rise of empire total war

Chapter 1 The Prince in Exile

"Richard...my boy, go, get out of this city, get out of this country...

The army of the rebel Jutian has entered our capital and is rushing towards the palace. The royal guards can hardly hold back their advance...

Get out of here, get out of here, my child, you are the only hope of the Winster Kingdom, and the only hope of our Stuart family..."

"No! Father, I don't want to leave you, I don't want to leave here!"

"Silly boy, get out of here through the secret passage, go to the south, go to Ravana Kingdom to join your grandfather, seek refuge with him, and for your mother's sake, he will take you in."

"What about you? Come with me!"

"No, I want to stick with my kingdom to the end, Richard, you are the only heir to the kingdom and my only child. Remember, you must live, and when you grow up, you will return to Jutian revenge……"

boom!
Just at this time, a high tower outside the palace collapsed, followed by endless cheers and shouts of killing one after another, as if countless people were running towards the palace!

"Kill! Enter the palace and capture King Alfonso! End the corrupt Stuart dynasty!"

"..."

"Go! Go! Magnus, my friend, take him away, and send him to Ravana!"

"..."

boom!
"King Alfonso is dead! Long live the new king Jutian! Long live the Philip dynasty!"

……

"No!"

In the darkness, a slender young man suddenly woke up from his sleep, cold sweat covered his forehead and wet his robe.

"Why, why do I always think of that scene..."

The young man clutched his long, smooth golden hair in pain. The scene a month ago is still vivid in his mind, as if a brand has been branded on his soul, and he will never forget it.

What a terrifying scene it was, the burning palace, collapsed buildings, and the black eagle flag flying in the air... The young man's ears could even faintly echo with the screams and wails of people who had just passed away. And the desperate insults and cries.

Days of nightmares exhausted him physically and mentally. If there hadn't been for the imperial guards who had been loyally guarding him, he might have collapsed on the way to escape.

Wiping the sweat covered on his forehead, feeling the strange touch brought by the wet clothes sticking to his back, the young man took a deep breath, slowly got up, opened the curtain of the tent door and walked out softly. There was silence, only the slight crackling sound from the burning bonfire. Through the light from the bonfire, the boy could see a few heavily armed soldiers leaning against the tree trunk, looking drowsy.

The boy didn't intend to wake them up, he just stood at the door blowing the cold wind, feeling the clean air that he couldn't breathe on the earth in his previous life, feeling the coldness brought by the back when the cold wind blew past, sobering his chaotic thinking.

Yes, he is not an aborigine of this world. To be precise, his body is the legal heir of the prosperous Winster Kingdom, but his soul is just an ordinary college student in his previous life.

He doesn't know how he crossed over. The only thing he remembers is that he and his parents took Malaysia Airlines from Kuala Lumpur to return to China. He fell asleep on the plane, and when he woke up, his consciousness took over the control of this body. Right, and fully accepted the memory of this boy named Richard.

And coming with him, there is also a so-called total war system that has only appeared once.

For the Total War system, Richard has no idea at all. From the time he possessed the young prince to the present for more than half a month, he has only heard the system's business-like welcome words and self-importance. After the introduction, there was no more news, and no matter how much he called, it was all in vain.

Since the self-introduction of the system that appeared inexplicably, it was adapted from the game "Middle Ages 2 Total War" in the laptop that Richard carried on the plane. Its mission is to assist Richard in this strange world. Build a powerful country that belongs to him.

However, as mentioned above, after saying this, the system suddenly lost its voice, the kind that no matter how Richard called, there was no reply.After experiencing numerous unresponsive calls, the angry Richard had no choice but to give up this system with endless talk, and instead pinned all his hopes on the loyal Guards.

After all, compared to unreliable systems, these well-armed and loyal elite soldiers make people feel safer.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Richard couldn't help shivering. It was already late autumn, and the weather became colder with the passage of time. There are many frozen poor in ragged clothes.

This is reality, a harsh reality.

From Richard's memory, we can know that the technological level of this world was around the eleventh century AD, which was the Middle Ages on Earth.As far as he knew, the customs and customs here were not much different from those in medieval Europe. The only difference was that the religions here were diverse and there was no such thing as the Catholic Church.

Although Richard has more than 1000 years of knowledge of people who have traveled through this world, the knowledge he has is in a sense actually a good look, because some basic tools are already available, and he only knows some gunpowder recipe.

In other words, apart from deploying gunpowder, Richard has no way to change the technology tree of this world.

Oh, even if it is gunpowder, Richard doesn't know the ratio of the various raw materials in it. He is afraid that he will kill himself if he mixes it randomly.

Shaking his head, Richard couldn't help laughing at himself in a low voice. Thinking about it carefully, he seems to be the most useless time traveler in history. In his previous life, he was a freshman in the Department of Fine Arts, and he had nothing but painting. strengths.If the identity of the body he occupies is just an ordinary person, then he can make a living by painting for people, but now that he is a prince in exile, this skill can only be said to be tasteless.

After all, no one would ask a prince to paint him for a fee.

"Ah! Your Highness, are you awake?"

At this moment, a young voice sounded from in front of him. Richard followed the sound and saw that it was two heavily armed Praetorian Guard soldiers, who were looking at him respectfully.

"Yes, yes, since you can't sleep, why not come out and blow some air." Richard said, looking at the simple wooden fence illuminated by the fire, and asked, "Is everything normal? Did Jutian's lackeys catch up?" ?”

"At the moment, there is none." One of the soldiers replied. He counted the time and reminded: "Your Highness, we have to leave very early tomorrow. If you go back to rest now, you can replenish your energy."

"I understand." Richard nodded and said, "You guys go on duty, I'm going to rest now."

Watching the two soldiers leave, Richard sighed and returned to the camp, lying on the sheets still stained by his sweat, closing his eyes and returning to the terrible memories...

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(End of this chapter)