

Many soldiers were still looking at the bodies lying on the ground in a daze. They could not understand the meaning of this suicide for the time being.

General Robert was silent for a moment and walked forward in silence.

At the stairs, the knight leaned against the wall, and several holes in his chest were still bleeding.

At the moment before his death, the knight tried to turn his head to look at the stairs behind him. Perhaps he was waiting for something.

General Robert turned his head away and couldn't bear to look.

"General!!!"

The military staff pulled Robert back. He understood a knight's recognition of his kind, but this was not a reason for a general to take risks.

As the staff turned his head, a team of soldiers rushed up.

General Robert was just excited for a moment, and he was not impulsive when he was pulled.

Only with the continuous reports of safety did he walk step by step to the attic.

A group of noble relatives shivered and squatted in the corner, with soldiers pointing guns at them.

There were many pistols scattered on the ground, and Robert guessed that they should be dropped by the knights.

With his back to the stairs, there was a back figure sitting in a chair.

The other party looked down at the attic, wondering what he was thinking.

Robert did not move, looking at the other party coldly.

He could guess what happened here not long ago.

Now, he didn't care about the credit or anything else, he wanted to see the decision of the earl.

Count Bergen seemed to be awakened, slowly picked up the pistol on his leg, and then raised it... to his temple.

At this moment, everything in the past seemed to pass quickly.

Suddenly, the cold muzzle touched his skin, making him tilt his head slightly... too cold.

The index finger curled up. It was much easier to commit suicide now. Just pull the trigger to end everything and preserve the last dignity.

Count Bergen's hands were shaking. The fear before death was not so easy to overcome.

One minute... Two minutes...

The mockery in Robert's eyes was no longer concealed. He just watched and even waved his hand to stop other soldiers.

Finally, it seemed that he was a little tired of holding his hand, and it fell down weakly, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Bang!

The trigger of the gun was accidentally triggered and it fired.

Unfortunately, no one was hit.

The awakened soldier instinctively rushed over and threw the earl to the ground.

Count Bergen finally woke up from his hesitation and resisted subconsciously.

"Untouchables! Let me go."

But the rude soldier didn't care about the earl or not. The butt of the gun was directly pressed on his chin and the leather shoes stepped on his shoulders.

Robert walked a few steps to him, bent down and picked up the pistol.

"Coward, pity those knights."

He felt the same and knew the feeling of being betrayed.

He raised the pistol and pointed it at the earl's head.

Pah pah pah!

After firing all the bullets in one breath and throwing them on the ground, Robert suddenly felt bored.

The staff officer rushed over: "General, calm down."

"If I'm not calm, I would have shot him directly."

Robert's gun was off by an inch just now, so all the bullets hit the floor.

Of course he wanted to vent his anger, but unfortunately this credit was not only needed by himself, but so many of his men couldn't work in vain.

It was impulsive to give Earl Bergen the opportunity to commit suicide before, and he couldn't be willful anymore.

The lady's screams had stopped, and the child's crying was still twitching.

General Robert looked at these so-called nobles coldly, and finally understood why such people ended.

"Only the Duke is the right person, and this world should be reshaped."

The battle was over, and large numbers of soldiers surrendered with rifles raised.

With this attic as the center, there were kneeling soldiers surrendering.

The irony was that only the knight's body was still bleeding.

The cameraman accompanying the army framed all this in the photo frame, and the traces left by the knight would eventually be remembered.

Earl Bergen was still screaming loudly, shouting that he wanted to see Derek and demanded noble treatment.

As an earl, even if he was defeated, he could still ask for certain preferential treatment.

Preferential treatment for big men is one of the unspoken rules.

Because big men with decision-making power don't know if they will end up in the same situation one day.

So leave a way out.

People think they are stupid and leave so many loopholes in laws and rules, but they don't know that they have their own considerations.

The great and wise Earl Bergen is dead, and his past was buried when the gunshots rang out.

Now only the lonely souls are alive.

He knew that what awaited him should be imprisonment, and he still had a lot of secrets and wealth in his hands.

Even if he spent the rest of his life in prison, he was willing.

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The morning sun continued to rise, and it would not stop because of the death of a certain person.

Personal persistence, in fact, has no meaning when magnified.

Derek looked at the photo in his hand and fell into silence.

He had seen so much that it was difficult for anything to touch his heart.

But there are some fools in the world who can touch people's hearts.

In the black and white photo, the scattered bodies of the knights are very desolate.

Some people were lying on the ground in a mess, some were trying to half-kneel, and some were leaning against the wall.

The glamorous knights looked miserable when their bodies were covered with holes.

"A bunch of idiots," Derek turned the photo over, stood up and walked a few steps, then suddenly turned back and took the photo in his hand: "You still have some value, so you are lucky."

He tried to convince himself that promoting the loyalty of the enemy, being able to unite his subordinates and showing his magnanimity.

The Duke would not admit that he was a little... just a little touched.

And Count Bergen, he didn't even look at him, and directly ordered the man to be handed over to Count Chavez.

This is his promise, and he must fulfill it.

Count Bergen thought that his bargaining chip was actually not worth mentioning in Derek's eyes.

When you are rich, how can you covet a little gold and silver.

When you have the world in your heart, you will naturally not despise your promise.

Chavez saw the newspaper one step ahead, which reported the end of Count Bergen in a long article.

The photos, with a special report on the second page, shine with chivalry.

The black and white photos are not very clear, but he feels familiar with many people.

In this era, chivalry seems to have been far away, but I didn't expect that so many people are still practicing it.

"What a pity. The sun will rise tomorrow as usual. Is it necessary?"

For Count Bergen, he had another reason to die.

When Count Chavez appeared in front of him, Count Bergen did not realize that his end had come.

Instead, he was surprised. After all, he and Chavez were acquaintances. Did this represent the goodwill of the Northern Principality?