"Who would dare to do this in the future?" Angel stood on the high platform, looked at the tens of thousands of Haligard people below with a fierce expression, and warned loudly.

At this time, blood seeped out from the gaps in the wooden boards of the high platform, dripping onto the ground, and then spread and flowed down from the table, soaking the ground below the platform.

The nearby Haligard people could even smell the pungent smell of blood, and the crowd involuntarily backed away.

Seeing the panicked reaction of the crowd, Angel couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. This was the effect he wanted.

“These damn people~!

They are never satisfied. Only when these dogs are frightened will they be obedient." Angel cursed secretly in his heart.

He paused for a moment, then brandished the blood-stained knife and shouted sternly: "As a Haligardian and a member of the Southern Army, each of you is also obliged to defend our great Haligard City and protect our

The soul of the South, General Hardoo.

Therefore, I now order every Haligadian to participate in the battle to defend the city, a sacred and glorious task.

Whether you are an old man or a child, whether you are a man or a woman, do what you can for our South and use our common strength to strive for the final victory.

The Southern Army will win~!"

Angel raised his arms and shouted, and the nearby soldiers also hurriedly raised their swords and shouted together, but the voice sounded weak, as if these soldiers had not woken up.

As for the people in the square, they all remained silent, staring blankly at Angel's performance.

Angel's face became a little ugly, he raised his fist and shouted again: "Long live General Hadou~!"

Seeing that their boss was angry, the soldiers around him immediately shouted at the top of their lungs.

But tens of thousands of people in the square still stared at Angel in silence, even though a few people in the crowd who had been arranged in advance also looked excited and shouted loudly.

But they just shouted. Seeing the people around them looking on coldly and with rather unkind expressions, they all wisely kept their mouths shut.

Angel was so angry that he clenched his fists hard, gritted his teeth, and cursed, "These damn gangsters~!"

Immediately, he winked to the side.

The officer next to him immediately gave an order, and all the soldiers beside him flattened their swords and guns in unison and pointed them at the civilians in front of them.

When the common people saw the cold light flashing from the weapon, they couldn't help but panic - he... what are they trying to do?

At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Long live the general!"

Some smart people reacted and hurriedly raised their hands high and shouted: "Long live General Hadou~!"

Although the voice was a little sparse, it was much stronger than the deserted sound just now.

"Long live General Hadou~!"

"Long live General Hadou~!

More and more people came to understand and hurriedly raised their hands, released their throats, and shouted loudly.

The shouts gathered together, like a tide, and resounded through the sky above the city.

Angel suddenly discovered that the cheers given by these dead people under the bayonet were much louder and more enthusiastic than before.

This is understandable, after all, when cheering in the past, it was for money, or some of it was truly from the heart, but now it is to save one's life. Naturally, more effort is required.

Angel couldn't help but cursed secretly: "These damn gangsters~!"

With a final wave of hands, he turned around and left.

In Angel's eyes, the Haligard people can live a life of plenty of food and clothing only because of the Hadou family. It is his father's business and management, as well as the Hadou family's kindness and generosity, that make the Haligard people

became so rich.

But these people didn't know how to be grateful at all. When the Hadou family was in the most crisis, they all hid aside and watched.

Grandma, these damn white-eyed wolves~!

At this critical moment of life and death, these Haligad people who have been favored by Hardou should stand up to defend their managers and actively participate in this battle.

Instead of hiding at home like now.

"You eat and drink our Hadu family, but at this time, you actually stand by and watch our jokes. How can I let you be so proud." Angel made up his mind, even if he was destroyed in the end,

We must recruit more people to accompany him to the funeral.

As a young master from a feudal landlord class family, Laozi has very strong historical limitations. He does not know that it is actually these common people who support them with their hard-working hands and hard work.

As he left, the cheers in the square also disappeared. Only the headless corpses on the high platform of the square were left, as well as the dripping blood all over the ground.

The people gradually dispersed, but at this moment, the hearts of these people were heavy.

They are frightened and tired of this protracted war.

