Cannon Fire Arc

Chapter 795: Chapter 37 When Prosen Becomes a Wild Horse Gone Unrestrained (6K)

Colonel Belger glanced at the time. Marshal Vilna had yet to make a call, meaning the assassination had most likely failed.

The Marshal must be busy ensuring his own safety, while others are probably scattering like birds and beasts.

Belger began to doubt, could such a person truly lead Prosen to victory?

Not to mention, in the case of an assassination failure, with Marshal Vilna almost certainly facing death, shouldn’t he have risen in arms to fight?

—

At this very moment, the Valkyrie Club.

The leader of the Brandenburg troops, Otto Skorzeny, widened his eyes: “What did you say?”

Marshal Vilna: “An explosion has just occurred at the Eagle’s Nest. To protect His Majesty the Emperor from the threat of the rebels, we should now take control of the Eagle’s Nest, as well as the nearby airports and stations as quickly as possible.”

Otto’s face tightened, his scarred visage ten times more ferocious than usual.

“I finally understand why I was invited to this ‘special gathering’ today.”

At that moment, Marshal Vilna’s Deputy Officer rushed in and whispered a few words into the Marshal’s ear.

The Marshal suddenly turned his head sharply: “Are you certain?”

The Deputy Officer nodded resolutely.

Otto saw all this and, in that instant, made a snap decision: “Ladies and gentlemen, it seems you’re all aware by now. The Imperial Ministry has long since uncovered your conspiracy, which is why I am here today, and my troops have already surrounded the entire club.”

As he spoke, he drew his pistol: “You don’t really think that the club’s scant guard force can match the Brandenburg troops, do you?”

Actually, at this moment, Otto was bluffing hard; he had no idea today would bring this “surprise.”

His troops were stationed at an Air Force base 20 kilometers away—although the Brandenburg troops were usually tasked with disguise and infiltration operations, they were in fact Paratroopers, the “Airborne Transport Troops,” hence their usual posting at the Air Force base.

But Otto’s intimidating face covered all his nervousness.

Otto: “Very well, excellent. To honor your dignities, let’s have my men wait outside a little longer.”

Marshal Vilna: “Otto, we are all respectable people, you can put your gun away now.”

Otto thought, how can I prove I’m not with you if I put it away? Not only can I not put it away, but I must also shoot someone.

However, at the moment, the military officers inside the club were all behaving properly, and firing at someone would seem too deliberate.

Moreover, once the gun fired, the guards outside the club would come in, and it would be bad if they did while the Brandenburg troops had not yet arrived!

After a brief moment of thought, Otto said: “I can offer one of you a chance of escape! We’ll settle this with a Junker-style duel with swords. If you defeat me, you can leave the club, and whether you flee to a Neutral Country or directly defect and fly to the Allied Forces will be up to you.”

Otto had been a renowned fencing champion at the military academy, confident in his skill with the sword that was unsurpassed by anyone. He was certain he could end the duel with a fatal thrust in a matter of seconds and then pick up his gun again.

In this way, there was a 90% chance of getting himself out of this predicament! The remaining 10% risk came from the fact that the Great Commander of the Asgard Knights was a distrustful person, and he might end up killing everyone currently in the Valkyrie Club.

Damn it, Otto thought, he was only here to get acquainted and ensure he offended neither side, so why did they have to stir up trouble at this critical moment?

“Is there anyone willing to try?” Otto demanded, towering figure as he took a decorative sword off the wall and threw it on the ground, “I mean what I say, I can even take you to the Brandenburg troops’ airport and put you on a plane!”

The moment the words fell, the sound of screeching car brakes came from outside.

Immediately after, Prosen Constitutional Guards armed to the teeth and Imperial Ministry’s black-suited agents stormed into the club.

As they entered, Otto shouted loudly: “Don’t panic, I’ve got the situation under control! These gentlemen will surrender in a dignified manner!”

An Imperial Ministry agent in a long trench coat approached Otto: “Sir, could you please explain the situation?”

“I have always believed they were inclined to rebel, and today their true intentions finally came to light. They attempted to assassinate the great Plathen Emperor, so I drew my pistol to stop them from continuing their actions.”

The agent scrutinized Otto for a few seconds: “We’ll get to the bottom of this. Now please hand over your pistol to me, slowly, gently.”

Otto obediently placed the pistol in the agent’s hand.

He sighed inwardly, having done what he could, now left fate to decide.

As for the fate of the Empire of Prosen, Otto never really cared from the start.

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At the same time, at the Allied Forces’ underground contact station.

Codename Diamond, the intelligence officer, was ushered in, and the station chief immediately asked with concern: “What’s the situation? We saw an explosion at the mountain’s Eagle’s Nest, a clear blaze, visible even from the city.”

“Diamond” picked up the chief’s cup on the table and gulped down several mouthfuls of water, nearly choking.

After coughing several times, he finally answered, “The Plathen Emperor has been assassinated, likely the work of the Valkyrie Club. The Emperor is injured, and other casualties are unclear.”

Chief: “This important intelligence, we must immediately send a message.”

“No, the streets are now full of radio detection vehicles, sending a message now would lead to immediate capture. It’s better to wait for the search to end, and also take the opportunity to clarify the intelligence, such as who was killed in the explosion, and how much it would affect the situation of the Empire of Prosen.”