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Now, I declare...

Sultan Dillaman's loud and solemn voice drummed in Bashar Hasadi's eardrums. He was trembling with excitement and couldn't help raising his head.

He knew he shouldn't look up.

On such a sacred occasion, he should bow his head humbly, listen to the instructions, and wait for the verdict, even though he has already seen the verdict countless times and simulated it countless times in his heart.

But he just couldn't help it.

He wanted to witness the moment of the verdict with his own eyes, and wanted to see the prince he was loyal to demonstrate his authority as a sultan and break the treasonous shackles on him.

So he finally looked up.

Bashar, who raised his head, froze.

So close!

Unknowingly, Sultan Dilaman left the army protecting him and walked all the way to a position only four or five meters away from Bashar.

Their distance is so close, it doesn't look like a noble king is about to pardon a traitor who has brought great pain to the country, but it seems to have returned to the past that seems so far away, and the Sultan is still the holy prince with lofty aspirations , he is still the dull servant who only has loyalty in his heart.

The sultan... the prince still trusts me.

Indescribable emotion flooded Bashar's chest in an instant, he felt the eye sockets heat up, and at the moment tears overflowed, he saw a short burst of fire like a star.

How could there be fire there?

Before Bashar could figure it out, gunshots rang in his ears.

Boom!

Something hit him in the chest.

A huge momentum emanated from between his ribs, and he was propelled straight up, leaning back.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The second impact focused on him, in the abdomen, searing buckshot penetrating the skin, pushing and twisting the intestines upward.

Bashar left the ground,

Stretching its limbs, it flew backwards at a distance of 20 to 30 centimeters from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the third impact hit his knee, forcing his leg to open at a ridiculous angle, like a broken puppet being pulled straight from a reclining position in mid-air.

The fourth impact hit his chest for the second time, right in the left chest, smashing a bloody depression in the heart.

Before the blood could spurt out, the fifth impact followed like a shadow. This time, the scorching lead bullet hit right between the eyebrows, and in front of more than two thousand onlookers, in mid-air, his skull was completely blown away.

Blood goes forward, brains go up, Bashar goes back.

One of him scattered in three directions amid the gunfire, staining the pure white robe of Sultan Dillaman red, splashing all over Roy Hasadi's dull face, and knocking over the compact and dense army formation.

Ba...Bashar. Roy recited his brother's name blankly.

Ba... Bashar? Sultan turned his head and looked for Marshal Deziaz in the crowd. His mind was already filled with accidents and sorrows. In the only space left for thinking, Deziaz was the only possibility of assassination. planner.

Marshal De Chiaz was also confused.

But his confusion didn't last long, and soon he saw Sudan's cannibalistic look in his eyes.

He was suddenly blessed to the heart.

The Sultan killed the bandit leader! Soldiers, charge! Destroy the traitorous armed forces and restore Milani Castle!

There are all of them, discharge the guns, let them go!

Bang bang bang bang!

General, be careful!

This is a trap, counterattack! Counterattack!

Look for cover on the spot, reload, and strike back!

Seeing the messy rebel sergeant falling down like harvesting wheat, Marshal De Chiaz was so complacent that he just wanted to raise his head and laugh three times.

He didn't believe from the beginning that the Hassadi family would go so easily anyway.

In his view, Bashar Hassadi's defection to the British may have been out of righteous indignation of being abandoned at first. After all, with the relationship between Bashar and Dilaman, Deziaz never expected that he would Be the one chosen by Dilaman.

Yet Dillaman chose him, and made him escape from English enslavement. Although this incident eventually caused him to suffer inhuman torture and be permanently disabled, that was not Dillaman's original intention. To Dillaman, Deziaz was only grateful.

Measure others by oneself.

De Chiaz felt that as much as he was grateful to Dilaman, Bashar's hatred for Dilaman should be as strong.

Under such a package of hatred, it is completely understandable for patriots like Bashar to switch to the arms of the British. It is also natural to return to Dilaman's command immediately after the misunderstanding is resolved, there is no doubt about it.

But Bashar is Bashar, and Milani Castle is Milani Castle.

The leader of this castle is Roy Hasadi of the Unfaithful Family. Roy and Dilaman do not have such complicated emotional support as Bashar. The entire Hasadi family and Milani with this family as the backbone There is no such complex emotional support as Bashar between the castle and Dilaman.

The entire Sultanate knew that the loyalty of disloyal families belonged only to the Imams who were thousands of miles away. They would betray the Sultanate at any time, for any reason, and at any time would not surprise anyone.

