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Charan's rise from a nobody to a candidate for the Son of God has undoubtedly harmed the interests of most factions within the Templars, and no amount of help from Hereth can change this reality.

Although the Son is far less powerful than the Patriarchate, the Son's position is above the Patriarchate, after all, the Son is the successor of the next generation of the Pope appointed by the Templar hierarchy, so it is not surprising that some people regard the birth of Charan as a stumbling block to their future interests.

Don't look at the precarious situation of the Templar now, but the Glorious Templar, which sits on Eldlan's 10,000-year supremacy, is after all a skinny camel bigger than a horse, and no one dares to underestimate what terrifying energy it can burst out.

When Xia Lan was officially confirmed as a candidate for the Holy Son, it meant that he was completely on the cusp of the storm and became the target of countless people.

It's just that he didn't expect this day to come so soon!

With the greatest malicious speculation, perhaps this secret operation itself was a trap set by the other party.

"I just collected information about all the nearby garrisons, we can gather a total of about 8,000 soldiers, and it will take at least a week for all the soldiers to rush to the designated place, excluding the subordination, training, logistics and other related problems, half a month is only enough time for us to prepare for war, if we carry out a hasty battle, we will definitely lose......

As Xia Lan's chief staff, Berante is very qualified, and he has delivered what he needs in a short period of time, and in the face of the status quo that cannot be changed, no matter how much he complains and is angry, it is better to think about how to solve the current deadlock.

"The complete strength of the Golden Legion of the Heather Empire is 64,000 people, although we do not know the details of the other party, but after all, it is a golden legion, and they are tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, only with a miracle strategy can defeat the other party, and this possibility is very small and almost none, you must know that everyone who can sit in the position of the commander of the Golden Legion is by no means an ordinary person, it is difficult to deceive them by relying on stratagem, only a head-to-head duel can defeat the other party, the problem is that we cannot give them this opportunityOtherwise, it must be us who loses. ”

After listening carefully to Berante's explanation, Xia Lan's heart kept sinking.

"What about decapitation tactics?"

"Hehe... I'm afraid you'll be the one who will be beheaded when the time comes. Berante sneered at Xia Lan's luck: "I don't deny that your strength is comparable to that of the Golden Legion, but you despise the other party's guard strength too much, since the Holy War, the Heather Empire has killed a total of six Golden Legion Commanders, but none of them were assassinated, they all died under the siege of the frontal battlefield, so you can imagine the difficulty of assassinating them, I advise you to put out this thought." ”

"Since there is no chance of winning by doing things step by step, can you think of other ways to break the game?" Xia Lan said with a cold expression.

"Unless...... Herris was willing to make a move. Berlant said in silence for a long time. Or gather all the companions below. ”

In the face of difficulties, the first thing he thinks of is his own people.

"Hereth is elusive, and she's been plotting something in the shadows, and even if we can get in touch with her, we won't be able to help us, not to mention your companion...... They had better stay with Herris to be on the safe side. "Charland.

"What about Fernandes? In the past few years, he has always regarded you as a confidant, and he can't stand by and watch this happen, right? Berlant said.

"I guess he either sold me on conditions that he couldn't refuse, or he was deceived and restrained, and it must be too late to contact him now, and I don't believe that the other party has no corresponding arrangements in this regard." Xia Lan shook her head.

"Are we really going to have to sit back and wait?" Berlant said unwillingly.

"It's just a defeat, at most they have an excuse to attack and slander, when it comes to losses, it's a big deal to lose the name of the candidate for the Holy Son, if you want to kill me, it's not enough, without me, I want to see who they use to resist the Heather Empire's troops!" Speaking of the back, Xia Lan couldn't help but snort coldly and conceitedly.

"So you decided to lose the war and pretend to run away?" Berrant frowned.

"What else? Any conspiracy and trickery in the face of absolute strength is futile, since you and I don't want to die, then we can only choose this way, it's just that we have to save some face in this battle, otherwise it will be difficult for me to explain when I go back. Xia Lan said in a cold voice.

"Alright! I'll take care of the rest, so you can prepare for battle these days. ”

As he left, Berlant's face sank, and he knew what this decision meant, and that at least 8,000 soldiers would be innocently buried in their hands.

