Chapter 308

Chapter 308.

Since the beginning of the siege of Sente, the city has organized three counterattacks, because the previous troops were exhausted, most of the troops out of the city are the so-called “armed citizens”, the fighting ability of this group of guys is even worse than the stout from the countryside, Alda’s army far from a volley of gunfire, the opposite side of the morale of the dead before a few people into the white stripes, and then run in the shit back to the city, and the city of the dead. Then they ran back to the city with their asses in the air.

On the 29th, the digging of the tunnels was in its final stage, and soon the Aldar army would be able to get close to the root of the city wall and set off a big cannonball.

Paul chose a good spot for the guards to set up a pergola and prepared to enjoy the splendid sight of the [great cannonball] erupting.

“Hey, Paul old brother, this thing of yours isn’t bad at all, can you send one to my brother for me, it’s okay to spend some money.”

Henry Ferdinand sat next to Paul, lovingly fiddling with a telescope, lifting it up to look in the direction of Sente for a while, rubbing the lens for a while.

“Take it away, it’s yours.”

The two men’s relationship had improved a lot since they had talked about the succession of the Duke’s title. For a big event like attacking Sente, how could Henry miss it, running over as a homecoming group in a hurry.

It was also on this afternoon that a large white flag was erected on the city wall. After consulting Paul, the Alda army suspended the shelling. Shortly afterward the gates opened, the drawbridge was lowered, and a group of men came out carrying a smaller white flag.

After a rigorous body search they were quickly brought before Paul and Schroeder.

The party was composed of all sorts of people, political officials, generals of the garrison, clergymen and wealthy merchants, and Paul had a recollection of some of them, whom he had met at the birthday party of old Duke Ferdinand.

A white-bearded political officer said in a grave accent, “Count Gleiman, Viscount Ferdinand, we now formally surrender to you on behalf of all the inhabitants of Centurion City.”

Paul asked a little curiously, “Not on behalf of Maltz Kent?”

The political officer shook his head and said, “Duke Maltz Kent Ferdinand …… who is what you call a usurper, has …… already passed away yesterday… …”

Paul and Henry rose from their chairs in surprise, “Maltz is dead?”

“Yes, Lord Maltz died of serious injuries at about seven to eight o’clock last night, when he inadvertently lost his footing and fell, and was stabbed in the chest …… by a candlestick from a table.”

The people present heard this and all took off their hats and covered their chests to express their silence, although they were enemies who fought on the sands, Maltz was, after all, a high-ranking nobleman. Paul was compelled to follow suit, unless he wanted a reputation for not knowing his manners.

After the moment of silence, Paul put his hat back on and instructed Schroeder at his side, “Let the chief of staff arrange how to enter the city.”

Schroeder quickly made arrangements for the 2nd Battalion to lead a group of militia into the city first, occupying and checking the various street entrances, while the rest of the troops entered the city in turn.

Paul delayed the entry of the subsequent troops until the following day, “Let the soldiers clean themselves up, tidy themselves up, get a good night’s rest, and enter the city the next day in the best of spirits, in squares, kicking and squaring up.”

He was going to show the inhabitants of the largest city in the Northwest Gulf a different kind of army, and by the way show Henry next to him, who hadn’t caught up with much hard fighting since he arrived.

The entry ceremony began on August 30, 1991, Holy Calendar, and the residents of Centennial looked at the strange army with both curiosity and concern.

Although the uniforms of Alda’s army were still light green, after all, the color and style were uniform, much better looking than the colorful ones of the other lords’ armies, and together with the rhythmic marching drums and the soldiers’ neat steps, the whole army exuded a sense of majesty and powerful strength. Every resident of Sentry City who watched the entry ceremony had a feeling that it was only right for such an army to defeat Maltz Kent, and some of them even cheered involuntarily.

Paul and Henry rode behind the 2nd Battalion on their high horses, gleefully surveying both sides of the street.

Henry, in particular, was smug with emotion, “Finally, I’m seeing this familiar neighborhood again, and it’s like a different day when I think of that day when I was escorted to the dungeon.”

Paul accompanied Henry to the Ferdinand family cemetery, stood in front of the old Duke Ferdinand’s tomb to pay tribute for a while, the graveyard keeper led them to the chapel in the cemetery, where two coffins were placed inside.

“These are the bodies of Maltz Kent and Jaaius Kent; what will your lords do with them?”

Paul looked to Henry, signaling him to make the decision; after all, his older brother had died in unclear circumstances, and the Kents were highly suspect.

Henry hesitated for a while and said, “The people are already dead, for the time being, let’s put them in the ground according to the specifications of civilians.”

Gravekeeper obeyed, greeted a few people over to carry the coffin, one of them muttered, “It seems to be a lot lighter it ……”

Henry greeted Paul: “Go, accompany me to the dungeon to take a look, inside is locked up Maltz’s distant relatives, it is said that there are also a few mercenary leaders.”

Emerson, Fergus and others were all locked up, and they were waiting in the dungeon for the verdict given by the victor.

Henry did not go to see them as soon as he entered, but went to the deepest part of the dungeon, and pointing to the large hole in the wall, said, “I was running out from under here, and by the looks of it Maltz has been found.”

This cell was full of broken bricks and stones as well as dirt, and it looked as if Maltz Kent had sent men to dig here.

It seemed that every lord’s family had one or two escape tunnels for emergencies, there was one in Biddle Castle, and there was one in this ducal mansion.

Paul touched his chin and secretly speculated, is he also digging a few tunnels underneath the castle in Lake Town, can’t lag behind the trend ah.

……

The news of Sentry City’s surrender quickly spread throughout the Northwest Bay.

The other lords in the coalition army had captured Fort Biddle and continued eastward long before Sente’s surrender, and immediately increased the speed of their advance after receiving the news, except that there were no more forces on the road that tried to resist them, and they arrived in Sente on September 4th.

Of the many territories originally dependent on Maltz Kent, his old home of Emden was the last to surrender to the allied forces, and the commander of Castle Byron, the former Knight Commander of the House of Kent, erected a white flag and surrendered to the 1st and 3rd Battalions of the Infantry, which had laid siege to the castle, after receiving news of the death of his allegiance.

Bryce and Joyce commanded the army as it continued south, capturing all of House Kent’s territory.

The War of the Troglodytes, which lasted more than half a year in the Northwest Gulf, finally came to an end.

(End of Chapter)



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