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"She's not a queen!"

Duke Huttings shouted, and everyone was in chaos again.

Although she was fully armed and mentally prepared, Eleanor was a little girl who hadn't seen many big scenes after all. This roar successfully frightened her, and the timidity in her eyes couldn't deceive anyone. She took a step back subconsciously.

Supporting her back with one hand behind her, she lowered her eyes and met Mrs. Ashley's encouraging gaze.

"I'm not, are you?" He raised his chin in contempt.

It's a pity that bluffing can't frighten this cunning man, not to mention, he and Norfolk have both met Eleanor and... have intimate contact.

I saw Duke Huttings slapped his hands heavily, walked up to her, stood still, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Unexpectedly, you are still alive, Eleanor? It seems that those straw bags are not so bad will work."

"..."

"Remember how the Duke of Norfolk and I 'loved' you? Huh?" A disgusting lewd|smile rose from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze swept across her whole body, from head to toe.

Eleanor's eyes were blinded with horror, and some unforgettable humiliating images flooded her mind, full of tears, cries and despair.

Her body is shaking...

A strong sense of nausea hit her throat, and Eleanor gritted her teeth to hold back the desire to vomit, and said in a low voice, "Come on!"

The guards stationed by the door did not move.

stunned...

Mrs. Ashley and Mrs. Norris also panicked. They looked around. They were all royal guards in red and black uniforms. Why didn't they obey orders?

Cecil, who had been silent all this time, stepped forward slowly, and nodded: "Your Majesty's complexion is not very good, probably the illness has not recovered, so let's go back and rest first."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and faced the members of the Privy Council.

"Everyone, go home."

"Let's see who can leave today!" Hetings pulled out the sword from the guard's waist, put it around his neck, and shouted at the other ministers: "Go back and sit down!"

The sharp and cold silver light flashed in front of their eyes, and everyone was startled.

Ashley pulled Eleanor back, and suddenly received a sharp knife: "Stop, don't move."

"..."

"Your Duke, are you sure you want to continue?" Cecil said quietly, and glanced at him calmly, "If you stop now, you can avoid the death penalty."

As soon as the words fell, there was a commotion outside, a boiling noise came from the direction of the palace gate, and the sound of messy horseshoes roared through the cold air. Not quite right.

An army of thousands of people, why is there such a movement?

"It's your time to die, old man."

The so-called cavalrymen in black robes and badges with horns and human eyes rushed in, but there were only a few dozen of them, all covered in blood and in a panic. side. "My lord... there is an ambush among us..."

"???"

"The queen surrounded here with the army, the outside is full of musketeers, we can't get out..."

Other people who didn't know why looked at each other, and their eyes fell on Eleanor.

"Where's the French army?"

"I didn't see it..."

Hetings was stunned, and his hand gripping the hilt of the sword tightened.

This month, he received news that Elizabeth secretly went to France, was assassinated, and that Mary Stuart would send troops to seize the throne of England. The day before yesterday, he received a secret letter from the Duke of Guise. The French fleet had sent [-] soldiers. He will land in England today, cooperate with him from the inside out, first surround the palace, and then control London.

The appearance of Eleanor increased his confidence even more, because only if something happened to the real owner, would the counterfeit be used.

But things started to go wrong.

Some timid ones retreated, hiding behind the crowd and trying to escape. Even the Duke of Norfolk, who had been silent all this time, clenched his fists nervously.

"Then kill all of these people!" With a sudden roar, he ordered his black-clothed knight to shudder, turn around and stare at the members of the Privy Council with blood-red eyes filled with a murderous aura. "Rebels, die!"

"Do you want to make yourself king, my lord?"

"A king without royal blood will not be loved by his lords."

"Yes, we don't recognize it! And no bishop will crown you!"

The ministers who had just waited and watched from each other suddenly united, straightened their backs, held their heads high, as if "even if you kill us, you won't win the hearts of the people".

The sharp blade was embedded in the flesh, and a stream of blood oozed and fell, but Cecil didn't even frown, his face was solemn, calm and stable. Even if he died at the hands of the Duke today, he was sacrificed for faith and justice.

"Norfolk?" The Duke looked to his comrades.

The latter didn't speak, and silently looked away.

The cold December wind blew a breath of blood, accompanied by deafening noises rolling in from all directions, as if the earth was shaking.Corpses littered the field outside Hampton Court Palace, bloody mutilated limbs and arms were everywhere, and the air was filled with a fishy smell and stench.

Elizabeth wore silver-gray armor and was riding on horseback. Her dazzling red hair was blown into the air by the cold wind, like a thick and hot halo, gently covering her slender and tall figure, looking down from a height. In this "sea of ​​corpses", the dark light surged from the bottom of his eyes.

Behind her were rows of heavily armored infantry soldiers as impenetrable as copper walls and iron walls, holding spears and shields, heroic and majestic.

I thought that this group of people could make a lot of noise. There are only a thousand hot-headed dead soldiers, who don't even have decent weapons and equipment. They wear black robes and badges as soldiers, and she really laughed.

Looking up, a group of people came around from the left side of the palace gate.

"Your Majesty, all the strongholds of the rebel army have been cleared out, and a small number have fled into the palace, but I have led people to surround the palace."

"Thank you, Sir Capet."

She glanced admiringly at the lieutenant general who had accompanied her to the battlefield, and glanced at the musketeers behind him, "Come out with 20 people, follow me into the palace."

A team of horses from the side came to the two sides behind the Queen neatly and orderly.

"Now go join Sir Pope and seal off the city of London."

"Yes!"

The horse's hooves mercilessly trampled over the scattered corpses, Elizabeth tightened the reins, looked sideways at Little Rose who was following her closely, and the two smiled knowingly.

