vstars Chapter 429 I go alone
Chapter 429 I go alone
Chapter 429 I'll Go Alone
Jules paced back and forth in front of the palace gate, his steps hurried, each step carrying tension and expectation. His figure kept swaying in front of the gate, and beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead.
Time passed slowly, and finally, the palace gate opened. Warren, the leader of the White Lion Knights, walked out with steady steps. Seeing this, Jules hurried forward and asked anxiously:
"Captain Warren, when will His Majesty send troops to support Franche-Comté? The situation over there is critical, and John's wife and two children are still there!"
Warren frowned slightly, looked at Jules, shook his head slowly and said:
"Your Majesty said that the armies of nobles from all over the country are gathering, and now is not the time to send troops. Let us, the Knights of the White Lion, be patient and wait for the right time to counterattack. Moreover, Earl Yuris also said that it is not suitable to attack now, so we will obey your Majesty's command in everything."
After hearing this, a trace of loss and helplessness flashed in Jules' eyes, and he turned around and walked home in a daze.
At this time, all the members of the Hohenzollern family in Windham were in Jules's home, anxiously waiting for news. As soon as Jules walked into the house, everyone immediately surrounded him.
Someone asked anxiously:
"Uncle Jules, what's the situation? When can His Majesty send troops to support Franche-Comté?"
Jules sighed slowly and said:
"His Majesty said that we should wait until the noble armies from all over the country have assembled. Earl Yuris also said that it is not suitable to attack now, so we should follow his arrangements."
After Jules told the king everything, everyone was very dissatisfied with the king's perfunctory answer. Some people even knocked on the table angrily and complained loudly:
"Still have to wait? How long do we have to wait?"
"I think he doesn't want to save him. Anyway, John's life or death is unknown now. After the Yoda people capture the Earl's Castle, the king can still repel the Yoda army that has suffered heavy losses, and then reap the benefits."
"Your Majesty will not be satisfied until all the nobles are killed in battle, right? If this continues, in a few years, there may not be many nobles who can lead troops into battle."
Everyone gathered around Yule, and anxiety filled the air. At this time, someone couldn't help but ask:
"So what should we do now? We can't just sit there and wait!"
Yule took a deep breath, looked around at everyone, and said slowly:
"Let's collect as much money as we can to hire a mercenary group. Let's try to stabilize the current situation. I will go back to the Knights and think of other solutions."
At this moment, Jules suddenly thought of something and asked loudly:
"Where is Orel?"
Someone nearby answered:
"It seems like they are collecting donations in a square somewhere."
Jules nodded:
"Okay, then let's do as I say and go home to collect money. Orel is also worried about him, so I will go back to the White Lion Knights' base and think of other ways."
After saying this, Jules turned around and left in a hurry.
In the middle of a square in Windham, Orel was shouting slogans in support of the Franche-Comté territory with great enthusiasm.
Orel's voice was high and passionate:
"Support Franche-Comté. The local soldiers and civilians are still fighting hard. Every copper coin you spend will play a role on the battlefield!"
His disciples responded in unison. They kept shouting passionate slogans, which echoed over the square and seemed to break through the sky. At the same time, they waved flags in support of the front line, which fluttered in the wind and attracted everyone's attention.
The citizens watching were either whispering to each other or looking thoughtful. They didn't have any real feelings about the war on the border. They only knew that Franche-Comté was far away and the enemy was coming. But prices have risen sharply recently, and their daily lives have been affected. Some smart people have realized that this time, the Yoda army is not just a small fight on the border, but a full-scale war.
After hesitating for a moment, many people stepped forward and threw their copper and silver coins into the box. Seeing this, the apprentice next to them thanked them enthusiastically and said:
"On behalf of the soldiers on the front line, thank you for your dedication."
After all, what these people put into the box was not a temporary donation, but a guarantee of life and death for the soldiers and civilians on the front line.
However, in this atmosphere full of love and determination, an inopportune voice suddenly sounded:
"Oh, I think it's useless to donate money now."
Everyone's eyes turned in unison, and they saw a young man in gorgeous and exquisite clothes, with a dandy air from head to toe, swaggering up to them, surrounded by a group of subordinates.
Orel frowned, feeling disgusted. This kind of dandy boy who made the common people hate and fear him was indeed a specialty in Wendam. He had seen many of them on weekdays, but at this moment he understood that the guy in front of him was probably planning to cause some trouble here.
