paranoianovel Chapter 247
Chapter 247
Chapter 247: The Wind of Freedom, Gruborgnitidu’s Revolt [1/5 Automatic Subscription].
Inspiration for this chapter [!] oBuildanArm] Y [[Winds of Freedom], when he first listened to this song, the excited author directly cycled around the town for more than ten kilometers.
Lotis Palace.
When the emissaries of the nations who had been summoned heard Ulysses speak so carelessly about a new weapon, or something completely new in its field.
They were all moved in their hearts.
Wondering what kind of artillery is more powerful?
Or maybe Ulysses was going to take them on a tour of the battleship, which was obviously more advanced than a steam-powered ironclad? Whatever it was, to be able to see the military strength of the Pluk Empire more clearly, the emissaries of various countries nodded their heads.
However, when he followed Ulysses’s convoy to Volgograd train station in a carriage and boarded the train to Salamandis East Station, he was confused one by one.
Is the new weapon of the Prussian Empire still in the city of Salamandis?
And just when Ulysses took the train to Salamandis, full of anticipation to witness the secret research and hidden behemoth for several years, it really appeared in the eyes of the world.
On the other side of the Gruborgnidi capital.
With a creaking sound from the south city gate, the heavy iron gate was slammed down under the terrified gaze of the city guards in the city.
The group of rebels in the same costume as Marius and others in the city, armed with Mini rifles, holding high the banner of the Gruborgny People’s Uprising.
Attacking back and forth, there was nowhere to retreat, making the city guards and others look miserable.
However, with the collapse of the city gate, the fierce cheers and shouts were instantly boiling throughout the south of the city of Gruborgny.
“Rush in!!!”
“Victory is at hand! Freely! Right in front of you! ”
“The great His Majesty Pluck has waved! Free people, the time has come for us to wake up and fight! ”
“Kill!”
“Bang bang bang!”
Above the southern part of the city, John Galeby saw that the defenders of the southern gate, under the frenzied attack of the rebels, were quickly either killed or surrendered on their knees.
A flying black and white cross flag was planted under the sun on the southern wall of the Grüburgeni imperial capital.
The golden griffin, overwhelmed by the black and white cross, looked in the direction of the imperial palace from afar, as if it was mourning, a huge empire was about to collapse one day.
John watched as the southern walls were conquered and ran out of their homes, one by one, surrounded by rebel soldiers.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said to the Galbie family on the side.
“Let our people get started, and when is it more appropriate to take out the gift of the Father of the Nation than now?”
“Let the great art of the Father of the Nation become the funeral voice of the Gruborgni Empire…”
Marius’s side, after taking the southern gate, after a brief cheer, immediately began to regroup its troops.
A total of seven or eight thousand rebel troops were on the side of the imperial capital, while the standing garrison of the imperial capital itself had nearly 20,000. Except for the city guards of seven or eight thousand people, the rest were all in the palace.
The movement on this side had definitely been heard by the ministers of the Imperial Palace.
“Everyone quickly sorted out their equipment and transported all the artillery into the city.”
“Treat the wounded, quick!”
Marius’s orders were very useful at this moment, and today he was ready to use his own blood, and finally awaken the rebellious hearts of all the people of Gruborgny, and had been passed on by John to these rebels and civilians.
Coupled with the banner of the Prüke Empire that Marius had always held, everyone could be quite convinced of his orders. A large number of people have also joined in this struggle at this moment.
They helped the rebels carry shells or vacated their houses for doctors to treat the wounded. Just when the south side of the city was full of enthusiasm and the war was rolling, there were horse-drawn carriages driving outside the city. The carriage also bears the flag of the Prussian Empire.
John didn’t know when he appeared next to Marius and smiled at Marius.
“The gift of the Father of the Nation, taken out at this moment, is definitely the most appropriate.”
Marius looked agitated, and Ulysses had always had many levels of identity in his heart, idols, beliefs, teachers, or generals who ruled his will.
It was Les Misérables that gave Marius the faith of freedom, and today he holds high the banner of rebellion. Ulysses actually composed a song specifically for these people…
Just when the rebels, as well as the people south of the city, learned that these musicians who came down from the carriage had brought the musical gifts of the great Puluk Emperor and the father of the Pluk nation, Ulysses.
They all looked forward to it.
With the melodious orchestral music and the sound of instruments such as violins echoing with each other, a wind representing life and freedom appeared in front of everyone’s eyes.
It came from the far north, over the mountains, over the rivers, over the Manolin Line, as if dispelling the spring breeze of midwinter.
The emerald green color, like an ink painting, spread out throughout the land of the Gruborgni Empire. The sound of the flute reverberating like an empty valley is like a call from afar, and freedom has come!
With the hammer of the drum dream, the roar and shouts of the people in the rear and the sound class seemed to be a strong recognition of their actions today.
Marius and the others were all red in excitement, and some of them were clutching each other’s hands deadly.
If the previous idea of avenging the tragic death of their family members was much stronger than what they fought for freedom.
At this moment, with this “Wind of Freedom” by Ulysses, everyone seems to have found a goal worth fighting for all their lives.
As the excitement and collision of melody reverberated in the south of the city, the city guards of the other areas of the 0.1 carved Gruborgni capital had also arrived here at this moment.
In front of the streets, rows of musketeers raised their muskets, crouched or stood, blocking all the way forward for the rebels, and a group of cavalry directly raised their weapons at this moment and rushed to this side.
Marius’s eyes were frozen, and the Wind of Freedom was still playing behind him, as if it had become their battle song at this moment, and everyone’s eyes were red.
Without even Marius’s orders, the rebels had already completed the firing array quickly. A cannon was pushed to the front under the horrified gaze of the Gruborgny guards. Marius had a thick glow of fire in his eyes.
The wind of freedom must collide with its own new world today in this decadent mid-winter world!
“Fire the cannon!”