In fact, there is no need to dispatch her precious Musketeers to deal with this kind of people, but she wants to take this opportunity to beat and frighten those restless Catholic radicals. Her tolerance does not mean weakness.

This is Jiang Xinyan's first time wearing armor, like a heroic soldier about to go to the battlefield, in addition to being fresh and exciting, she is more proud and proud. Finally, she did not hide in the back row for protection, but faced it with her lover Possible danger, for which she begged Elizabeth for a long time.

As soon as they landed in the port of England, they went directly to Devon, where the standing army under Elizabeth's command was deployed. Although it was only a part, the others were distributed in various counties across the country, but it was enough to encircle|suppress the rebels who entered London. They almost There is no time to rest, so I have to put on my armor and mount my horse immediately.

To be on the safe side, the naval fleet stepped up its patrols in England's territorial waters to prevent foreign enemies from taking advantage of it.

Jiang Xinyan held the rein tightly in one hand, and the flintlock pistol that Elizabeth gave her in the other, her arms trembled slightly with excitement, and she felt a wave of blood surging in her chest, even though her shoulders were about to be crushed by this heavy armor up.

Enter the gate of the palace, pass through the three circular stone arches beside the outer court corridor, and go around to the side of the Whitehall. The Privy Council with the gate open is blocked by dozens of black-robed rebels, and Cecil is being held hostage by the Duke of Huttings , Just hearing this movement, everyone's attention was attracted.

"My lord, long time no see."

Elizabeth rode her horse to stop at the front, and the musketeers around her quickly divided into two teams. They raised their matchlock guns and aimed at the men in black. The ordered Royal Guards suddenly knelt down on one knee facing the Queen, and the figure of Sir Norris, Captain of the Guards, appeared in the corridor on the right.

Fortunately, they finally waited for the real queen.

I believe Lord Cecil is right...

"You... aren't you dead?" The Duke shook his hand, his throat moved slightly, subconsciously glanced at Eleanor, and then at her.

One was wearing a crown, trembling with fright, and his face was pale, and the other was wearing armor, calm and expressionless.

"Oh? The Duke of Guise told you that I was assassinated in France, right?" Elizabeth hooked the corners of her lips, her gray-blue pupils filled with sarcasm: "It seems that the double password is indeed very safe, and you are convinced Woolen cloth."

"!!!"

He communicated with the Duke of Guise using two sets of codes to prevent deciphering and forgery by the intelligence agency. Unexpectedly, he underestimated the capabilities of Walsinghan and his men...

"Are you waiting for the French to land?"

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Not long after François II died, Queen Mary, whom you were loyal to, became a widow. The new king is about to ascend the throne. The Guise family will lose power. France will soon be ruled by the Medici. She will not Drift this muddy water."

The news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly smashing all the hopes of Duke Huttings to pieces...

The king of France died, but he didn't know it.

Turning his head, he looked at his accomplice, the Duke of Norfolk, but he didn't find that guy.

Elizabeth lightly raised her hand, then put it down quickly, only to hear the sound of gunshots one after another, and dozens of remaining black-clothed rebels fell to the ground.Duke Huttings turned his head sharply, looked around with staring eyes, turned around behind Cecil, strangled his body with a long|sword across his neck, and roared: "Let me go! Or I will kill him! "

The sharp blade was a little deeper, and finally a pained look appeared on Cecil's face, but it was only for a moment, and he frowned and said nothing.

The melon-eating ministers inside were so frightened that they backed away again and again, and everyone's eyes were on Elizabeth, betting that she would sacrifice her capable general.

Being so close, Jiang Xinyan could clearly see that Elizabeth's hand holding the rein was clenched tightly, and the knuckles of her knuckles turned eerie blue and white...

She was really sweating for Cecil, because judging from the blood flowing more and more on the neck, as long as it was deeper and harder, it would turn into a fountain of blood, and she couldn't help thinking of the night she killed someone .

"Did you hear me!" roared hysterically.

Jiang Xinyan touched the flintlock gun in his hand, feeling a little apprehensive. Her position was just blocked by a cavalryman, and she was in a blind spot, and she was on a slanted side. If she could shoot her head with one shot...

But she didn't believe in her gun skills at all. When Elizabeth taught her to use it, she was scared to death. Holding it in her hand was purely courageous. If she was not careful, she didn't kill the Duke and killed Sisi. What should I do?Her queen might fight her desperately...

Anxious to death.

"Let him go." After a while, Elizabeth spoke slowly.

The man held Cecil back a little bit, using his body as a shield, clenched the sword in his hand, and stared at the people around him vigilantly.

--boom!

A |gun|gun sounded, and Duke Huttings leaned suddenly, a flower of blood exploded on his left shoulder, and the sword in his hand fell with a clang. He instinctively let go of his hand and covered his shoulder. Sir Norris He and two guards immediately rushed over and pushed him to the ground.

Everyone's eyes follow the gun|prestige...

Jiang Xinyan's hand holding the gun kept shaking, her small face was pale, she looked at Elizabeth tremblingly, and swallowed: "I...I want to start..."

Afraid, the gun | The method is useless, and it didn't explode.

Before she could be astonished, Elizabeth caught a glimpse of Cecil sitting on the ground, immediately got off her horse, and rushed over: "William!"

Mrs. Ashley and the others also gathered around...

"Elizabeth, you stinky|bitch|bitch... you will die! Wait for you...! One day...! You will go to hell!" The struggling Duke Huttings yelled, clutching his bleeding shoulder, angrily Get flushed. "And Norfolk..."

"Take him to the Tower of London."

"Yes."