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"Now, I declare..."

Sultan Dilaman’s loud and solemn voice was drumming on Bashar Hasadi’s eardrums. He trembled with excitement and couldn’t help but raised his head.

He knew he shouldn't look up.

On such a sacred occasion, he should humbly bow his head, listen to the instructions, and wait for the sentence to be pronounced, even if the result of the sentence has already been read countless times, he has simulated it countless times in his heart.

But he just couldn't help it.

He wanted to witness the moment when the sentence was pronounced with his own eyes. He wanted to see his loyal prince show his authority as a sultan and break the shackles of treason on him.

So he finally raised his head.

Bashar, who raised his head, was stunned.

So close!

Unknowingly, the Sultan of Diraman left the army that protected him and walked all the way to a position only four or five meters away from Bashar.

They are so close, it’s not like a noble king is about to pardon a traitor who has caused great pain to the country. On the contrary, it seems to have returned to a past that seems far and near. The sultan is still the holy prince with lofty aspirations. , He was still the dull servant with only loyalty in his heart.

Sultan... The prince still trusts me.

The unspeakable touch instantly filled Bashar's chest. He felt the heat under his eyes. At the moment when the tears overflowed, he saw a short flame like a shining star.

Why is there a fire there?

Before Bashar could understand, the gunshots rang in his ears.

Bang!

Something hit his chest.

The huge momentum radiated from between his ribs, and he was pushed to straighten up, his body leaning back.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The second shock focused on him. In the abdomen, the hot lead bullet penetrated into the skin, pushing his intestines and twisting upward.

Bashar left the ground, stretched his limbs, and flew backwards at a distance of twenty or thirty centimeters from the ground.

Immediately after the third impact, he hit his knee and forcibly broke his leg at a ridiculous angle, like a broken puppet, being pulled straight in the air from reclining.

The fourth shock hit his chest for the second time, centered on the left chest, and smashed the **** and vague depression in the position of his heart.

Before the blood had time to squirt out, the fifth impact followed like a shadow. This time the scorching lead bullet was centered on the center of the eyebrows, in front of the eyes of more than two thousand onlookers, in mid-air, flying his skull.

The blood is forward, the brain is upward, and Bashar is backward.

One he scattered in three directions amid gunshots, dyed the white robe of Sultan Diraman red, splashed with Roy Hasadi's sluggish face, and overturned the compact and dense army.

"Ba... Bashar." Roy chanted his brother's name blankly.

"Ba... Bashar?" The Sultan turned his head to look for Marshal De Chiaz in the crowd. His mind was filled with accidents and grief. In the only thinking space left, De Chiaz was the only possibility to assassinate. Planner.

Marshal Deciaz was also confused.

But his confusion did not last long, and soon he saw the ferocious look in Sudan's cannibalistic eyes.

He was suddenly blessed to his soul.

"The Sultan killed the bandit! Fighters, charge! Suppress the treason, and restore Milani Castle!"

"All of them, platoon guns, let go!"

Bang bang bang bang!

"General, be careful!"

"This is a trap, counterattack! Counterattack!"

"Find concealment on the spot, reload, and fight back!"

Seeing the rebel sergeant who fell in a mess like cutting wheat, Marshal Deciaz was so proud that he just wanted to raise his head and laugh three times.

He didn't believe that the Hasadi family would be so easily anyway from the beginning.

In his opinion, the beginning of Bashar Hasadi’s refuge in the British may really be out of the righteous indignation of being abandoned. After all, with Bashar’s relationship with Diraman, De Qiaz never expected that he would Become the one chosen by Dilaman.

However, Dilaman chose him and made him escape the slavery of the British. Although this incident eventually caused him to suffer inhuman torture and a lifelong disability, it was not Dilaman's original intention. I only have gratitude to Dilaman and De Qiaz.

Save others by oneself.

De Qiaz felt that he was grateful for Dillahman, and Bashar should have hated Dillahman.

Under such hatred, it is completely understandable for patriots like Bashar to switch to the embrace of the British, and it is natural to return to Dilaman immediately after the misunderstanding is resolved, no doubt.

However, Bashar is Bashar and Mirani Castle is Mirani Castle.

The leader of this castle is Roy Hasadi of the unfaithful family. There is no such complicated emotional support between Roy and Diraman as Bashar. The entire Hasadi family and Milani who use this family as the backbone There is no such complicated emotional support between the castle and Dillaman as Bashar.

