The peaceful days finally ushered in changes.

In the morning, the rushing whistle woke Lorraine from her sleep.

Lorraine opened her eyes and saw the allies in the tower running to gather in the castle walls. The bright new green uniforms proved that they all came from the same company, the General Guards Company.

Not long after, Hassadi, big and small, came out together, the gate of the castle opened, and soldiers lined up to come out in a row.

Lorraine lay on the top of the city and watched. After a while, she saw Cron approaching him from the direction of the city wall.

"Captain, they have visitors," Cron said.

"Visitor..." Lorraine patted her butt and stood up, "Is His Highness Prince Dillaman finally here?"

Kron? widened his eyes from another place: "You can even guess this?"

"If you hear too many stories, you will always get some rewards." Lorraine mutteredly, "Let's go. After all, she is an old acquaintance. Even if the other party is not here to look for us, we have no reason to avoid it."

He and his seafarers walked along the stairs to the exterior gatehouse, and saw a touching scene called [Reunion after a long time] through the battlements.

“Bashar…”

"Your Highness..."

Prince Dillaman looked at Colonel Kassadi, with a thick and ferocious horse-repelling between them, with clear strength and weakness.

The strong prince stood alone between the mountain road and the sparse forest, with the wind passing by, and the gilded robe swaying in the wind.

The weak colonel was surrounded by soldiers carrying live ammunition, and dozens of guns could not enhance his courage. Standing opposite the prince, he was like a child who did something wrong.

The prince was the first to notice Lorraine, and her affectionate look was interrupted in an instant. Lorraine saw the deep hatred in his eyes, which was like fire, and could not be extinguished without the storm.

So Lorraine raised her hand: "Your Highness, how are you?"

"I will kill every invader with my own hands, dig out your hearts and livers, and burn your skin!" Prince Dillaman gritted his teeth, "British, I swear to Allah that I will avenge this bloody revenge for the 477 civilians who died in the port area!"

His words burned the fire of hatred through his body.

The colonel trembled in the flames of revenge. Even though the prince's target was not him at all, he still replied in a cowardly voice: "Your Highness, I... this is not my original intention..."

"It has nothing to do with you, Bashar."

The prince was shocked and immediately gave up Lorraine. Although there was still sadness in his expression, his voice softened suddenly.

"Allah has the power of God who knows everything. Your love for the kingdom is never a secret in him. He will forgive you! No matter how much mistake you make in the invader's panic, he will forgive you."

"Your Highness..."/"So that's why you came here."

Uninvited Lorraine began to talk to herself on the city wall.

"You come and take the colonel away and give him an illusory sustenance, so that you can judge him and all the innocent soldiers in the castle in the secular world." He exaggeratedly said, "If this is rule, I have to say, your rule is really brilliant."

The soldiers couldn't help but get upset.

Lorraine came to the scene with the intention of making trouble and said that the passage just now was deliberately in Portuguese.

After all, Muscat once had a long history of colonization by Portugal.

The inheritance of several generations has made everyone in this town regard Portuguese as a life skill that emphasizes both Arabic. Even if they are ignorant, the soldiers will not misunderstand Lorraine's meaning, and will not miss the key points in the sentence.

Induce offerings!

Lorraine was accusing Prince Hardyman of inducing confession. As long as the colonel admitted that he had committed a crime against the country, the entire castle would undoubtedly confirm the conviction of the country.

Not everyone can bear such a serious sin.

Even though their commander Major General Kassadi had extremely firm control over the troops, he was still careful to distinguish the Said family, the Muscat emirates and the Oman nation when interpreting their actions.

The smaller the range, the smaller the guilt of the sergeants, and the more the difference is, the more trust their justice.

The Major General even promised the future of this force that they would be transferred to the multi-mineral Batena region, becoming the backbone of a newly built national guardian army, protecting the people from exploitation and oppression by those white Europeans.

Under the repeated brainwashing and the light of the port area, the soldiers have fully completed the psychological construction.

They did nothing.

The powerful British invaded the motherland, and they simply used limited retreat to soften the invincible enemy, and fought for the country the space and time to end the war with a decent amount.

Moreover, the war was caused by the unlucky Said family, and the fire in the port area was also caused by this evil family. The invincible Bagala fleet was ruined by them, and the blame was all theirs!

But now...

The despicable ones will never make disappointing actions, even the second prince who seems to be the holiest among them is no exception.

