"Now, I announce..."
Sultan diraman''s loud and solemn voice beat Bashar hassadi''s eardrums. He was so excited that he trembled and couldn''t help raising his head.
He knew he shouldn''t look up.
On such a sacred occasion, he should humbly bow his head, listen to the instruction and wait for the sentence, even if he has seen the result of the sentence countless times and simulated it countless times in the bottom of his heart.
But he just couldn''t help it.
He wanted to witness the moment of sentencing with his own eyes. He wanted to see his loyal Prince demonstrate his authority as a sultan and break the chains of treason on himself.
So he finally raised his head.
Bashar, who raised his head, was stunned.
be close by!
Unknowingly, Sultan diraman left the army to protect himself and walked all the way to a position only four or five meters away from Bashar.
Their distance is so close that it is not like that a noble king is about to pardon a traitor who has brought great pain to the country. On the contrary, it is like going back to the distant and near past. The Sudan is still the holy prince with lofty aspirations, and he is still the wooden servant with only loyalty in his heart.
Sultan... The prince still trusts me.
Unspeakable moving moments filled Bashar''s chest. He felt the heat in his eyes. At the moment when tears overflowed, he saw a short flame like a star.
How could there be a fire there?
Before Bashar could figure it out, the gunshot rang in his ear.
Boom!
Something hit him in the chest.
A huge impulse radiated from between his ribs. He was pushed to straighten up and lean back.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The second shock focused on him. In his abdomen, the hot lead bullet penetrated into his skin, pushed and twisted his intestines upward.
Bashar left the ground, stretched his limbs and flew backwards 20 or 30 centimeters from the ground.
Then the third impact hit his knee and forcibly broke his leg at a ridiculous angle, like a broken puppet, which was pulled straight from lying obliquely in the air.
The fourth impact hit him in the chest for the second time, centered on the left chest, and hit a bloody depression in the heart pit.
Before the blood could spray out, the fifth impact came like a shadow. This time, the hot lead bullet was right in the middle of the eyebrow. In front of more than 2000 onlookers, it lifted his skull in mid air.
Blood forward, brain up, Bashar back.
One, he scattered in three directions in the sound of gunfire, dyed the pure white robe of Sultan diraman red, splashed Roy hassadi''s dull face, and knocked over the compact and dense army formation.
"Ba... Bashar." Roy recited his brother''s name blankly.
"Ba... Bashar?" the Sultan suddenly turned back to look for field marshal de qiaz in the crowd. His brain has been filled with accidents and sadness. In the remaining thinking space, de qiaz is the only possible planner for the assassination.
Marshal de chiaz was also confused.
But his confusion did not last long. He soon saw Sudan''s man eating eyes.
He was suddenly blessed.
"The Sultan killed the bandit leader! Soldiers, charge! Destroy the rebels and recover Milani castle!"
"All of them, platoon, release!"
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!
"General, be careful!"
"This is a trap, fight back! Fight back!"
"Look for concealment, load ammunition and fight back!"
Looking at the chaotic rebel sergeant who fell like cutting wheat, marshal de chiaz was satisfied and just wanted to raise his head and laugh three times.
From the beginning, he didn''t believe that the hassadi family would be so easy anyway.
In his opinion, Bashar hasadi''s decision to join the British people at the beginning may really be out of the righteous indignation of being abandoned. After all, due to the relationship between Bashar and diraman, de qiaz did not expect to become the person selected by diraman.
However, diraman chose him and made him escape from the slavery of the British. Although this matter finally made him suffer inhuman torture and left him with lifelong disability, it was not diraman''s intention. He was only grateful to diraman and de qiaz.
judge others by oneself.
De chiaz felt how grateful he was to diraman, and how much Bashar hated diraman.
Under such a package of hatred, it is entirely understandable that patriots such as Bashar turn to the embrace of the British. It is also human to return to Dilman''s command immediately after the misunderstanding is solved. There is no doubt.
But Bashar is Bashar and Milani castle is Milani castle.
The leader of this castle is Roy hassadi of the disloyal family. There is no such complex emotional support as Bashar between Roy and diraman, and there is no such complex emotional support as Bashar between the whole hassadi family and Milani castle and diraman with this family as the backbone.
The whole Sultanate knows that the loyalty of the disloyal family only belongs to the imams thousands of miles away. They will betray the Sultanate at any time, for any reason and at any time.