The entire sultanate knows that the loyalty of the unfaithful family only belongs to imams thousands of miles away, and they will betray the sultanate at any time, for any reason and at any time.

Why should they keep up with Bashar's pace?

For the name? For benefit? Or was the imam who was preaching in the round fort able to tell the prophet that he had issued an oracle for today's situation long ago?

Obviously, none of this is possible!

The old-fashioned Dekiaz firmly believes that Roy Hasadi has no reason anyway. If there is, then Mirani Castle would have been there anyway when the Sudanese messenger arrived, and there is no need to make any extra effort to let the Sudan proclaim an amnesty.

De Qiaz felt that he had seen everything and told Dilaman everything. Unfortunately, the young sultan only wanted to clear his grievances for his brother-like officials, and could not listen to his advice.

In desperation, De Qiaz can only sharpen the 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 150-meter radius to match the topography of the Harald Mountain, with a full 1,000-man declaration guard.

In order to prevent someone from shooting Sudan from the city’s head, he chose the best and fastest shooter from the guards to follow Sudan, and selected officers who are capable and responsible, so that every soldier's heartstrings will be tightened and every one will be given to every soldier. The gun is loaded with bullets...

Who knows that the gunfire eventually rang out, and it was from the guard line where the killer could never be hidden, five consecutive shots accurately and cruelly shot the core figure of the Milani Castle side, Bashar Hasadi .

Godsend Sultan!

De Chiaz read through Dilaman's eyes through this great castle restoration plan in just one glance.

Using the stupid and innocent Bashar to tear the relationship between Milani Castle and the British, continue to use his innocence to draw the castle garrison out of the castle, use near-punishment shooting methods to deter the castle garrison, launch a surprise attack to wipe out the rebels, all-round Recover Mirani Castle and use the corpses of the rebels and the British to give an explanation to the people who died tragically in the night of Burning Port, so as to promote the benevolence, wisdom, and strength of the new Sultan!

What a perfect plan!

More importantly, De Qiaz never thought that he would have such a tacit understanding with the young sultan. He prepared a series of methods to prevent the rebels from attacking. Now it has changed, and it has suddenly become a magic weapon to destroy the rebels!

He excitedly yelled up to the sky: "Hurry up and reload, the drums are sounding! For the glory of the Sultan, shoot!"

...

Intensive bullets swept across Milani's garrison like a wave. Roy Hassadi was crushed behind Juma and couldn't raise his head. He could only watch his loyal fighters fall in pieces.

He hates it!

The monstrous hatred is not directed at the British who cruelly murdered his brother, but at the hypocritical young Sultan Diraman who was heavily defended in the army.

This is a trap!

The response of the Sudanese Guard was too fast. As long as Dilaman wants to pardon the Hasadi family, these soldiers will not be able to respond to the officer’s orders so quickly to complete the array, aim, and pull in the shortest time. A series of tactical actions such as the trigger.

Milani’s garrison suffered heavy losses in the first wave of bullets.

At least two hundred people were killed in the raid, and at least one hundred people were killed or injured in the process of finding shelter.

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

Fortunately, in order to give Bashar the illusion that they controlled the British, most of the troops did not go out of the city, and in order to cooperate with Lorraine's plan, the officers who went out of the city were somewhat prepared for the accident.

Although the planned changes were completely different from the current ones, with limited psychological preparation, most of the officers managed to avoid the first round of salvos and organized soldiers in the shortest possible time to launch a counterattack from behind the bunker.

The key now is the gate!

Roy stared at the closed gate behind him with crimson eyes, anxious.

The drums of the Sudanese Guard rang, and the second round of volleys followed. Even if there were enough bunkers for protection, his soldiers were still shot in large numbers in the counterattack.

But the city gate remained silent.

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The third round, the fourth round...

The offensive of the Sudanese Guards became smoother and smoother. They had formed a formation and moved in slowly with the drums. Correspondingly, it became increasingly difficult for Roy's sergeants to organize a counterattack. Once the brave soldiers appeared, they would almost instantly become the target of the fire, and they were killed on the spot with several bullets.

The fifth round, the sixth round, the seventh round... Roy Hasadi finally heard the natural sound he had been waiting for.

Karen shouted from the city head: "The admiral has an order, open the city gate!"

"The guard suppressed the assault from the front, and the muskets relied on the battlements to fire freely, the artillery group targeted the castle ramp, five rounds of rapid fire, cut the enemy's back!"

"Raise the flag! Fight back!"

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