V2: Chapter 190: Our Victory!
The sky was obscured by thick, dark clouds, preventing sunlight from penetrating. The royal palace, once a symbol of glory, now appeared exceptionally lonely and vulnerable, surrounded by a dense crowd, like an isolated island.
The soldiers' banners fluttered in the cold wind, each embroidered with different symbols and slogans, converging into an unstoppable torrent, determined to shatter the shackles of the old world.
With the distant boom of war drums, the earth seemed to tremble. Liang Lin's army, like a giant dragon, slowly approached the palace, each step demonstrating unwavering resolve and fearless courage. Among them were ragged peasants, hungry artisans, and former soldiers whose eyes gleamed with vengeance.
They came from different corners of the world, yet united by the same goal—freedom and justice.
When the rebel army approached the palace, the scene was simply magnificent. The sea of people surged like a surging tide, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, they formed an endless Great Wall of flesh and blood, determined to protect their beliefs.
Their shouts and cheers mingled, creating a stirring battle song that resounded through the heavens. The dark clouds slowly dispersed, revealing the long-awaited sunshine.
At the forefront of the rebel army, various flags fluttered in the wind. They were not merely symbols, but emblems of faith.
There were white dove flags representing freedom and peace, hammer and sickle flags symbolizing unity and strength, and flags depicting the heroic images of the rebel leaders. Beneath each flag, a group of passionate warriors gathered, their eyes gleaming with a thirst for victory and a vision for the future.
These flags intertwined in the air, creating a magnificent spectacle, announcing the arrival of a new era.
As the distance closed, the palace guards began to panic. They hastily set up their defenses, but against such a massive rebel army, their defenses appeared utterly fragile.
Suddenly, a dense rain of arrows poured down from the palace walls, attempting to halt the soldiers' advance.
However, the soldiers did not retreat. They raised their shields, forming an impenetrable line. Arrows rained down on the shields, clanging and clattering, but failed to penetrate this formidable wall.
Liang Lin raised her longsword.
"Charge!"
The archers in the ranks also began to retaliate, their arrows flying like angry birds, accurately striking the enemy on the walls.
For a moment, the battlefield was ablaze with arrows, a breathtaking scene.
When the exchange of arrows reached its climax, the soldiers could no longer contain their excitement and anger. Shouting slogans and brandishing their weapons, they charged towards the palace walls like a tidal wave.
Although the guards on the city walls fought desperately, they were quickly overwhelmed by the rebel army's relentless offensive. Warriors scaled the walls one after another, engaging the guards in fierce hand-to-hand combat.
Amidst the flashing swords and clashing blades, blood stained the bricks of the walls, but the soldiers' morale soared even higher.
They knew that their sacrifice and effort at this moment were for a brighter future.
Smoke billowed, war drums thundered, and on the front lines amidst the raging flames, Liang Lin held Liang Di in her arms, wielding a longsword.
She wore silver armor, gleaming coldly and dazzlingly in the sunlight, riding a magnificent white horse, weaving through enemy lines. In Liang Lin's arms, she tightly held a clean-looking, seemingly untouched-by-the-battle silver-haired girl.
Liang Di nestled in her sister's arms, surrounded by deafening shouts of battle and the thunderous clatter of hooves. Her eyes were filled with dependence and longing for Liang Lin.
"I love it so much, I love this feeling of being protected by my sister. My sister truly loves me!"
Liang Lin used her arms to create a protective barrier for Liang Di, trying her best to prevent blood from splattering onto Liang Di's white dress.
The two of them, one in front and one behind, seemed to merge into one, facing the endless enemy ahead together.
Liang Lin's longsword moved like lightning, each swing accompanied by the fall of an enemy. Her eyes were firm and resolute, pouring all her anger and power into that sword.
"Everything... is for our empire!"
Liang Lin knew that she was fighting not only for personal honor, but also for her homeland, for her sister in her arms, and for the peace of countless innocent civilians. This sense of responsibility and mission made her even more courageous and fearless, never retreating even in the face of the most powerful enemy.
As the battle deepened, Liang Lin and her soldiers gradually gained the upper hand. The enemy began to crumble, and the situation on the battlefield became clearer.
Liang Lin, still tightly holding Liang Di, rode her horse across the battlefield, her figure becoming the most dazzling presence in this battle.
As the palace gates collapsed with a violent crash, dust and rubble flew everywhere, marking the beginning of a new phase in this historic transformation.
Liang Lin led the soldiers of the Kronin family, their eyes gleaming with the dawn of victory and boundless anticipation for the future, like a tidal wave surging into the palace that had once symbolized supreme power and luxury.
The moment they stormed into the palace, the cheers and shouts of the soldiers mingled together, echoing through the sky.
They scattered, some rushing deeper into the palace, searching for the nobles who had oppressed the common people and were rife with corruption; others began to rescue the imprisoned innocent, offering them embraces of freedom and hopeful glances.
Although the palace's decorations remained lavish, to the soldiers they were nothing more than symbols of decay and evil. They angrily toppled statues and smashed precious artifacts, expressing their discontent and anger towards the old system.
However, many more soldiers remained calm and rational. They knew that true victory was not merely about destroying these material symbols, but more importantly, about establishing a new, just social order.
Liang Lin, carrying Liang Di, moved through the chaotic yet hopeful scene. Her gaze swept over every corner, her heart filled with both joy at victory and deep contemplation of the future. She knew this victory was only the beginning; the road ahead was long.
"Liang Di, you should wait for me here. I... I'm going to find Doris and settle things. Don't follow me; it'll be dangerous."
Liang Lin placed Liang Di on the ground.
“Sister Liang Lin…”
Liang Di tugged at Liang Lin’s sleeve.
“No, I want to go with you! I must, I want to go with you, I’m worried about you! I… I’m worried about you, I… I’m worried.”
Author's Note
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