A relieved smile involuntarily appeared on Sun Fei's face. The girl in his arms possessed a great power to calm the soul. No matter what dangers and battles Sun Fei faced outside, as long as he saw this peaceful and gentle face, all his restlessness and fatigue would disappear instantly, as if his soul were bathed in the warm sunlight. Seeing her, you would feel the beauty of the whole world and life.
Sun Fei gently placed the girl's head on the white velvet pillow, then lifted the purple quilt embroidered with roses and quietly got out of bed.
Perhaps because she had stayed up almost all night waiting for Sun Fei, Angela, who had no fighting skills whatsoever, was still sleepy and did not notice Sun Fei's actions. She still pursed her red lips, wore an angelic smile, and slept very soundly.
This was the first time the girl had been so intimately close to her beloved. Although it was in a dream, her fair, flawless cheeks, like white jade, still had a slight blush.
Wearing a loose robe and with his long hair flowing freely, Sun Fei Summon a pair of heavy chain boots lined with soft, warm fur, lifted the curtain of the large tent, and stepped out.
It was already late morning. At dawn last night, a fierce wind howled, cutting like a knife, whipping up thousands of miles of snow. The weather was freezing cold. Unexpectedly, by daytime, the terrible wind had stopped for some reason, and golden sunlight poured down on the earth, bringing a touch of warmth. Sun Fei strolled through the Chambord camp, smiling and greeting the soldiers who were busy with their drills. Then he walked to the river on the west side of the camp, scooped up a handful of icy water to wash his face, and felt much more refreshed.
"Hmm? The Knights' Hall has joined in too? It seems the final madness is about to begin!"
Sun Fei looked at the large number of knights riding black armored warhorses and wearing black armor and red cloaks galloping back and forth on the streets outside the camp, and he seemed to be deep in thought.
The elusive Spartak Empire assassins have indeed caused the empire considerable trouble recently. However, Sun Fei knows that the appearance of these assassins is merely a subtle trigger, immediately bringing to light numerous long-simmering conflicts within the empire. The fact that a small group of assassins could trigger so many events in the capital reveals much more. At least Sun Fei is certain that of the more than one hundred assassination attempts that have occurred in the past few months, sixty to seventy percent were attempts by individuals using the guise of enemy assassins to attack their own political rivals.
For example, the assassination attempt on the second prince Dominguez outside the palace was clearly not carried out by assassins from Spartak's enemy states.
The assassination attempt on the eldest princess also has much evidence suggesting that it was carried out by someone using another person to do the dirty work.
The struggle between the two princes has become so intense that it's not even worth mentioning the various noble factions, large and small. During this period, more than a hundred prominent nobles in the capital have been assassinated, most of whom died at the hands of their political enemies.
Truth and falsehood intertwined, falsehood and truth blurred.
One obvious example is Sun Fei's massacre of the Blood Blade mercenaries last night. However, judging from the shouts of these imperial cavalrymen galloping about, it's clear that the blame has been tacitly shifted onto the Spartak Empire's assassins by several forces who know the truth. For those assassins who are panicking like stray dogs, is this a case of being shot while lying in the sand?
The capital city is now fraught with crisis due to Emperor Yassin's serious illness. The powerful faction formed by the two princes, Arshavin and Dominguez, is embroiled in the Storm Riders, while other forces with ulterior motives are also taking advantage of the chaos. The situation has clearly reached a point of extreme chaos. If a major reshuffle and reconstruction are not carried out immediately, the empire may suffer its most devastating defeat since its founding in the war against the Spartak Empire.
Darkness has descended upon the empire; whether it can await the dawn after darkness, no one knows.
However, this did not prevent the nobles from vying for power and profit.
Sun Fei stood by the river, gazing at the Moro Mountains in the distance, his mind filled with countless thoughts as he reflected on his performance during this period.
The fate of Chambord City now rests on Sun Fei's shoulders. Every decision he makes determines the destiny of the 23,142 people in Chambord City Sun Fei. In the treacherous and unpredictable the Storm Riders of this continent governed by the law of the jungle, Chambord City is like a young deer just beginning to take its first steps, while the Zenit Empire is merely a slightly larger herd of deer. Despite having an unknown advantage behind him, Sun Fei must race against time to teach Chambord City, this little deer, the strength to survive in this chaotic world before the 'herd' is targeted by those ferocious and cruel jackals or lion prides.
"Open the camp gates and submit to a search!"
A loud shout came from the entrance of the Chambord camp in the distance, interrupting Sun Fei's thoughts.
His Majesty the King frowned, turned his head and saw a troop of fierce knights from the Knights' Hall standing at the camp gate, spurring their horses and arrogantly issuing orders.
Seeing the Chambord Saint guarding the camp gate looking at him, Sun Fei waved his hand, signaling Saint to let him pass. The order to search the various vassal states came from the capital, and no one could disobey it. Sun Fei didn't want Chambord City to be the one to lead the disobedience. Now, countless eyes were watching the Chambord people make a mistake. It would not be wise to go against the Knights of the Knights' Hall for such a trivial matter.
