My lord, the soldiers gathered and demanded to go to war to avenge their dead loved ones. They said, "My lord, if you want to restrain them from fighting, they, they will fight first." The Byzantine officer, who had entered the commander's tent, said with a worried face.

The Byzantine generals in the commander's tent were all shocked when they heard this, and they all turned their eyes to Rasmussen.

Rasmussen was silent again.

"My lord, let's go to war!"

"My lord, we now have 600,000 horses, and the orcs only have 250,000 horses, although we have 400,000 soldiers who are recruits, but it is enough for a battle!"

"My lord, now the hearts of the soldiers are full of hatred, and letting them go to the battlefield at this time is the best time to give full play to their combat effectiveness!"

"Yes, my lord, it is said in the book of war: The mourning soldiers will win!

......

Once again, the generals came to Rasmussen to persuade him to fight.

Under the double pressure of the gossip of the generals inside the tent and the noisy soldiers outside the tent, and considering the various gossip and cowardice charges that he might face in the future, Rasmussen finally gritted his teeth and made a decision after thinking for a long time.

He slowly stood up, straightened up, and took a deep breath.

Once the decision was made, Rasmussen quickly adjusted his emotions, and the sorrow and depression that had just enveloped him were suddenly swept away. He regained his bearing as a general, and his gaze became majestic and deep again.

Rasmussen looked around at the generals in the tent and said in a deep voice: "Tonight, I will formally send a letter to the Emperor of Bimon, Eoleo Reinhardt, and ask him to go out of the camp early the next morning for a decisive battle. This battle is crucial to the rise and fall of my Byzantium, and I hope that all the kings will work together to defeat the strong enemy!"

"In addition, these days, the orcs have deliberately shown weakness when attacking the camp, and I hope that after the monarch returns to the camp, he will instruct his soldiers to fight the day after tomorrow, and they must not take it lightly and despise the orcs!"

In the winter night sky, there is not a single moonlight and starlight. The night was dark and dark, except for the bright lights in the barracks of the Orc and Byzantine armies.

A fast horse galloped out of the Byzantine barracks and galloped towards the orc barracks. The fast horse came to a sudden halt when it was still a stone's throw away from the orc camp, and the silence of the night was broken by the long neighing of the horse. The knight on the horse bent his bow and arrow, and shot a sharp arrow tied to the war book into the orc camp. After doing all this, the knight turned his horse's head and disappeared into the night.

Soon, the war book was on the desk of Iodio the Great.

In the Beamon tent, Iorio the Great sat on his throne, holding a war book in his hand, and was reading it carefully. More than a dozen orc generals stood silently aside.

"To Siegmouth Ioreo:

I beg your pardon for not being able to put the word 'Respectful' in front of your name or to use the honorific title 'Your Majesty' in front of you in writing this letter. Because in the war between the two countries, you instructed your soldiers to slaughter hundreds of thousands of unarmed and peaceful inhabitants of our country! Such a heinous act makes it impossible for me to have the slightest respect for you! And you have done this only to force me to come out and fight with you!

War is also an art. When this war came, I felt extremely honored when I learned that my opponent was you, the Megatron Continent. Because, your past record is too great. At that time, I thought that the reason why you were able to achieve such brilliant results must be that you have a thorough understanding of the art of war, and you are an art master who has applied the art of war to the extreme. Fighting against you is like talking to a master, and it can greatly improve my own art of war. I look forward to having a brilliant offensive and defensive battle with you, and performing a pleasing stage play of war art. However, I was wrong, you are not an artist, because an artist is noble, has his own moral bottom line, and will not do anything to achieve the goal. And you, in order to achieve the goal of forcing me to go to war, have done such a morally depraved act as massacring civilians. You have insulted the art of war. You are an out-and-out demon!

Fighting demons is the sacred duty and obligation of a knight who believes in light. I, the general of the Byzantine Empire and a 1st class Bauhinia Knight, Rasmussen Funk Auvira, will lead my men to battle you in this deep winter field one day later.

I firmly believe that the knight's spear will eventually pierce the devil's chest!

Also, I would like to ask you to give an order for your soldiers to stop the massacre against civilians. I'm going to come out and fight you as you wish, and then continue to slaughter civilians, it doesn't mean anything to you, does it?

"Sincerely, Rasmussen Funk Owira!"

After reading the contents of the war book, Ioreo laughed and handed it to the generals on the side to pass it to each other.

"The Byzantine Empire, which has always called itself a state of civilized etiquette, has really seen it this time. A war book was written in such a roundabout way, difficult and redundant, and the text was crepe-like, which made my whole body sour when I saw it. ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

As the saying goes, 'A leopard in the tube, you can see it', how can such a cowardly person be the opponent of our orc warriors?"

"Come, bring pen and paper, I'll write back to Rasmussen now. ”

A Pans leopard attendant military attache immediately approached Ioleo with parchment and quills in hand, first laid out the parchment on the desk, and then respectfully handed the quill to Ioleo.

With a quill in his hand, Iorio pondered for a moment, and then wrote on the parchment four large characters: "If you want to fight, you will fight!" Then, as soon as he put down the quill in his hand, he instructed the attendant military attaché: "Send someone to send this war book to the Byzantine military camp at once!"

The attendant military attache immediately took the order and left.

Later, Iorio summoned another orc herald and ordered, "Immediately send a message from the Eagle to the four troops we have sent out to stop the slaughter of human civilians." ”

"After the next day, these civilians in western Byzantium should become the new subjects of our Beamon Empire! The army of the Empire will not slaughter the subjects of the Empire!" Ioleo leaned back on his throne with a smile of ambition on his face.