Hadu's imperial hegemony had nothing to do with them?

They are all ordinary people leading a family to live their lives.

They just want to live a stable and peaceful life. Now the increasingly difficult life has worn away their patience.

They are increasingly disgusted with this unwinnable war.

Before besieging Haligard, Lorraine once said that it would be a dead end for Hadu to be trapped in the isolated city.

The more prosperous and affluent a city is, the higher its dependence on the outside world.

In a modern city, as long as the city's water and electricity are cut off, citizens who cannot use flush toilets will be weak and surrender immediately.

For Halligad, who has been cut off from supplies, soaring prices, dwindling food supplies, shrinking wealth... all kinds of difficulties have made it difficult for these people to move forward.

Surrender is what they all hope for. As long as this war is over, they will live their lives as they want.

It has nothing to do with whether the manager above him is named Hardou or Niodos, and no one cares.

In a multi-story mansion behind the square, Hadou's brother-in-law, Count Andracou, held a glass of wine in his hand, brought it to his mouth and took a deep breath of the wine, then looked on with a happy and intoxicated expression.

Hadou's second son Lakht stood in front of the window, looking at the corpse on the high platform outside the window with an excited expression, and couldn't help but lick his lips.

Count Andracor glanced at Lakht and frowned in distress: Lakht had been stimulated by some unknown source when he was a child. He had some mental problems and could not see any blood.

Once he saw blood, he became crazy.

Earl Andracor took a sip of his wine, let out a long sigh, and said, "Hey, Lakht, don't stand there anymore, everyone has left."

Lachter suddenly turned his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and stared at Count Andracor like a ferocious beast.

Earl Andracor shook his head and said: "Calm down, my dear nephew."

Lachter snorted coldly, grabbed the wine bottle and drank a few gulps, then collapsed on the sofa and said: "Drink, drink hard. You won't be able to enjoy this good wine for a few days soon.

"

Count Andracor shrugged noncommittally.

"I don't want to die," Lachter said suddenly, "especially I don't want to be killed by that bastard Angel."

Count Andracor sneered and said, "I don't want to either."

Lakht was stunned for a while and said: "Do we still have a chance?"

Count Andracor shook his head and said: "Your father's only hope, those lichs failed.

Three lichs have been killed by Lorraine, and the rest are probably hiding.

After getting the news, your father immediately fainted."

"I know those dead people are unreliable." Lachter said, "Just agree to their conditions."

"The problem now is not that we don't agree with their conditions, but that Julian doesn't agree with our conditions." Count Andracou shook his head and said: "According to Julian's conditions, we really have nothing."

"There is still hope if you survive." Lakht said naa.

Count Andracor scoffed and said, "This is not something Lakht would say."

Lakht smiled bitterly.

Count Andracor pondered for a moment and said, "Have you ever thought about another possibility?"

"What?" Lakht asked nervously.

Count Andracor said: "The results of surrender and uprising are different."

Lakht stared at him and said, "What do you want to say?"

"Rather than just sit back and wait for death, it is better to give it a try." Count Andracou raised his hand like a knife and said with a fierce expression: "Kill Hardu and Angel, we will revolt. This is our last chance.

If you don't take the initiative, that crazy woman Isabella won't let you and me go."

Lakht was stunned, rolled his eyes, and murmured: "This... is not easy to handle. Angel has been guarding us."

Count Andracor said: "As far as I know, few generals are willing to continue fighting. I can contact them to work together."

Lachter said: "Can you hide from that mad dog of Ilerda? His eyes are always staring at the battlefield."

"Then kill him first." Count Andracor said decisively, holding the wine glass tightly.

Unlike the gloom and gloom in the city of Haligard, the morale of the peacekeeping troops surrounding Haligard is high.

Archduke Julius had enough troops to go into battle, and the new army also gathered all the newly certified recruits from the south and put them into the battlefield for training.

Therefore, Archduke Julian adopted a system of rounds of fighting, with one-third of the soldiers withdrawing from the front line at intervals to make corrections in the rear.
To be continued...