Amid the thousands of shouts, some excited people even ran to the podium, shouting:

"Miracle! It's a miracle!"

"Goddess Saint Marlene bless your majesty!"

The guards in front of the podium stopped the oncoming crowd, and at this time, a guard whispered something in the ear of Bauermann on the podium. His face changed immediately, and he stretched out his finger to make a signal. The guards who were originally standing on both sides of von Palen rushed forward and formed a human wall again to block von Palen tightly.

"Your Majesty, you must leave immediately." Bormann said to von Palen in a low voice with a serious expression.

Von Palen turned a deaf ear to him. He still raised his fist and shouted loudly: "My compatriots! I need you and me..."

Bormann frowned, grabbed von Palen's arm, and urged: "Your Majesty, you need to leave immediately!"

"No! It's not enough, it's not enough! I still need a little more time!" Feng Palen said sternly with his head down.

"No, Your Majesty, you have to leave immediately!" Bormann said in a firm tone, and without saying anything, he pulled von Palen towards the carriage below the stage. The short distance was already filled with alert guards.

Feng Palen struggled hard and gritted his teeth and said, "Wait a little longer!"

As he was speaking, the crowd outside the podium who were concerned about von Palen's injury rushed over again. Bormann looked at these people with a stern look, then turned to the guards and said:

"Tell them to retreat immediately. His Majesty is injured. Although his life is not in danger, he needs immediate treatment!"

“Disband the assembly!”

The guards were about to follow orders, but von Palen stopped them: "Wait!"

The guards were a little at a loss for a moment, but they did not forget their duties. They still blocked the podium, preventing the crowd from approaching and kept shouting at them to leave.

At this moment, urgent shouts came from the crowd near the podium:

"How is your Majesty?"

"Is his injury serious?"

"Why are you stopping us?! We need to see His Majesty!"

Hearing these voices, Bormann's face became even more stern. He pulled von Palen, who wanted to continue his speech, and warned him again: "Your Majesty, there are assassins hiding among these people!"

"You have to go back now! You can't take any more risks!"

Von Palen, who had been struggling, was already breathing rapidly. He gasped and said, "This is the best opportunity. I must seize this moment!"

"That's enough, Your Majesty! Your plan has succeeded!" Bormann said anxiously.

"No! Not enough! Not enough!" Von Palen broke free from Bormann's grasp, pushed the guards who were blocking him, and shouted to the crowd:

"Our empire is being invaded by the enemy! But we will never surrender, these..."

The intermittent sound finally came out, and suddenly.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Are you okay?!"

Several men actually rushed directly towards the guards and shouted at von Palen at the top of their lungs, their faces full of worry and concern, because they had seen von Palen's face emerging from behind the human wall.

That's when.

"sieve!"

"sieve!"

Two barely audible voices rang out amid the chaotic shouts, and Bowerman, who had keen hearing, caught these two voices.

His face suddenly changed, and the moment he heard the sound, he lunged forward and used his tall body to press von Palen to the ground.

Von Palen, who was suddenly crushed, felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. The heavy force even made his chest hurt by the iron plate.

"Damn it, you...what are you doing?!"

As soon as Feng Palen squeezed out a sound from his throat, he saw a guard in front of him fall down, followed by the scream of another guard. At the same time, the alarm sounded anxiously:

"There are assassins!"

"There are assassins!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

A series of nervous shouts were heard, and von Palen finally realized what was happening.

"Your Majesty! Are you not hurt?" Bormann, who was holding von Palen tightly under him, asked anxiously.

"It's okay," von Palen gasped back.

After hearing the answer, Bormann was still worried and hurriedly touched von Palen's body, fearing that he had just been injured. At the same time, he also gave orders to the guards in a stern voice:

"Don't move, let the people below deal with the assassin!"

In fact, that's exactly what the guards did. They formed a human wall, tightly protecting von Palen in the center without leaving any gaps, while the guards under the podium were killing the assassins.

The guards had only seen three assassins so far, and more than twenty seconds ago, all three had attacked simultaneously when von Palen showed his face.

They used not muskets but sleeve arrows, which were portable, light, easy to disguise and carry, but they only shot two arrows. One arrow hit a guard in the middle of the eyebrows, and the other arrow hit a guard in the left eye, killing one and injuring another.

However, the arrow shot by the third assassin malfunctioned and pierced his own palm. As a result, the third assassin was knocked to the ground by the guards who rushed over while screaming.

The other two assassins who shot the arrows turned around and fled, jumping straight into the crowd. The guards below the stage immediately rushed over to capture them.

Within a minute, the two assassins were not caught by the guards, but were knocked to the ground by the angry people. At this time, the two assassins were being pinned to the ground and beaten by dozens of angry people.

The guards rushed forward to stop them. They knew they had to torture the two men to extract information. But within a minute, the guards realized it was too late.

The two assassins could not withstand the beatings and kicks that lasted less than a minute. The angry crowd almost tore them to pieces. There were large patches of blood on the ground, even containing some human tissue.

This bloody scene even made the guards feel horrified.

At the same time, when the guards in front brought the news that the assassin had been dealt with, Bormann did not dare to delay. He carefully helped von Palen up from the ground and protected him as he began to walk down the stage. On both sides, the guards formed a human wall.

Outside the podium, when Wolfgang saw the huge crowd walking down from the stage, he shouted urgently:

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, are you okay?!"

The guards were silent and blocked von Palen tightly. Bormann even opened his arms and used his large leather coat to protect von Palen under him.

Seeing no one respond, Wolfgang said to the officers beside him:

"We have to go and see how His Majesty is doing!"

"We must protect His Majesty! We must not let him get hurt again!"

As they spoke, the officer immediately followed Wolfgang and ran towards the guards, but the guards stopped them all.

"Don't come near!" a guard shouted sternly.

Wolfgang was furious and shouted, "Get out of the way! We have a duty to protect His Majesty!"

The voice just fell.

"Get out of my way!" A hoarse roar rang out from the crowd.

When Wolfgang turned his head, he saw a fierce and ferocious face behind the guards. It was Bormann.