noon.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, artillery shells were flying through the air, and houses were destroyed by the artillery fire. The special forces soldiers hiding in the buildings could no longer hold on, and could only fight and retreat, and began to evacuate to the Imperial Fort.

In the ruins, the rebels were finally able to advance steadily, but Dinger, one of the rebels, had an undisguised sadness on his face as he walked through the ruins.

There were corpses lying all over the ruins. Although most of them were members of the special forces, many civilians also died.

Although he knew that this was unavoidable, Dingle was still heartbroken when he saw these innocent people die in the war.

The other soldiers' faces did not show the joy they had shown in the past when they had achieved victory.

Because at this moment, they can't even judge whether what they are doing is right. The only motivation supporting their actions is the "orders" from their superiors.

The superiors said that this was what had to be done and that they had to shoot, so they shot.

There was no firm belief left in their hearts anymore, only the execution of orders remained, and almost everyone began to become numb, just like a loaded gun in their hands, waiting for an order to shoot.

"Kaladi led the hunting cavalry to break through from the park behind the Royal Castle. Dingle, we have to change our route and follow them into the Royal Castle from there."

Dingle, who was leading the soldiers on the journey, was patted on the shoulder in a trance. When he turned around, he saw the slightly excited face of Colonel Tennis.

"Blanca Park?" Dingle asked, calming down.

"Yes, Blanca Park, the defense there has been broken, and the hunting cavalry have already charged in, but assault infantry are still needed to enter the Royal Castle," Tenis explained.

Dingle nodded: "Okay, let's go now."

Tenis hummed, and continued with a little excitement: "If we can successfully enter the Royal Castle from there, victory will soon belong to us!"

Hearing this, Dingle was a little dazed and muttered to himself: "Victory?"

"How can there be victory?" He did not say the second half of the sentence, but raised his head to look at the gray sky, then lowered his head and looked forward:

"Let's go and capture the Royal Castle."

-

Royal Castle, in the meeting room on the second floor of the underground fortress.

Although there were several wall lamps lit on the walls, the light was still not enough to dispel the shadows on people's faces in this cramped space.

Von Palen, who had changed into clean clothes, stood with his hands behind his back, his back to the long conference table. On the left and right sides of the table stood several officials. Everyone looked listless, with unconcealable sadness between their brows.

At this moment, a hurried sound of footsteps came from far away. Everyone raised their heads and looked towards the door. Bowerman appeared in everyone's sight with big strides.

Then the anxious question arose: "What's going on, Bowerman?"

Bormann did not answer, but went straight to von Palen. He wanted to whisper something, but just as he approached, von Palen turned around, looked at him and said:

"Let's just say it. Everyone has the right to know."

Bormann's face darkened, and he said, "A group of rebels broke in from Blanca Park. They are the hunting cavalry of Karadi. They are fighting with us now. In other directions, the rebels seem to be trying to surround the Royal Castle."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone at the table changed their expressions.

One person was surprised and said: "Karadi...how could he...why would he participate in the rebellion? He was just awarded a medal at the beginning of last month..."

As soon as the words fell, another officer gnashed his teeth and shouted:

"This shameless guy has finally revealed his true colors! I've always thought he was a hypocrite! Damn it!"

"How dare he betray his country! This bastard!"

Someone else asked:

"Then...has the news of Wolfgang's rebellion been sent out of the city? What about those who did not participate in the rebellion? Did they take action?"

A series of questions made Bormann's face look even gloomier. He did not answer but looked at von Paalen who remained silent.

After a night of fighting, the man was surprisingly calm, unlike the anger he had shown when the front lines were losing battles.

"Wait a little longer." At this time, von Palen suddenly spoke.

As soon as von Palen finished speaking, an official said in a hurry: "But Your Majesty, the situation is very bad now. According to your request, we can't even leave the Royal Castle now."

"If you allow us, perhaps we could..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Palen looked at him coldly and interrupted: "Do you want to go out?"

"No...no...no, I have no intention of going out." The man became visibly panicked and waved his hands quickly.

Bormann then said, "Okay, everyone, don't worry too much. The situation is not that bad. Wolfgang's rebellious behavior has made him a sinner. The troops of other armies are taking action, but this will take some time."

"As your majesty said, we need to wait a little longer."

"The rebellion will be suppressed soon, and those traitors led by Wolfgang will receive the final judgment!"

After these words were spoken, everyone's expressions finally eased.

"Then... let's wait a little longer. I know that guy Wolfgang..." An official was talking, but von Palen suddenly walked towards the door and said:

"Bowlerman, come up with me."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Bormann agreed and followed immediately. Before leaving, he stopped again, glanced at everyone in the conference room, and warned:

"Everyone, don't panic. Trust His Majesty, trust our army, and trust those who hold justice in their hearts. We will successfully eliminate these traitors. The current riot is just a small test for us."

After he finished speaking, he said no more and trotted to catch up with von Palen.

In the meeting room, after nearly a minute of silence, an official said hesitantly:

"There has never been such a rebellion in all these years, or...it was started by people led by Wolfgang. Is the army really under our control now?"

There was silence for a few minutes, until an elderly official sighed and replied:

"Minister Lutz, it is obvious that our military has lost control, and I think... we should all understand the root cause of the loss of control."

-

The top floor of the Royal Palace.

Standing at the window sill with his hands behind his back, von Palen looked into the distance.

Puffs of black smoke were rising into the sky, the sound of gunfire had not stopped since last night, and he had not slept all night because of this.

"How can people change so much, Bowerman?" he asked suddenly.

"Hmm?" Bowerman, who was following beside him, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I don't quite understand what you mean."