The young man walked to the donation box and kicked it casually, causing the box to make a loud clang. Then he said loudly:
"I know that Franche-Comté is surrounded by Yoda's army and cannot be saved. I think this donation will be of no use."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Orel with contempt, and continued:
"You are being ridiculous. Those people from Franche-Comté are overestimating their own capabilities and confronting Yoda's army. This is like an egg hitting a stone!"
Orel's face suddenly turned gloomy. He stared at the young master closely, his eyes seemed to be on fire. But the young master didn't care at all and continued to mock:
"Then there is no hope for the Franche-Comté Territory. Donations now are just a waste of money. I think your so-called support is just deceiving yourselves!"
Orel was completely enraged. He strode forward, without even looking at his men, and slapped the young man hard on the face. The slap was so fast and hard that the young man's head tilted to one side. When he turned back, his face was full of fear.
Orel grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and angrily said:
"You said that donations are meaningless. I want to ask you, who were the people who fought against Yoda's army in the beginning? It was the Franche-Comté Territory! They knew that Yoda's army was powerful, but they still did not back down and resisted with their blood and lives."
"Did the Yodas capture the Earl's Castle? No! The Earl's Castle is still the guardian of Franche-Comté Territory, and it is the belief they uphold."
"Are the soldiers and civilians of Franche-Comté still fighting bloody battles? The answer is that they have always been like this! They have never given up and have always been fighting for our land and dignity! I ask you now, how dare you say to my face that all this is not worth it!"
The young man was speechless for a moment after hearing Orel's question, but soon he regained his arrogant look, snorted and said:
"So what? Even if they are still resisting now, they will be defeated sooner or later. This donation will just go down the drain on those people. It's better to give it to me!"
Orel glared at him:
"You only care about your own life, but ignore those who fight for us! If Franche-Comté falls, Yoda's army will become even more rampant, and by then, our lives won't be much better! I despise your cold-bloodedness and selfishness!"
The young man was so angry that he broke free from Orel's hand and shouted to his men behind him:
"What are you still standing there for? Catch him!"
Suddenly, the atmosphere became tense. Orel's disciples gathered around them, guarding them and preparing for battle.
Orel looked around at the citizens and said loudly:
"You see! These are the ugly faces of today's society. For their own selfish interests, they completely disregard the lives of their compatriots on the front line. And we, in order to protect our homes and for those soldiers who are still fighting, I beg everyone to help me and help those who are still resisting the invasion!"
After hearing this, some citizens nodded. The people who had been shaken by the young master just now were now full of fighting spirit again.
Orel continued:
"As citizens of the Kingdom of Midland, we should all do our best to support this war that concerns the fate of our country. On behalf of the soldiers and civilians on the front lines, I would like to thank you for your heroic deeds."
Encouraged by Orel, the enthusiasm of the citizens was ignited again. Copper and silver coins kept falling from the donation box, and the crisp sound echoed in the square.
"You, you, you... just wait for me! Don't even think about living in Wyndham!"
Upon seeing this, the young master was so angry that he stamped his feet and left in disgrace with his men.
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"Why are all these noble children like this now?"
King Mitlan sighed slightly and shook his head. His eyes revealed a bit of disappointment and dissatisfaction. Although he hoped that Franche-Comté could contain the Yoda army more, he never expected that the descendants of these nobles would sabotage at such a critical moment.
He thought to himself that when these noble children grew up, they would probably have trouble governing their own territories, let alone expecting them to be loyal to the emperor and the country and lead troops into battle.
"Your Majesty, look..."
Count Uris stepped forward with steady steps and was about to say something when King Mitlan raised his hand to stop him. The king raised his eyes slightly and said slowly:
"Don't worry about them. Even if they hire all the mercenaries in Windham and put them on the front line, it will be a waste of time and will not have any significant effect on the war situation. Besides, it would be a good idea to take this opportunity to consume the financial resources of the Hohenzollern family."
However, just as King Midlan was calmly speaking of the countermeasures, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.
A guard suddenly rushed into the palace like a gust of wind. He looked extremely panicked. Before he could stand still, he reported to the king anxiously:
"Jules, the deputy commander of the White Lion Knights, took most of the knights of the White Lion Knights without permission and fled eastward through the city gate!"
As soon as these words came out, the palace fell into a dead silence. Everyone showed a look of surprise. King Mitlan's body shook slightly, and the report in his hand fell to the ground.