Shameless face, shameless act!

This family should be destroyed. They actually wanted to sacrifice to the innocent patriotic 1,500 families just to cover up the fact that they were defeated!

Anger accumulates on guilt.

Just as justice was almost innocent, Prince Dillaman had encountered such a hostile situation? In the face of the angry storm, he subconsciously chose to escape and actually found Lorraine directly on his head.

He raised his head: "You are mean! Despicable British, I have never tried to convict anyone, they are just blinded by you..."

"They just betrayed the motherland under my concealment, they just helped the evildoer under my concealment, and they just set fire to the entire port area under my concealment."

Lorraine dragged her long tone.

"Look, they did not commit sins, they just made mistakes, and the mistakes were not serious. It was just that only Allah had the power to forgive, and the Sultan did not."

"We all know that the Sultan has condemned them, His Highness the Prince. Your mission is to tell them the consequences of their guilt, and then to appease them, deceive them, let them put on heavy shackles, carry all their sins, hold their heads high like a hero, and go to death calmly."

"Please put yourself in their shoes and think about it!"

"Let go of your blood, your justice, and your nobility. These people! If you are among them and hear the passionate blood, justice, and noble you speak loudly on the other end of the horse, can you really expect the glory after death?"

"Do they really have glory?"

"But they won't die at all!"

Dillaman felt like he was going crazy. The person who was making a fuss, was lying on the top of the city and watching the joke, but why did everyone point hatred at him?

"They are not guilty, nothing wrong! You are the real demon, the British burned the war into this peaceful country..."

"So, please give me peace."

Lorraine straightened her waist for the first time.

"In November 1784, the Sultan of your country ordered Gehril to accommodate two ships of evil Portuguese pirates, who had a lot of blood debts in Africa, and their lives were blasphemed by them."

"But the Sultan gave them shelter. Not only did they stop our siege, but they also turned black and white for them and packaged them into a group of people and animals with harmless legal maritime merchants."

"We were forced to go to war with Portugal, and with the condolence and assistance of the Sudan, Portugal shamelessly attacked us."

"This is the beginning of this war. It is you who turn yourself into evil accomplices, make justice unsupported and the heroes humiliated!"

"I'll come here to get their cherished reputation for my subordinates." Lorraine condescends, wearing the sun. "Before the sun sets today, let Sultan personally lead the demons to Milani, let him admit his past mistakes, let him write his crimes, and prove our innocence."

"This is my only request for peace!"

The lingering sound surrounds the wall, echoing on the rugged mountain walls.

Prince Dillaman knew that he had lost, and he never thought that he would face a knight, cherish his reputation and value everything.

He is familiar with such nobleness.

Unable to be coerced or tempted, their souls cannot accommodate any impurities, only reputation, only reputation.

But can Sudan agree to such conditions? Return reputation to the knights and peace to the country?

The answer is no.

The Sultan is the king, or a great king who established a dynasty.

The king's dignity cannot be hurt. Even if it is destroyed, it must be destroyed with dignity.

This is a war that is destined to be immortal. Both sides of the war are feared and respectable, but he is destined to betray one person.

The prince looked at Lorraine apologetically and lowered his head. There was no hatred and murderous intent in his eyes, and only determination was left.

"Bashar, believe me."

The colonel moved his lips: "Your Highness, it's not that I don't want to believe you, but..."

"The faults of Milani Castle can be forgiven. Your harm to the country should be repaid with a glorious bloody battle. You are warriors of the Sultanate. Even if you are unwilling to sacrifice your life for the Sultan, you should not become accomplices of the invaders and stain the blood of your compatriots with your hands."

Prince Dillaman stood up solemnly: "Soldiers, I, Dillaman Ben Said, pardoned your past, and begged you, please raise your guns for the country and the people, and for the glory of the soldiers. I beg you."

The prince bent his noble waist, and the sergeant's commotion turned the wind.

Lorraine frowned and looked at the sharp atmosphere under the city. While admiring Prince Dillaman's response, she was preparing to order the sailors to give up the city wall and retreat to the rooftop. Major General Kassad, who had not spoken from beginning to end, suddenly spoke.

"Your Highness, you'll have to wait until you become a sultan and come to tell us these words." He said softly, "I'm sorry for being disrespectful. Now you are just an impulsive young man dressed in decent clothes. You can't do anything and can't agree to anything..."
Chapter completed!