Why should they keep pace with Bashar?

For the name? For profit? Or the imam who preached in the round castle could not predict the prophet, and issued an oracle for today's situation long ago?

Obviously, none of this is possible!

The old-fashioned Deziaz firmly believed that Roy Hasadi had no reason to turn back. If there was, Milani Castle had already turned back when the sultan's messenger arrived, and there was no need for the sultan to personally announce the pardon.

Deziaz felt that he had seen through everything, and told Dilaman everything. Unfortunately, the young sultan only wanted to clear up the grievances of his brother-like ministers, and could not listen to his advice at all.

In desperation, De Chiaz could only sharpen his blade secretly.

In order to prevent the hunters from ambushing the Sudan in the mountains, he checked the range of all long-barreled muskets in Europe, and arranged a proclamation guard with a radius of 150 meters and a total of 1,000 people according to the topography of Harar Mountain.

In order to prevent someone from shooting the Sultan from the top of the city, he selected the best and fastest shooter from the guards to follow the Sultan. Gun loaded...

Who knew that the gunshots rang out in the end, and from behind the guards that could never hide the killer, five shots in a row accurately and brutally shot and killed the core figure of Milani Castle, Bashar Hassadi .

Godsend Sultan!

De Chiaz read through the great castle recovery plan from Dilaman's eyes with just one look.

Use the stupid and naive Bashar to tear apart the relationship between Milani Castle and the British, continue to use his innocence to draw the castle garrison out of the castle, frighten the castle garrison with almost executional shooting methods, launch a surprise attack to wipe out the rebels, and completely Recover Milani Castle, use the corpses of the rebels and the British to give an explanation to the citizens who died tragically in the night of burning Hong Kong, so as to promote the benevolence, wisdom, and strength of the new sultan!

What a flawless plan!

More importantly, Deziaz never thought that he and the young Sultan would have such a tacit understanding. He had prepared a series of measures to guard against rebel attacks, and now he transformed into a magic weapon to wipe out the rebels!

He looked up excitedly and shouted: Hurry up and reload, the drums are beating! For the glory of the Sultan, shoot!

...

The dense bullets swept across the camp of the Milani garrison round after round like a wave. Roy Hasadi was pressed against the back of the horse and couldn't lift his head. He could only watch his loyal soldiers fall down in pieces.

He hates it!

The monstrous hatred was not aimed at the British who brutally tortured and killed his brother, but the extremely hypocritical young Sultan Dillaman who was heavily guarded in the army.

It's a trap!

The response of the Sudanese Guards was too fast. As long as Dilaman had the slightest desire to pardon the Hasadi family, these soldiers could not respond to the officer's order so quickly and complete the formation, aiming, and triggering in the shortest possible time. A series of tactical actions such as the trigger.

Milani's garrison suffered heavy losses in the first shower of shells.

At least two hundred people were killed in the raid, and at least a hundred more were killed or wounded in the search for cover.

This number accounts for almost half of the number of people leaving the city...

Fortunately, in order to create the illusion for Bashar that they controlled the British, most of the troops did not go out of the city to line up, and in order to cooperate with Lorraine's plan, the officers who went out of the city were more or less prepared for the change.

Although the planned changes were completely different from the current ones, most of the officers were lucky enough to avoid the first salvo due to their limited psychological preparation, and organized soldiers in the shortest possible time to launch a counterattack from behind the bunker.

The key now is the city gate!

Roy stared at the closed city gate behind him with red eyes, burning with anxiety.

The drums of the Sudanese Guards sounded, and the second round of salvos followed. Even with enough cover protection, his soldiers were still shot and killed in large numbers in the counterattack.

But the city gate remained silent.

Lorraine Drake...don't, don't betray my trust...

The third round, the fourth round...

The Sudanese Guard's attack is getting smoother and smoother. They have formed a formation and are slowly pressing in with the drumbeat. Correspondingly, it became more and more difficult for Roy's sergeants to organize a counterattack. Once the brave soldiers took the lead, they would almost instantly become the targets of concentrated fire, and died tragically on the spot after being shot several times.

The fifth round, the sixth round, the seventh round... Roy Hasadi finally heard the heavenly voice he had been waiting for for a long time.

Karen shouted from the top of the city: The admiral has an order, open the city gate!

The guard suppressed the assault from the front, and the Musketeers relied on the battlements to fire freely. The artillery array aimed at the ramp of the castle, and fired five bursts to cut off the enemy's rear!

Flag raised! Counterattack!

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