164 – Pulling the trigger on the world (1)
In front of the Petrobuna Palace, barricades and other obstacles were installed. The coup d’état forces that took control of the palace and the general staff were the things that were laid to block citizens’ access.
And beyond that, on top of the wall that primarily protects the palace, members of the gendarmerie and military police special forces were aiming their guns nervously.
It’s not that they want to do it either. When they came to their senses, the country was turned upside down, and those who just followed orders quickly became traitors.
Of those who remain, how many truly stand up for the cause?
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An entire company deserted yesterday. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to give up and run away in this situation.
However, the ‘fear that if you surrender, you will be shot for treason’.
Or, ‘an evil order to be summarily executed if disobeyed.’
The soldiers are not allowed to leave the palace.
The young military policeman guarding the main gate was resentful of his stern company commander. Even in this situation, the appearance of not stopping the little girl.
As a low-level person, he was pathetic even in his own eyes.
It was then.
“Um, over there…… !! They are coming down from the sky!!”
A soldier on the watchtower shouted as if screaming. As I turned my head to follow that cry, soldiers in black were slowly descending from the blue sky.
The 8th Assault Magical Infantry Battalion.
Do I have to deal with the legendary heroes that I have only heard about now?
“All ready for battle!!”
At the command of the lower level commander in charge of field control, the soldiers quickly disperse to their respective areas. But at the same time, a terrible feeling of powerlessness overtook the soldiers.
“Damn it, what if this isn’t dog death!”
The story of the Victory Battalion was unknown among Uk ranian soldiers.
It is also how amazing they showed in the last Quernen War.
Has any unit ever won such a crushing victory over the Azov National Liberation Front?
Many war heroes were born in that unit, and there are far more people who have set foot in the military in pursuit of their majesty.
In the training center, soldiers are trained with the tactical doctrine of the 8th Assault Magical Infantry Battalion.
The training methods such as the ‘guerrilla warfare’ culture and ‘battlefield circulation movement’ that were newly established in each unit also came from the 8th Assault Magical Infantry Battalion.
In fact, it was only natural that the will be broken at the appearance of a unit that could be called the cornerstone of the modern Uk ranian army.
Even at the forefront, the one watching them was Major Claude Lane.
A war hero as famous as Lieutenant Colonel Enoch Levandell.
A living legend who won the victory in the two wars of Quernen.
Gulp.
It felt like my throat was drying up just by looking at those sharply shimmering eyes.
It was not difficult for the soldiers to imagine the ‘major’ slaughtering them while scattering purple lightning bolts.
However, the members of the Magical Infantry Battalion, who looked like they would fight at any moment, did not descend directly to Petrobuna Palace.
Rather, they lined up in front of the palace entrance and just stared at them without aiming their weapons.
“…… What, what?”
“Should we attack now?”
“Wait! Wait a minute!!”
This situation was embarrassing to the control officer as well.
I told the messenger to contact the superior immediately and get instructions, but the messenger in question showed no signs of returning even after several minutes.
At that time, the delicate atmosphere between the 8th Assault Magical Infantry Battalion and the military police continued.
“But can’t you hear anything?”
“What?”
“Sounds like the voice of the people…… Can you hear the trumpets and drums?”
I heard a piercing sound from far away.
Puuu!!
Thump, thump!
A loud trumpet sound. It is the very trumpet that everyone knows if it is a member of the National Gendarmerie serving in the capital, Kayev.
King’s horn.
Amid the shouts of the citizens and the sound of majestic drums that followed, a young monarch dressed as a king strode toward the palace.
“Open the way for Your Excellency.”
When Claude Lane spoke in a heavy voice, the lined up magicians split into two sides at once.
Passing between them, who were divided exactly in half, Orlando Ruth III stood right in front of the palace.
Contrary to what his soldiers knew, Orlando Ruth III looked very healthy.
No, on the contrary, it felt much stronger and more mature than before.
“Gentlemen. My proud warriors.”
The King said in a calm voice to the soldiers who aimed their guns at him.
He didn’t scream, he just spoke normally, but his voice stuck right in the ears of the soldiers.
“Here is your lord. Open the gates of the palace.”
Overwhelming sense of intimidation.
It’s similar to what I felt while watching Claude Lane, Enoch Levandell, or the 8th Assault Magical Infantry Battalion, but it’s different.
It was a dignity that could only be granted to the monarch of a country.
No one can deny the rightful monarch of Uk ran.
Not being afraid even with the gun in front, the control officer quietly stepped back as he began to seize the soldiers.
You can’t even shoot.
He was in the same position that he was threatened and dragged in ‘by his superior’.
He didn’t have the confidence to handle the aftermath when he gave the order to open fire.
“Captain, open the door.”
At the point where he was unable to do this or that, the adjutant of the military police task force appeared with the messenger in question and said.
“This is an order from Lieutenant Colonel Kamarov. Also don’t be afraid You will not die.”
In the adjutant’s hand was the Guard Medal that hung on Lieutenant Colonel Kamarov’s uniform.
At that, the control officer hurriedly raised his hand and gave orders to his men.
“Open the front door! Hurry up and open!!”
Ki-i-i-i-i-i-i.
Kung.
It was the moment when the gate of the Petrovna Palace, which had been closed like an iron castle, was opened.
