The crowd stopped thirty to forty meters away, the air tense as if it might snap.
"Don't be afraid, let's rush in!"
"Get out of the way, tyrant's minions!"
"Hand them over!"
Someone in the crowd began picking up stones and throwing them at the high wall, and the Empire soldiers immediately raised their guns in perfect unison towards them.
"Don't be reckless!" A hoarse voice sounded in the crowd, "These guys will really shoot."
Adorno turned his head and saw a man in his forties, wearing a worn-out military uniform, limping and squeezing through.
He remembered the scene at the cafe that day and clenched his fist, "Are we not going to care about Mr. Stephens?"
The old soldier pointed to the cannons on the Hofburg, "We also need those things; otherwise, charging in will just be sending people to death."
A nobleman nearby scoffed, "I look forward to you mobilizing the Guard Artillery Battalion."
