dognovel Chapter 463: Can We Reconcile?
Chapter 463: Can We Reconcile?
In the summer of 1458, the weather had already warmed up, even becoming a little hot, but the residents of the imperial capital had to begin evacuating the capital under the midday sun.
A week ago, there were rumors that the Mitlander army had reached the Governorate of Cottbus in the south of the imperial capital. The local governor abandoned the city and fled, and the Mitlander army occupied it without bloodshed.
Panic spread like a plague through the streets and alleys of the imperial capital. People hurriedly packed their bags, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Men, women, young and old were running on the streets.
Women were holding their children, while men were carrying heavy boxes containing their belongings and hopes. Dust was flying in the sun, mixed with the shouts of people and the neighing of horses, a chaotic scene.
The children were crying in the crowd, but were yelled at by the adults to leave quickly.
Some nobles hurriedly left the imperial capital in carriages, carrying large amounts of gold, silver and treasures, surrounded by guards.
Ordinary civilians could only walk out of the city with their families, helplessness written all over their faces.
"Oh my God, what should I do?"
An old woman sat on the steps by the street, tears welling up in her eyes.
Her children were packing their clothes, preparing to leave.
She looked at the chaotic scene, her heart filled with despair.
"I have lived here all my life and never thought that there would be such a day. What happened to the Empire?"
Inside the palace, servants were loading a large number of royal items into boxes, which were then carried onto carriages outside the palace.
The exquisite porcelain, gorgeous silk, and precious jewels were all hastily packed up.
Although the servants moved in a hurry, they were very careful not to damage any item.
The palace hall was in a mess. Ministers and court officials came and went, with anxiety and fear on their faces. They kept discussing the current situation, but they were powerless to do anything.
"With the news of the defeat on the front line and the upcoming arrival of the Midland army, everyone can see that the Yoda Empire under Ludwig's rule is about to collapse. Everyone, including the residents of the Imperial Capital, is holding their breath and watching the Yoda Empire go to hell in a basket."
An elderly minister said with a sigh.
"This is all Ludwig's fault. If he had been prepared earlier, this wouldn't have happened."
Another minister said angrily that at this time they no longer called Ludwig "His Majesty the Emperor" and that such a king of a fallen country no longer had dignity.
There were roars coming from the emperor's bedroom. Ludwig roared at the letters of help from all over the Yoda Empire on the table.
"Garbage, they are all a bunch of gamblers!"
Even the ministers in the hall could hear the sound, and they just sighed and hurriedly left the palace.
At this time, Ludwig in the bedroom was very angry. The governors he had appointed not only did not respond to his orders to support him, but now they could not even suppress the peasant uprising in their own territory.
Especially the Governor of Saxony, who was even assassinated in his own Governor's Palace, so that the local nobles hiding in the Saxon Woods regained power, declared the establishment of the Duchy of Saxony and directly became independent from the Yuda Empire.
"No, that's not how it ends."
Ludwig muttered to himself like crazy. He walked to the window and looked at the chaotic street outside, his heart filled with resentment and despair.
"As long as the troops that conquered Kusha return, the Mitlan army near the imperial capital will be easily defeated. Then we can order the governors to concentrate their forces to support the western border, and everything will be fine."
Ludwig clenched his fists tightly, as if this would make his thoughts come true.
Thinking of this, Ludwig knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, because he knew that this was impossible to achieve and everything would be over for him.
His empire, which he once believed to be the most powerful in the world, comparable to the Yoda Empire that had lasted for a thousand years, was now tottering in this war and on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. The garrison general guarding the imperial capital came in and was slightly stunned when he saw Ludwig's appearance, but he still did not salute and said directly:
"Your Majesty, the Mitlan army has reached the outskirts of the imperial capital. Do you want to evacuate the imperial capital or..."
"Get out of here! Let the army hold them back, hold them back!"
Ludwig roared, his eyes red with anger and fear.
The garrison general looked at Ludwig, shook his head helplessly, and said as he walked:
"What a lunatic."
As the sun sets, the entire sky is dyed a fiery red, as if nature had added a layer of blood to the impending war.
Against the backdrop of the flaming sky, John's army appeared in the sight of the defenders of the southern wall of the imperial capital like a steel torrent.
They marched with neat and heavy steps, their armor flashing cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun, their flags fluttering in the wind, and raising a cloud of dust wherever they passed.
Immediately, the alarm bells echoed in the sky of the imperial capital. However, the entire imperial capital was surprisingly quiet, and the streets were littered with items scattered by residents when they evacuated.
Occasionally a group of Yoda soldiers ran past in a hurry. Their figures looked so hasty in the sunset, as if something terrible was chasing them from behind.
"Artillery, prepare the artillery!"
After the army was lined up, the artillerymen acted quickly, pushing the artillery to the front with steady and powerful steps.
Each cannon was like a ferocious beast ready to strike, emitting a cold breath under the setting sun.
The artillerymen began to load the shells skillfully. They carefully placed the gunpowder and shells into the barrel, and then carefully checked every detail to ensure that there were no mistakes.
At this time, an unexpected scene appeared on the south wall. A basket woven with rattan was slowly lowered, and in the basket sat a Yoda officer holding a white flag.
The officer looked nervous and frightened, his hands tightly holding the white flag, his body trembling slightly.
However, as soon as he arrived at the front of the battle, several soldiers as ferocious as wolves and tigers rushed up and captured him.
Officer Yoda did not resist, but let the soldiers drag him into the combat tent.
When Officer Yoda was brought before the centurions, he saw a coffin placed in the center of the tent. The centurions were sitting on both sides with serious and indifferent expressions. They looked at Officer Yoda silently, as if they were examining an object that was about to be executed.
"If you have anything to say, say it now!"
A captain asked.
Officer Yoda swallowed, his voice trembling with nervousness.
He took a deep breath and said loudly:
"Your Majesty Ludwig... I want to ask if you can reconcile with him and give up the siege of the imperial capital!"