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Ten days later, the plain of Phelan was full of criss-crossed tents, banners hunting in the wind, and soon after the assembly order was issued, a steady stream of nearby garrisons rushed to converge here, and as soon as they heard that the commander would fight a certain legion of the Heather Empire would be the legendary silver-white holy sword, almost most of the soldiers with reverence were full of confidence in this battle!

Sadly, they had no idea what a formidable enemy they were facing.

After Sharan issued a stern gag order, only a handful of people knew the identity of their enemies, and understood that this operation was not a crazy decision made by Charan on her own, but a clear order from the Templar.

"Dimir, in two days, we'll be ready to march into the Fernanto Border Forest, how are the horses and equipment being maintained?"

As a group of silver-armored Templars patrolled the camp, the leader, Alenko, suddenly asked his subordinates.

"Don't worry, Captain, have I ever disappointed you every time I prepared for battle?" The knight who replied was a rather wooden-looking young man.

Alan Ko acquiesced until he had finished patrolling the camp and rested, he found a place in the shade and sat down, took a sip of the water bottle from his waist, and looked at the sunny sky with a somewhat gloomy face.

"Captain, seeing how you've been in a bad mood these days, what's going on?" The knight who had just replied walked up to him and sat down.

"Dimir, what do you think of this coming war?" Alenko said absentmindedly.

"What else can there be, it is nothing more than to repeatedly charge and fight under the leadership of His Highness Green in the past, and finally win the victory that belongs to us!" Dimir smiled optimistically.

"But we're dealing with a full legion this time." Alenko glanced at the other from the corner of his eye.

"What about the Legion? It's not like we haven't defeated the Legion. Dimir said confidently.

"Alas—simple people live just as simply." Alenko muttered silently, lay down in a blink of an eye, and it was useless to say more, he decided not to pay attention to this simple-minded fellow.

"Captain! Are you not optimistic about this battle? ”

In the middle of the night, Dimir's voice sounded timidly in Alan Ko's ears.

"I only have one piece of advice for you in this battle, in the future battlefield, no matter what, you must follow closely under the banner of His Highness Green and not fall behind!"

Alenko didn't open his eyes, only waved his hand casually to drive away.

As a veteran knight of the Knights of the Holy Sword Order for many years, he was one of the few who knew the inside story too well of the dangers hidden behind this war, and the orders conveyed by the Templar alone were enough to send chills down his spine, and he could conclude that their team was innocently involved in the conspiracy game within the Templar.

Knowing that their enemy was a Golden Army of the Heather Empire, the Templars instead of sending reinforcements allowed them to defeat their opponents within a time limit.

Therefore, this dispatch of troops is an absolute last resort, defeat is inevitable, and the only possibility of surviving the situation depends on Green's coping strategy. All in all, in the battle that is about to be faced, following Green at all times will be able to protect himself to a large extent.

There are some things he can't say, at most he can mention them from the side, otherwise the crime of shaking the army's heart is enough for him to bear.

The little people have the minds of the little people, and the big people naturally have other ideas.

"After the statistics are completed again, we have now assembled a total of more than 8,600 soldiers, including more than 1,400 long-range troops, more than 5,400 melee defense troops, more than 1,000 cavalry, and the rest belong to baggage soldiers.

In the tent, Berante closed the information in his hand and reported to Xia Lan with a solemn expression.

"I think the legion has already been aware of the commotion these days, and you say, where is the best place for us to place the battlefield?" Xia Lan pointed to the map and said solemnly.

"Here!"

Berlant stretched out his hand and pointed to a point on the map.

Brunwig on the branch of the Lens Mountains.

"Mountains and forests?" Xia Lan said confusedly.

"In front of the fast-flowing Wollosen River under the Brunwig Mountains, to be exact!" Berlant explained.

"A fight against the back?" Xia Lan raised her eyebrows.

"You think so, too?" Berlant said with a mysterious smile.

"You don't want to make a fuss about the Vorouson River, do you?" Xia Lan thought for a moment and said.

"That's right!" Berante smiled restrictively. "I plan to stop the upper reaches of the Volosen River, and eventually flood the whole army without distinguishing between the enemy and us!"

Hiss -

Xia Lan immediately stared at the other party, he didn't expect him to come up with such a vicious strategy.

Putting on a posture of fighting against the odds, can the enemy coach think that they are simply thinking of the same end?

Since these more than 8,000 soldiers are destined to be cannon fodder, why not make the most of the value of this group of cannon fodder?

"Excellent! I agree with your decision! (To be continued.) )