Why should they keep up with Bashar?
Name? For profit? Or was the Imam who preached in the round Castle able to give an Oracle early on for today''s situation?
Obviously, none of this is possible!
The old de chiaz firmly believed that Roy hassadi had no reason to go anyway. If so, Mirani castle had gone anyway as early as the arrival of the Sultan''s messenger. There was no need for the Sultan to declare a pardon.
De chiaz felt that he had seen through everything and told diraman everything. Unfortunately, the young Sultan only wanted to clear up his grievances for his important ministers who were close as brothers, and couldn''t listen to his advice at all.
In desperation, de chiaz could only sharpen the blade secretly.
In order to prevent hunters from ambushing Sudan in the mountains, he consulted the firing range of all long barrel muskets in Europe and arranged a declaration guard with a radius of 150 meters and a total of 1000 people in line with the landform of Harar mountain.
In order to prevent someone from shooting Sudan from the head of the city, he selected the best and fastest shooters from the guard to follow around the Sudan, and selected capable officers to make every soldier tense his heart and fill every gun with bullets
Who knows, the gunfire finally rang out, and after the guard array that could never hide the killer, five shots in a row accurately and cruelly killed Bashar hassadi, the core figure on the side of Milani castle.
God given Sudan!
De chiaz read through the great castle restoration plan from di Raman''s eyes with only one look at each other.
The foolish and naive Bashar tore up the relationship between Mirani castle and the British, continued to use his innocence to lead the garrison of the castle out of the castle, deterred the garrison of the castle by shooting near execution, launched a raid to wipe out the rebels, recovered Mirani castle in an all-round way, and explained to the people who died miserably in the night of burning Hong Kong with the bodies of the rebels and the British, so as to publicize the benevolence and Wisdom, and power!
What a perfect plan!
More importantly, de qiaz never thought that he had such a tacit understanding with the young Sudan. He prepared a series of means to prevent rebel attacks. Now he has changed and suddenly become a powerful weapon to destroy the rebels!
He looked up at the sky excitedly and shouted, "hurry up and load the bomb, the drums sound! Shoot for the glory of the Sudan!"
……
Dense bullets swept through the camp of Milani garrison like a wave. Roy hassadi was pressed behind the horse and couldn''t lift his head. He could only watch his loyal soldiers fall.
He hates me!
The towering hatred points not to the Englishman who brutally killed his brother, but to the young Sultan dilaman, who is heavily defended in the army and is extremely hypocritical.
This is a trap!
The response of the Sudanese guard was too fast. Whenever diraman wanted to pardon the hassadi family, these soldiers could not respond to the orders of the officers so quickly and complete a series of tactical actions such as array, aiming and pulling the trigger in the shortest time.
Milani''s garrison suffered heavy losses in the first wave of bullet rain.
At least 200 people were killed in the raid, and at least 100 others were killed or injured in the search for shelter.
This number accounts for almost half of the people out of the city
Fortunately, in order to give Bashar the illusion that they were in control of the British, most of the troops did not march out of the city. In order to cooperate with Lorraine''s plan, the officers who left the city were more or less prepared for changes.
Although the changes in the plan were completely different from those now, with limited psychological preparation, most of those officers narrowly avoided the first round of volley and organized soldiers to launch a counterattack from behind the bunker in the shortest time.
The key now is the city gate!
Roy stared at the closed gate behind him with red eyes.
The drums of the Sudanese guard sounded, and the second round of Volley came. Even with enough shelter protection, his soldiers were still shot and killed in a large number in the counterattack.
But the gate was still quiet.
"Lorraine Drake... Never, never betray my trust..."
Round three, round four
The attack of the Sudanese guard is getting smoother and smoother. They have formed an array and pressed forward slowly with the drum. Correspondingly, Roy''s sergeants were more and more difficult to organize a counterattack. Once the brave soldiers took the lead, they would become the target of fire collection almost instantly, and died on the spot with several bullets.
The fifth round, the sixth round, the seventh round... Roy hassadi finally heard the long-awaited sound of nature.
Karen shouted at the head of the city, "the governor has an order to open the gate!"
"The guard suppresses the assault from the front, the Musketeers shoot freely relying on the battlements, the artillery array targets the castle ramp, five bursts of rapid fire, and break the enemy''s back!"
"Raise the flag! Fight back!"