The camp gates opened, and more than forty knights poured in like Black Torrent, the thunderous sound of their hooves echoing throughout the entire camp.
The cracking of whips echoed continuously as the knights lashed their whips at the various tents, driving the people inside out.
"All people of Chambord, listen up! You have ten breaths! Gather in the center of the camp! Where is King of Chambord Alexander? Report the number of Chambord City and come here immediately to identify each and every one of them!"
The cavalrymen galloped and circled Zongheng within the camp, causing chaos and knocking over many of Zheng Peng's belongings. The leading knight, probably a centurion, was tall and strong, like a giant, muscular chimpanzee. His black Knights' Hall armor looked as if it would burst from his powerful muscles. He lifted his helmet, sat upright on his tall horse, his face Zongheng and his leopard-like eyes gleaming with a predatory gaze.
With the arrival of Lampard and others in the second wave, the Chambord Expeditionary Army totaled 280 men, who began to assemble in the open space in the middle of the camp under the supervision of the cavalry.
The Knights' Hall cavalry were clearly much fiercer than the soldiers of the Imperial Capital Public Security Office, the Iron-Blooded Camp, and the four major legions. Perhaps it was because Sun Fei had defeated the four Judgment Knight in the duel at the Number One Sword-Testing Platform that these cavalrymen revealed an undisguised hostility in their expressions, making them extremely fierce.
Sun Fei walked expressionlessly to the center of the camp.
A search is fine, but don't cross my bottom line, or else... humph!
Just then--
"Push down! This is His King's tent. The Queen is changing her clothes and will be out soon!" In the distance, in front of the central tent, Drogba, who was guarding the tent entrance, shouted angrily. The sound was like thunder, stopping two fierce-looking Knights of the Knights' Hall who were trying to rush into the tent to check.
Snap!
"Get out of the way! What princess? Get out of the way right now! We need to inspect!" One of the cavalrymen lashed out with his whip.
Whoosh!
Drogba raised his hand, easily grasped the whip tip, and with a flick of his wrist, the Knights of the Knights' Hall flew away like a kite with a broken string.
The difference in their abilities is too great.
"How dare you!" The 'Chimpanzee' knight leader, who had been observing the scene with a gloomy expression, suddenly felt a surge of joy in his eyes upon seeing this, and then shouted angrily, "How dare you assault a Knight of the Knights' Hall and obstruct the search for the Spartak Empire assassins! Guards, seize that audacious scoundrel!"
Several Knights' Hall who were prepared immediately drew their Sharp Sword and rushed over.
Seeing this, Drogba was equally unyielding. His Four-Star Class Dou Qi shimmered on the mountain as he scooped up a super-sized axe, over two meters long and with a blade as thick as a door, and held it against the arrowhead, coldly watching the surging cavalry.
This thing isn't afraid at all.
Last time, after I inadvertently mentioned that Lampard and his men were obstructed by Imperial soldiers when they first arrived at the vassal state's Barracks, His Majesty the King was furious and questioned why they didn't break the legs of those reckless soldiers... This gave Drogba enough confidence that as long as His Majesty the King didn't give the order, and as long as these cavalrymen dared to make a move, he would not back down.
Lao Tzu's axe had long been itching for a fight.
The bitch thought to herself, shaking her leg.
Seeing Drogba's unyielding and menacing demeanor, the charging Knights' Hall' cavalrymen hesitated.
In the past, at this time, their opponents would all be terrified and kneel on the ground crying and begging for mercy. Who knew that this time they would be met with such a reckless fool? Looking at the Four-Star Class Dou Qi flashing all over his body, and then at his giant axe that could be used as a giant sword to cut people, the cavalrymen were in a dilemma. They could tell that this guy was serious.
As cavalrymen of the Knights' Hall, they had long heard about the feud between the Great Judgment Knight and King of Chambord. In a short period of time, five of the ten Judgment Knight of the Knights' Hall had been beaten to a pulp by King of Chambord. Five Judgment Knight! They weren't five cabbages... This was simply unbelievable!
I knew long ago that King of Chambord was a complete hothead, but I never expected that King of Chambord men would be just as reckless and fearless.
What should we do?
The cavalrymen turned to look at their leader.
The knight leader was furious, his fierce eyes flashing with leopard-like rage. His Big Hand gripped the lance at his side, ready to unleash his fury. However, remembering the reputation of King of Chambord as the ' Mad Wolf ' [ One Fist Spanning the Heavens ], he realized that his side was not in the right in this matter, and his fierce temper subsided considerably.
Sorry for the late update.
I didn't sleep a wink last night. First, I can't go home for the New Year for the time being, which is frustrating. Second, my younger brother's job application, which cost a lot of money, resources, and manpower, was ultimately ruined because of the medical examination. They even found out a few rather dangerous symptoms. Daozi felt like everything was going dark.