A flying eagle, streaked across the blue sky, kept flying in the direction of the rising sun.

This place is the eastern border of Pars. In the past, it was once the territory of the Principality of Badavsha, with rocky mountains, deserts, and semi-deserts all over the place. Thanks to the scattered oases and rich mineral resources, the country was established on this barren land.

Further east, pass the Great River of Caveli, the territory of the kingdom of Dahindra.

In front of you, in the corner of the mountains, you can see the Castle of Peshaval, which is made of red sandstone, where the stronghold of the Pars army is located.

The eagle found its owner on the ground, circled in the air, and swooped down.

On the highest pedestal of Peshavar Castle stands a man. Wearing armor and raising his left wrist high, the flying eagle rested on the master's wrist and chirped softly, like a delicate beak.

"Good, good, dead angel, tired from the journey."

The man's name was Chiswat, one of the twelve famous Captains of Ten Thousand Horsemen under King Andrakolas III, and at the age of twenty-nine, he was the youngest Captain of Ten Thousand Horsemen other than Daron. The figure is well-proportioned and slender, not inferior to Dalong. Under the well-defined facial features, he has a neat beard and bright eyes.

Known as the "Twin Sword General", he is proficient in the changing sword skills of the Twin Swords. When he served as the commander of a thousand cavalry, he guarded the border of Xiwen and fought against the Mithru army, and his soldiers and swordsmanship have long been well-known. As a result, people in the area of Pars and the Mislu border are reciting a good story.

"As long as the two-blade general Chiswat is here, it will be difficult for the wings to fly across the Diguire River."

Two years earlier, a truce had been established between Pars and Misru, in which the Misru kingdom agreed to transfer five castles to the kingdom of Pals, after which Chiswat moved to the eastern borders.

Chiswat unwrapped the parchment tied to the talons of the eagle, and after a brief glance, he saw the herald climb up the ramparts to deliver the message. Chiswat's colleague and friend, Bafman, who was also the captain of the Ten Thousand Horsemen, summoned him to go.

Bafman is known for his sophistication. At the age of sixty-two, he is the oldest of the ten thousand riders. At the same time, he was also a close friend of the great general Pavlis, who was defeated and killed in the Battle of Atropatini, for 45 years. He was slightly chubby, but he was not old, his eyes were as sharp as those of a young man, and his sideburns were gray, except for this, he looked ten years younger than his actual age.

Chiswat went to his room.

"Old general, excuse me."

"What news did your proud Eagle bring back from the royal capital of Yekbadana?"

"Your ears are so sharp!"

Chiswat smiled lightly, obeyed the old man's invitation, and sat cross-legged on the carpet. The daughter of the black slave took the jug of ale and the silver cup and stepped back.

"Hey, is there any good news for Wangdu?"

"It's not good news. It seems that the eagle has taken the wrong name. ”

Chiswat smiled wryly. Angel of Death - Yazrair, in the mythology of Pars, is a beautiful angel who was ordered by God to inform people of the time of death. Indeed, it is ominous to say anything.

The royal capital of Yekbadana, lurking in Chiswat's trusted subordinates, three times a month, using the flying eagle to go back and forth, bring back all kinds of information from the royal capital. Both militarily and privately in Chiswat, they are extremely valuable.

"Really? Are His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still missing? ”

"It is known that only Princess Teba Mena is still alive and imprisoned in the army of Rusidania; Other than that, you can ......"

Chiswat shook his head impatiently.

It is recorded on the parchment that in the area of Yekbadana, the royal capital, there were about 300,000 Rusidanian troops. It was a great deal to feed this army, so the citizens of Yekbadana lived in the shadow of robbery and plunder every day.

"In any case, if there is not enough food, the Rusidanian army will have to disperse some of its forces......"

"Even if we do, we don't have many troops on hand."

"Yes, if you mobilize from the grassroots level, it will be less than 100,000!"

At present, the number of troops they can mobilize is roughly 20,000 cavalry and 60,000 infantry. The prerequisite for this is that the entire eastern border can be left unguarded.

"About the Sindra border, rest assured! The king is critically ill. In order to compete for the right to inherit the throne, it seems that a bloody dispute between the two princes Rajtra and Kadiwe cannot be avoided. Presumably, there is no time to cross the border and invade our country. ”

However, there are no special internal disputes between the two countries. If the border is empty and the two armies invade, even if the royal capital is recovered, most of the country may have been ceded to the enemy.

As a result, they still want to move but can't move, and can only wait for the opportunity.

Coming to an uninteresting conclusion, Chiswat stepped out of the barracks. Leaving Bafman, his hand stroking his face, looking tired.

Bafman has a secret that he has never revealed to his younger colleagues. Or rather, a secret that no one knows except himself.

The secret was a letter sent by the Great General Bavlis before the Battle of Atropatini, which is still in Bafman's table. When reading the letter, Bafman himself felt a change in his face.

Forty-five years on the battlefield, the veteran who has never been afraid of timidity, is reluctant to open this letter again.

"Alas! Lord Baflis, you have given me too much of a relic to be an incompetent man. The old man muttered to himself, his expression solemn.

"I have no other strengths than to command the army. Incapable of taking on the secrets of a country's fate. Lord Baflis, if your nephew is still around, at least he can share some of the responsibility......"

Old Bafman, who was neither a magician nor clairvoyant, did not know that Bavlis's nephew, Daron, was escorting the prince to the city of Peshavar.

However, since the hero King Kai Hoslow, the Pars royal family, which has been inherited to this day, may be cut off if he is not careful. It would have been better to have seen such a tragic situation than to die in the era of the Gordalceth heyday. ”

On the other hand, Chiswat, who was standing on the rampart, played with the eagle and said to it, "Bafman seems to be hiding something from me. To his old eyes, I looked like a young man who couldn't be trusted, and I don't think I could be so untrustworthy......"

The eagle was silent, as if it could stop at the safety of its master's wrist and look at the blue sky contentedly.

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