Someone once asked me, what is the purpose of this siege, is it for the country? For the king?
I asked him to take a look at the battlefield.
I was sitting on a war horse. Next to me were the king, Charles, and all the knights. An army of 300,000 people was ready to go, and murderous intent filled the wilderness.
In front of me is a hundred-meter-high city wall, with the same murderous rebels on top. Behind the city wall is the first royal capital in the mainland.
Behind me is the red carpet, the magnificent wedding scene, the catapult is the bridesmaid, the knight is the audience, the ground is decorated with blood, and the oath is sung with the long sword.
I raised my sword and pointed it directly at the royal capital. The neighing of the war horse highlighted my declaration:
"Come on! Let's start our war!"
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