As night fell, the fourth day passed quietly.

In the city of Vienna, in the camps of the Prussian and Saxony army, the soldiers slept peacefully in such a tense and cramped atmosphere.

Everyone understands that there is an arduous battle waiting for them tomorrow. It is possible that many living people will die now, but at the moment, no one is willing to think about these things, they are just falling into a peaceful sleep.

There was only one person, and he didn't sleep very peacefully...

The general of the Prussian Legion, Keiros, once again fell into a deep dream.

This dream seems to be related to the last dream. To be honest, this dream is more like the prelude to the last dream.

In the dream, Keiros was also standing in this camp, holding a long sword in his hand, and was calmly commanding the battle.

Outside the camp, the Prussian army had already assembled a phalanx and was rushing towards the city walls of Vienna in batches. The soldiers shouted and shouted, full of momentum.

They carried long siege ladders on their shoulders and rushed forward in groups, as if they were beasts who didn't know what death was. Even if some people were shot by arrows, they could still support them to rush forward.

In the dream, the bravery of the Prussian Legion soldiers was magnified ten times, which could be said to be invincible.

Giant siege tanks have already built the Changban Bridge on the city wall of Vienna. Behind are a row of more than a dozen catapults, throwing the burning gunpowder barrels to the city wall of Vienna. Each gunpowder barrel falls to the ground and can blow up a ball of fireballs with a diameter of over 100 meters. Their power is extremely terrifying.

Keiros's perspective is very strange. Although he is in the camp, he feels that he can see every picture on the battlefield, and even things that he cannot usually pay attention to can clearly appear in his mind at this moment.

He was like looking at the ground in the clouds. In his eyes, the soldiers of Habsburg were as weak as sheep. A Prussian soldier rushed to the top of the city and slashed over three soldiers guarding the city with one knife. He roared bravely and rushed towards the other soldiers guarding the city.

In the camp in Prussia below, there were soldiers constantly rushing over. They climbed up the city walls of Vienna one by one and started a violent fight. Each person could often take away the lives of more than a dozen soldiers guarding the city before they would die.

On the other hand, the Saxon soldiers who were attacking at the same time looked very weak. After so long, they had not yet attacked the city wall, and all their troops gathered under the city wall.

Although in a dream, Keiros was able to make some simple thoughts, and this idea came to his mind:

"Haha, the weak Saxony, Vienna is really vulnerable. From this point of view, I can only conquer Vienna with 10,000 soldiers... Yes, if I conquer Vienna, I will become the emperor. This is the prelude to the dream yesterday."

Just when he thought of the emperor, his heart suddenly stumbled, and then he naturally thought of Emperor Charles VI.

"Charles VI, where is he?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Keiros found Charles VI on the wall. Just like the daytime situation today, Charles VI stood on the high city tower, facing him, smiling.

Such a confident and majestic smile...

"How could he still laugh!" Keiros suddenly felt a fierce anger, as if Charles VI's smile was a great insult to him: "No! You can't laugh! You should cry, your city will fall, and your life will end, you should! Cry for me!!!"

Keiros roared angrily at the emperor, but this time, the dream was not diverted by his will. Emperor Charles VI on the city tower was still smiling, still with that confident and majestic smile.

At this moment, a fire suddenly caught on the city wall. The fire came inexplicably and spread to the entire city wall almost instantly. In the blink of an eye, the city wall in Vienna became a wall of fire.

The heat waves soared into the sky and the flames spread. Looking closely, it turned out that the flames actually emerged from the bodies of the soldiers guarding the city.

"Conspiracy! This is a conspiracy!"

Suddenly, the Prussian soldiers screamed in pain, as if they were thrown into hell and were tortured, and their screams were so miserable and painful.

Keiros panicked, he could only stare at the flames that engulfed his soldiers, and could only look at the smile of Emperor Charles VI, but could not do anything.

"Not good, Saxony has betrayed these damn Northland bastards!"

Another voice came to Keilos's ears, which shocked him like a muffled thunder. At the same time, a strong sense of fear spread rapidly.

Under the city wall, flames suddenly ignited on the Saxon cavalry. One by one, the soldiers were riding on war horses, as if the flame demons rushed out of hell rushed towards the Prussian camp.

Saxon's sudden invasion immediately caused heavy damage to the Prussian Legion. Even if the Prussian soldiers were extremely brave, they could not resist the gushing flames. Soon a large number of soldiers were ignited and gradually turned into ashes and drifted into the air.

Keiros' eyes were red: "Damn, these Northland bastards! Retreat, retreat!"

Anger did not make him lose his mind. Keiros issued an emergency retreat order, and he wanted to preserve the strength of the Prussian army. As long as these soldiers were saved, they would have hope of making a comeback.

However, just behind the Prussian military camp, a huge flame suddenly ignited, and the flames rushed down the hillside behind, completely cutting off their retreat.

In the midst of a chaotic flame, countless flags were floating there, and it was recognized that those flags were the flags of Charles VI's reinforcements.

A stream of ice water poured on Keiros' heart, and his mind buzzed, and the feeling of despair spread like wild vines.

"Prussia, Hohenzollern... is over..."

Killos opened his mouth wide, his lips slightly moved, and murmured.

On the earth in front of him, countless flames intertwined, completely engulfing the Prussian Legion's camp. These flames gradually lengthened, twisted, and changed into some shapes.

Keiros recognized that this shape was the shape of the flag that he threw into the brazier today. It was a big flag made of flames.

The next moment, Keiros, who was in the military tent, was surrounded by flames. He did not feel hot. Instead, he felt his neck chill and everything went dark.

Is this what... the feeling of being cut off?
Chapter completed!