Chapter 556 Farewell
"The vampires are retreating!"
This sentence came from the mouth of a soldier who was constantly monitoring the situation in the city. The general seemed extremely unbelievable. He grabbed the scout's collar like crazy and asked the authenticity of this matter.
"What, are you sure the vampires are retreating?"
The scout nodded firmly, and the city gate that had been closed for a long time suddenly opened. However, instead of a large number of troops pouring in, many undead creatures left.
"The vampire army began to evacuate thirty minutes ago. Our reconnaissance points around the area show that the undead hiding in the dark have all left."
Thirty minutes ago, when Plokin died...
Seeing that the number of undead marching towards the central square was decreasing, Rascal ordered the flag officer to place the Flaming Eagle flag in the center, symbolizing that the battle had achieved a stage of victory.
The sound of musketry gradually ceased, and there was only a long pause to kill the mortal auxiliary troops who were still lingering on the ground.
The wounded were pulled to the rear by carriages for treatment. Pieces of rubble were piled in several key passages. Soldiers who had been fighting for a long time took turns to rest.
Before he understood what the vampire was doing, the general adopted a resolute fighting stance and could not show any flaws.
A flag suddenly rose from the street leading to the city gate. It was the white bear flag symbolizing the Kislev court, not the bloody bear of the vampire tsarina.
Several people wearing fur coats and bearskin hats walked to the center. They did not carry weapons. The wrinkled faces of the leaders showed indescribable fatigue and sadness.
The captain in charge here knew this old man—Miller Yadnov, a courtier of the tsarina.
"No shooting, stay alert." The captain reached out to press down the soldier's gun and turned his gaze to the dozen or so civilian officials.
"Miller Yadnov, you are much older than I thought."
The old man who was pointed at by many guns looked very calm, as if the person standing here was not him, but an insignificant person.
He opened his mouth with most of his teeth missing, and tried his best to let the sound pass to the front.
"Palka Vicki, it has been ten years since we last met. As a mortal, I will naturally grow old."
"Explain your reason for coming. If it's to persuade you to surrender, then I can kill you now." Pakal doesn't like to reminisce about the past. He only knows Miller because he did a lot of dirty work for this noble man ten years ago. After changing hands and being discarded as a black glove, he chose to go to the new world.
When it came to business, Pakal tried his best to stand as straight as possible and recited the master's decision loudly.
"It is said that the Queen of the Eagle Khan of the Endless Steppe, the victorious general and dictator of Kislev, the ruler of the four realms, the co-choice of the four righteous gods, the monarch of Boye, the master of Gospodar and Ugor, The rebel SS troops entrenched in Erengrad must hand over the body of the Tsar General and the Knight Commander of the Guards Plokin, and those who killed the loyal family members of the Tsarina must commit suicide immediately.”
There was no so-called ridicule, and the captain raised his musket and pointed it at the former master. Even if the battle situation reached such a tense point, the Tsarina still believed that the Patriot Army was just a group of rebels, and thought that Prokin could lead the army to calm it down.
Perhaps in her eyes, the death of the vampire knight was just a short farewell. As long as the body was recovered, he could be resurrected.
Pakar gave a wry smile. All the people who supported Katrin at the beginning were blinded by this. This mentally retarded move was not something a leader could do.
"The Tsarina's troops have withdrawn from Erengrad. This is sincerity. I hope the Patriot Army can also show its due courage."
"I have no right to answer this." Miller did not show any welcome to the diplomats. The aiming point of the musket was always pointed at Pacal, and he only ordered one of his subordinates to report the matter to the general.
"I understand, but I hope you can understand the current situation. The people can no longer bear the war. Compared with the war, the rule of vampires is far from sacrifice... Sigh." Pakar sighed deeply, Kislev was no longer able to bear it. After experiencing such a big change in the situation, the aftermath of the great holy war had not dissipated, and the bloody czarina ushered in.
The undead army gathering in the wasteland has no intention of letting go of the souls of mortals. Post-war reconstruction has become empty talk, whether to regain a new life in the war or to become extinct.
"Don't pretend to be a saint for me, I know who you are better than anyone else."
The two sides are at a stalemate. Pakal doesn't mind taking the white bear flag as a trophy, but Miller also wants to be relieved. If he dies here, it seems to be a good ending.
When the general came to the front, he first looked at the white giant bear flag that he had longed for in the past. He had somewhat forgotten the days of fighting under this flag, and his memory was filled with countless sacrifices and sorrow.
Those people were reminding him not to forget the past...
Looking down, he saw an old man with a gaunt body. The thick leather coat could not hide his old body, and his rapid breathing made him look even more fragile.
"Miller Yadnov, you want to die here and be freed from self-condemnation as a conscience..."
Miller grinned at the words, but soon stopped laughing.
A group of objects was thrown by Raskol, and the strips of cloth spread out in mid-air, and the fragments were sprinkled on the ground and mixed with the soil.
"This is Plokin's body. Bring him to the Tsarina, send him to the throne, and accept the vampire's worship. This traitor who died heroically is undoubtedly your pride."
"You..." Pamir was a little choked. If the Queen knew that the man she favored had turned into flesh, the first person to suffer would be herself who was responsible for the handover. Not only would she not be able to qualify as a vampire, but she would also become a vampire after death. A toy for the dead.
"Don't use that kingdom theory to kidnap us. There is only one ending between me, the General of the Patriot Army, Raskol, and the bloody tsarina Katrin. Either she dies, or I die!" Raskol pulled out his hand. The pistol on his waist was pointed at the wooden pole of the White Bear flag with an instant draw.
The flag symbolizing the legitimate ruler of Kislev fell in the wind, which meant that the Patriot Army completely broke with the Tsarist Court.
"Leave here. This is my last bit of kindness to you. There is no room for negotiation between me and Katrin. Next time there are diplomats, they will all be sent to prison."
After Raskol was cheered and left, Pakal stared at the dead Miller and said with a sarcastic smile, "I didn't expect you to be here today. When you asked me to attack Burton's widow ten years ago, it was not like this. It looks like I may have taken too many aphrodisiacs, and now I have no energy at all.”
"You are challenging the thousand-year-old order of Kislev... Even if Katrin dies, the next tsar will not forget what the Patriot Army did today..."
"The next tsar, haha... maybe you take yourselves too seriously."