Orlando Ruth III passed his obstacle casually, he muttered as he gazed at the view of the palace from which he had briefly left.
“Come to think of it…… Today is your birthday.”
The birthday of the princess.
Originally, he would have climbed the highest place in the palace and watched the army march.
Now, he was standing at the main gate of the palace, marching along with the citizens.
But Orlando Ruth III never thought the fact was miserable.
For the first time on his birthday, he can get his hands on what he wants.
“Glory to the motherland.”
He went straight to the officer who saluted him. He was a man who was the adjutant of Lieutenant Colonel Kamarov of the gendarmerie task force.
“Lieutenant Colonel Kamarov told me to ask for mercy from his men.”
Guardian Medal.
It was the very medal he had given himself.
“Where is he now?”
“There it is.”
At the king’s question, the adjutant pointed to the terrace and said.
Suddenly, Lieutenant Colonel Kamarov was standing in the same position the Prince had been looking at.
A neatly dressed uniform.
But it could never be said to be neat.
The lieutenant colonel’s body was so full of bloodstains that it was clearly visible even from a distance.
Kamarov stepped forward on the terrace and made direct eye contact with the king and shouted at him.
“Your Excellency, the Great Prince of Uk ran! Thank you so much!”
Orlando Ruth III did not answer.
When he first heard that Kamarov had joined the rebellion, he was so loyal to himself that he couldn’t believe it easily.
Of course, even now, I don’t think he revolted purely out of resentment against himself.
However, that does not diminish the weight that was built on him.
Even if you forgive yourself.
Because the people will not forgive, and those who have been captured and suffered by them will not forgive.
“Glory to the motherland! May God protect the principality!!!”
The lieutenant colonel threw himself off the terrace without hesitation.
Kamarov’s body crashed to the ground with a terrifying sound of puck, his chunks of meat being mashed.
“…… Didn’t I tell you to read the atmosphere, Lieutenant Colonel?”
That was the last eulogy Orlando Ruth III could deliver.
***
As Orlando Rus III bloodlessly entered the Petrobuna Palace, the four-day rebellion in the capital was quickly suppressed.
Because of the overwhelming victory in the public opinion war and the doubts that arose among the mobilized soldiers, the coup forces were in a state of insignificance from the beginning.
Lieutenant Colonel Kamarov shot all the coup forces occupying the Petrovuna Palace before committing suicide.
The high officials, including finance minister Radelph, and even the middle management who sympathized with the coup even though they knew about it.
Even if he made wrong judgments up until now, at the very end, he was fulfilling his role as the ‘military police special commander’ who enforced the will of the prince.
Not all rebels surrendered, however.
“Give me airships to the East! Until then, I won’t even step out of here!!”
The cavalry commander of the General Staff, Captain Sergey Bollumberg, and the head of the Capital Guards Division, Major General Dmitry Zhukov, are the main players.
Those who actively participated in the rebellion entered the infinite sit-in while shutting themselves in the eastern inner castle of the palace.
Anyway, they knew that their sins could not be washed away, so they held on without disarming with the thought of preserving their lives.
“I thought I would never get to test this steel land battleship!! Fortunately, we were able to arrive in time!”
“My God, I’m glad I did. Captain Erwin……. Can you please calm down?”
“How can I not calm down!! These children! I heard you! Tanks, forward!!!”
Kurrurrurr—.
Boom!!!
The ’88th Test Sorcery Armored Company’ led by Captain Erwin Ruth, who was temporarily dispatched from the 8th Assault Magical Infantry Battalion, was easily arrested while literally tearing down the walls of the fortress.
No matter how much I shoot, it is useless in front of a tank protected by thick steel.
It took less than an hour for the troops of the Special Response Brigade, immediately deployed, to enter and arrest the rebels.
Although the cavalry commander Sergei was eventually found dead by suicide.
Citizens welcomed the expulsion of the rebels and the return of the king. Cars that had just begun to enter the city marched through the streets honking their horns.
Everyone around him, young and old, is dancing and moving towards the Petrovuna Palace.
It wasn’t only Kayef, the capital city, that was in a festive mood.
The Eastern Legion was completely disintegrated, and troops led by generals who disobeyed their orders joined the Northern Legion one after another.
The generals who were still trying to resist were caught and handed over by the officers they trusted.
Additionally, reinforcements from the southern corps came in and the eastern game was completely overturned.
Although sporadic battles are taking place, the soldiers on the front line are laughing as one, having been freed from the threat of death.
The end of the four-day civil war.
Originally, it was the date on which the birthday ceremony of the king should have taken place.
Orlando Ruth III didn’t want to waste the day just for that ‘reason’.
He climbed onto the very terrace where his confidant once threw himself, and shouted to the crowd that had gathered like seawater in front of the palace.
“Dear Uk ranian sons and daughters! Today we all have a victory! It’s not just my soldiers who have done it. It’s all a miracle that you, the most ordinary of you, have achieved!!”
“Waaa!!”
It was a tremendous shout.
The King naturally felt goosebumps and continued to open his mouth.
“The chaotic night has passed, and a new dawn has dawned. Like our night, now Uk ran will have to face a new dawn.”
“As of today, Uk ran renounces its status as a feudal state of the Rus Tsar Empire, and declares that it will stand upright as an independent kingdom!”
Kingdom of Uk ran.
It was the moment when a new kingdom cast off the shadow of the empire was born.