HCB Chapter 468: Homecoming
Chapter 468: Homecoming
John slowly stood up from the coffin. The soldiers stared at him closely, their eyes full of awe and surprise.
John sat quietly in the coffin, looking around. His calm and majestic eyes made the soldiers feel an inexplicable sense of security.
A moment later, John walked out of the coffin, and the soldiers hurriedly made way to both sides to make a passage for John.
He stood in front of the soldiers, looking at everyone. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everyone's heart.
"soldiers!"
John's voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the air like a bell.
The sound seemed to have a magical power, instantly quieting the noisy soldiers.
He took a deep breath and continued:
"When I was unconscious, my consciousness rose to the sky. In that high place, I saw scenes that ordinary people could not imagine."
Hearing this, the soldiers began to whisper to each other again, with shocked expressions on their faces.
"Lord John actually ascended into the sky! This is simply incredible!"
A young soldier whispered.
"I know this. This is going up to heaven, and going down is hell."
John raised his hand slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then continued:
"A man who looked like an angel appeared before me. His figure was noble and holy, and he exuded a soft light."
There was a look of awe in his eyes, as if he had really seen the legendary angel.
"The angel told me that I was called to heaven by the God of Light."
"I followed the angel to the palace of the God of Light. The palace was magnificent and shone with dazzling light."
The soldiers' eyes were wide open, their faces filled with shock and astonishment.
They imagined they could see the sacred palace that John had described, and were filled with awe and admiration.
"In the palace of the God of Light, I met the God of Light. He was extremely majestic, and his eyes were like a mirror that saw through everything."
There was a look of reverence and piety in John's eyes.
“The God of Light gave me a revelation. He said that the arrogance and conceit of Ludwig and the nobles of the Yoda Empire led to one war after another, resulting in the loss of countless lives and the destruction of countless families.
"They plundered the land, oppressed the people, and committed serious crimes."
"Now, the God of Light is furious. He will personally punish Ludwig and make him pay a heavy price for his actions."
The soldiers listened quietly. They recalled the atrocities committed by the Yoda Empire, the villages destroyed by war, the families who lost their loved ones, and the people who were displaced. A feeling of anger and compassion welled up in their hearts.
"Most importantly, the God of Light saw our deeds and felt our piety. He told me that we can return to our homes now."
When the soldiers heard this and saw John coming back to life, they all believed it without a doubt.
"We follow Lord John!"
one of the soldiers shouted.
"Go home! Go home!"
Other soldiers responded.
"Captains of the thousand!"
John shouted.
"Pass on my order, let the soldiers assemble and march west!"
The captains responded in unison:
"Yes!"
They moved quickly, conveying John's orders.
When the soldiers heard the order, they took action one after another. They quickly gathered and lined up into neat rows.
Their eyes were fixed on John, full of trust and loyalty.
John raised his hand slightly and signaled to the soldiers.
Then he mounted his horse, turned his horse and headed west, with the soldiers following closely behind him.
They marched westward along the road with firm steps.
The orderly footsteps, like the drumbeats of victory, echoed in the air.
The sunlight shines on them, giving them a golden glow.
At this time in the imperial palace, Ludwig was hiding in his bedroom, his heart filled with despair and fear.
The situation in the imperial capital was becoming increasingly critical, and the food was about to run out. He didn't know how long he could hold on.
Suddenly, an official rushed into the bedroom in a panic and went straight to Ludwig's bedroom.
"Your Majesty! There is good news!"
The official gasped:
"The Midlanders have withdrawn!"
Ludwig was hiding in the bed. When he heard this, he suddenly opened the quilt and asked in a deep voice:
"Is this serious?"
The official nodded excitedly and said:
"It's confirmed. The Midlans have already marched westward."
"What's the reason for the retreat?"
Ludwig asked anxiously, frowning.
He was full of doubts and didn't understand why the Midlan people suddenly retreated.
The official shook his head and said:
"do not know."
After hearing this, Ludwig fell into deep thought.
He thought about it and felt that it was very likely that nobles in the territory came to rescue, and the Midland army outside fled.
"Hurry up and send scouts to continue the investigation."
Ludwig said excitedly. A glimmer of hope ignited in his heart. Maybe there is still a chance for the Yoda Empire to turn around.
At noon, the sun was scorching the earth, and the entire imperial capital was filled with an atmosphere of tension and anxiety.
The scouts' horses came galloping over, the sound of their hooves as rapid as drumbeats.
He arrived at the palace gate, panting and falling off his horse, rushed into the palace without caring about his image, knelt on one knee, and reported loudly:
"Your Majesty, Count Castori and the armies of several counts are heading towards the imperial capital!"
"Quickly call them into the imperial capital to protect me! Go!"
Ludwig shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice revealing desperation and urgency, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
The east city gate slowly opened with a heavy creaking sound, and hundreds of knights poured in like a tide.
They held various flags in their hands, their lances flashed coldly in the sun, and they rode tall horses and galloped into the imperial capital at lightning speed.
The officer guarding the city wanted to step forward to dissuade him, and just as he opened his mouth he shouted:
"you……"
Before he could finish his words, he was surrounded by the infantrymen who came later.
The soldiers were as ferocious as wolves and tigers. The officer defending the city was instantly pinned to the ground by several soldiers and his struggle was futile.
Soon, a large number of soldiers entered the imperial capital like a raging torrent. The already small number of city defense troops were unable to cope with this sudden attack.
They were scattered and could only watch as these soldiers took control of the walls of the entire imperial capital.
Ludwig stood in the palace, looking at the increasing number of soldiers at the gate, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.
“There are too many people here.”
Ludwig frowned and whispered, his eyes revealing fear and confusion.
"Excuse me, where is Count Castori? I...I have something important to discuss with him."
Ludwig pretended to remain calm, stood inside the palace, and shouted to the soldiers outside the palace gate.
His questions received no response, only the soldiers' cold gazes and neat standing postures, which made Ludwig very angry.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, and Count Reginale rode outside the palace.
With a ferocious look on his face, he yelled at Ludwig:
"Ludwig, you bastard!"
The voice was sharp and piercing, filled with endless hatred and anger.
"We have nothing to say to you, a person without any bottom line. Come on, charge in and capture Ludwig alive!"
Count Reginale roared loudly with his eyes wide open.
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers outside rushed up madly like a tide.
They quickly climbed over the wall into the palace and opened the gate. The soldiers outside rushed in like locusts.
The guards rushed forward to stop them, but they were outnumbered and were quickly killed by Count Reginale's soldiers.
"You are planning a rebellion!"
When Ludwig saw this, he immediately cursed and tried to scare them away with the charge of treason, but he was soon knocked to the ground by the soldiers who rushed up.
His face was filled with fear and unwillingness, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes.
There was chaos in the palace, with the sound of soldiers' footsteps and shouts of killing coming one after another.
Ludwig lay on the ground, looking at the sky above his head, his heart full of regret.
He regretted his original decision and regretted not governing the country well, which led to his current desperate situation.
But there are no "ifs" in history. Every loser in this war must be judged, and even those who are descendants of the emperor cannot escape unscathed.