Black Iron Crown

The weather in the imperial capital is very warm, but for the residents of the imperial capital, they do not feel the warmth.

At this time, people in the imperial capital were already in panic, and various rumors and gossips continued. Some careerists also took advantage of this opportunity to spread rumors beneficial to themselves, adding a bit of fog to the already chaotic imperial capital.

The little emperor also felt the tension of the residents of the imperial capital. These residents had already taken out all their property and started buying food and salt for survival. Even some extreme ones had already sold their property in the city and moved to a place tens of kilometers away. live in the countryside outside.

The impact of the jihad order this time is even greater than that of Leiner's last siege.

At that time, although the imperial capital was also helpless, but with the support of the Bukden Kingdom outside, there were still four or five thousand elite veterans left in the inner imperial capital. In fact, the situation was not very dangerous.

But now, the 70,000 troops brought by the little emperor were lost on the battlefield with the Arshan tribe, and in the end, there were only more than 3,000 people left who were brought back from the battlefield by the little emperor.

Among these 3,000 people, there are less than 500 veterans who have experienced many battles, and the rest are selected from among the serfs, and after a mere year of training, they become an army of mobs.

The imperial capital was a city that was prospered after the establishment of the empire. Many people in the city were descendants of homeowner farmers or squires, and some even directly belonged to the group of squires who chose to buy property in the city.

They knew very well how big the difference in combat power was between the two, so they panicked when they heard that the Rosa Church in the West, which was beaten back by His Majesty Calfit, had issued a jihad order.

At the time, the most brilliant achievement of Emperor Caffett was not to conquer the grasslands, but to carry out religious reforms and establish a new, non-existent tithe tax, which was basically completely in the hands of the royal family. The Colin church in the city, and defeated the Western coalition forces with troops.

There were 80,000 troops in the coalition at the beginning, which really shocked everyone in the empire. Although they were defeated by His Majesty's 100,000 troops in the end, this time is different from the past.

The empire that had just suffered a disastrous defeat on the grassland obviously no longer had the same power as before, and even if there were fewer western countries participating in the jihad than last time, it was not something the current empire could handle.

Even if only one country participated in this jihad, it would be very difficult for the empire to deal with it.

The reaction of the western countries made the empire very concerned. At this time, the little emperor had almost become a frightened bird, and the slightest disturbance could cause him to be nervous.

The little emperor was frowning in his room. He summoned his courtiers to discuss how to deal with such a severe situation.

In the meeting hall of Tesca Palace, all the courtiers gathered here, but they all had the same expressions as the little emperor, all of them were bitter and helpless.

"Everyone, is there anything you can do?" The little emperor's voice echoed in the hall, but there was no response for a long time.

These courtiers looked at each other in blank dismay, trying to find some way to present it to His Majesty the Emperor, but they found nothing.

Looking at these silent courtiers, the little emperor became more and more irritable, and that uneasy feeling lingered in his heart.

He frowned, and looked dissatisfied at the group of vassals below,

He said angrily: "Everyone is usually amazingly talented, why are you silent now? Are you always lying to me?"

The little emperor's voice suddenly rose, and his eyes became more and more unkind.

Although the little emperor was defeated in the foreign war, he still had enough authority in the country. When he said this, the vassals below were all terrified.

Silence, still silence.

In the entire meeting hall, almost only the sound of everyone's breathing could be heard.

Now, in addition to the sound of breathing, there is also the roar of the little emperor.

"What are you all doing! Aren't you all better than everyone else? Don't you all help me revive the empire! Why is there no sound now? Are you dead?"

It was the first time for the little emperor to speak so harshly. With his prestige, he didn't need to speak so harshly to achieve his goal.

Now he could almost see that he was in a hurry, the jihad order had been issued, maybe tens of thousands of troops would come to attack him.

Their jihad is no ordinary war, it involves religion.

Once they are defeated, the Church of Rosa will take off their title of emperor, not to mention, at least they will at least ban the Church of Colin in the current empire, and enforce tithes in the empire.

If it is more extreme, whether the emperor and the country can continue to exist is a huge problem.

Facing the situation of life and death, the little emperor couldn't help being in a hurry.

Faced with such insults from the little emperor, the courtiers below were also helpless, but if there was a way, they would not suffer such insults.

After roaring on the top for a while, the little emperor was also tired. He sat back on the throne and looked at the people below with lingering anger.

At this moment, Sir Dallore stepped forward again.

"Your Majesty... I have something I don't know whether I should say..."

Sir Dallore looked very hesitant.

"Please speak! Sir Dallol, you are welcome! You are an old minister who became loyal in my father's time! I trust you the most!"

The little emperor looked at Sir Dallore as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. At this time, someone could suggest a solution for him, even if it was drinking poison to quench his thirst, it was enough for him to pay attention.

In fact, at the very beginning, he had some thoughts in his mind, but in the end he gave up those thoughts because of his shame.

He really thought about removing the emperor's title on his own initiative, banning the Corin Church to believe in the Rosa Church, recognizing the Rosa Church's right to tithe in the empire, and accepting the Pope's coronation.

Later, when he thought about the difficulty of starting a business for his "father" and the prestige he would lose after removing the emperor's title, he decisively gave up this idea.

Sir Dallore hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, and said in an old voice: "The old minister thinks that the current plan is to ask the Grand Duchy of the North for help!"

As soon as this remark was made, the entire meeting hall was in an uproar before Sir Dallore's next words came out.

Even the little emperor's expression became very subtle, not knowing how to respond to Sir Dallol's words.

The little emperor pressed his hands down, stopped the other courtiers from discussing and sneering, and said to Sir Dallore: "Go on!"

Sir Dallol went on to say: "More than half of the vassals of the Grand Duchy of the North are members of the Moreland family, and even the Grand Duke of the North, Rainer, are descendants of the Moreland family!"

"I believe they also don't want to see such a great empire created by the great Moreland family perish in the hands of outsiders!"

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