Prince Elise had two loaves of bread in front of him.

It was his dinner.

The prince's stomach was already crying out with hunger, but he never wanted to take the bread.

It's not because the bread doesn't taste good.

The cake was made by the king's royal cook, freshly ground flour, mixed with water and sugar, and carefully baked in the oven. Because it is a royal special cake, it is also topped with ghee, cheese and minced meat. The whole body of the cake is just the right amount of golden, not overly burnt. The prince had tasted the bread before—and it was unceremonious to say that King Elise valued the choice of the cook more than the commander of an army.

Sending an army out to fight, he could throw it at the hands of two pretending to be ghosts, even though these envoys had shown almost complete ignorance and whimsical about military affairs in their previous chats.

But for the selection of the cook, King Elise has to personally watch every detail of the cook's cooking.

Therefore, the king's cake is absolutely satisfying in terms of taste.

Of course, it won't be because of the body.

His Royal Highness the prince is in good health, and the marching speed of the entire army is not very fast, not to mention that the prince still has a mount to travel.

According to the oracles' request, the camps where the nobles lived were isolated and did not come into contact with the civilians, so they did not have the opportunity to be infected with infectious diseases. In addition, the weather was bad this afternoon, and he had walked a long way for the first time, so in terms of appetite, the two cakes in front of him were definitely not a problem.

Part of the reason for not eating is the prince's need for dignity as a nobleman.

Because other people, hundreds of thousands of other people, at this moment, are also eating bread.

The sound of chewing was uniform throughout the camp, and the sound of saliva mixed with flour, stirring in his mouth, and finally swallowing, reminded the prince countless times of the dog training scene he had once seen. And now, if he eats bread with these people, doesn't that mean that he is just one of the dogs?

Naturally, the prince would not accept such humiliation—in his view, it was a humiliation for the divine angel to deliberately make bread for everyone to eat every day.

There is another part, because of confusion.

"How did you win?" The prince looked at the map and couldn't help but sigh again.

What the prince said was naturally the series of battles that Wu Xiaoqing had just ended.

On his daytime march, the prince passed by the ruins of the outpost. This wooden castle that had just been built, he had paid serious attention to - according to the prince's plan, after the death of King Elis, he was going to make the Great Yang Religion the state religion of the Kingdom of Elis. At that time, as the vanguard of the Great Yang Sect, the first thing he needed to attack was naturally the Kingdom of Louis, the country of the Little Yang Sect closest to Elis.

The wooden castle was built two months ago by Baron Jacques. In the process, Prince Elise also repeatedly tried to obstruct the progress of the project. But in the end, it failed. The prince naturally knew that an outpost like this would give the enemy quite a headache in a war - the prince carefully calculated that if he was only allowed to take Wu Xiaoqing, one thousand five hundred and twenty-three people, it would be absolutely impossible to take this castle.

But the oracle only lasted one night.

When he got the news that day, the prince's first reaction was to sneer - this divine envoy is too ridiculous, even if he wants to make up war exploits, he has to make it up like a little. At least a few hundred men have to be reported, plus at least a week's siege, to make this victory seem more reasonable.

One night? The only possibility is that instead of succeeding, the oracle was driven out of the city by the city's defenders, and after they left in a hurry, the oracle made up a name for victory.

That's what the prince had advised his father, even though he couldn't listen to him at all.

According to the prince's understanding of the war, if he was victorious, why didn't he return to the camp to replenish supplies, why didn't he come to show off his martial arts - the striker won the battle, and it was supposed to come back, on the one hand, to replenish manpower, and on the other hand, to boost the morale of the brigade. It would be a huge mistake to continue the offensive – not only could you lose your previous victories, but you would often go too far and be wiped out.

By the second night, the oracle had sent someone again, and the news was even more astonishing—they had captured the fort of the Twin Forks.

When the prince heard the news, he didn't even bother to laugh, because the absurdity of the whole thing was completely beyond his imagination.

Shuangcha River Fort?

Fifteen hundred and twenty-three, taken in one night?

Did all these people fly in with angel wings?

The drawbridge and the city gate alone would not be enough to fill in all the 1,523 people. Not to mention that the Shuangcha River Fort still has a double wall inside and outside.

If you want to attack quickly, let alone such a small vanguard, even if the entire expeditionary force surrounds this castle and fills up the moat, without spending tens of thousands of casualties, the prince still does not feel that there is any hope of taking it.

Later, when the envoy said that he was going to fight Xiaoyang City, the prince decided that the so-called divine envoy was dead—perhaps his plan was to go around Xiaoyang City, and he lied that he had defeated or had hoped to defeat Xiaoyang City, but the number of troops in Xiaoyang City may be far beyond the imagination of this divine envoy. The prince did not think that he would be able to survive the enemy's home pursuit.

Maybe when his father saw the corpse of this divine envoy hanging high in Xiaoyang City, it would cool down his fanatical mood a little.

Then, the prince heard the latest news from the messenger - as the prince expected, this time the messenger did not boast that he had captured the city, but he said that he had captured tens of thousands of citizens in the city.

Perhaps the oracle was simply illiterate, and he randomly searched for a few farmers in the surrounding villages and towns, and claimed to have plundered the city.

The prince obviously wouldn't believe a word, but when he saw the pile of ruins, corpses, and scorched earth at the outpost on the march this afternoon, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart—could he have guessed wrong? Did the angel really win, as he said?

No way! Reason reminded the prince that even if he could get away with breaking through the outpost, it would be absolutely impossible to defeat Shuangcha River and Xiaoyang City. Especially in Xiaoyang City, there is a huge gap in the number of troops, which cannot be made up by any means. Not to mention conquering, even if it is necessary to maintain self-protection under Xiaoyang City, it is quite difficult.

The prince volunteered to ask his father to personally fetch the messenger of triumph—he wanted to see for himself how many of the so-called tens of thousands of captives there were. In order to ensure that his father was not deceived, he also asked Tallinn to come with him to witness the victory of the "divine envoy".

Then, as the prince wished, he witnessed everything with his own eyes.

In the long marching columns, in addition to prisoners, there were countless captured supplies and booty. Almost every soldier who participated in the battle had a bulging bag on horseback, gold, silver, precious stones, armor, swords, ...... Not only were they captured, but from the mouths of these soldiers, the prince easily learned all the details of the battle.

God takes the lead, releases the thunder of the sky, and the one who deserves it dies immediately;

Stone castles crumbled like of earth, and the enemy was crushed in their sleep, powerless;

The oracle knows every move of the enemy, when and where the enemy comes out, and the oracle knows it all and never makes mistakes......

In terms of faith alone, Xiaoyang Sect can be regarded as an enemy in the prince's heart. The enemy of the enemy is usually a friend—but the prince did not feel the slightest kindness or closeness to Wu Xiaoqing or to these oracles. Even if they have achieved such great success.

On the contrary, the prince felt a faint sympathy for the captives, the enemies of the Louis kingdom, who did not know that he was dealing with ordinary people. In the prince's eyes, Wu Xiaoqing is now simply the real devil - from the beginning of contact with these oracles, a certain strength and attitude displayed throughout their bodies have given the prince this feeling, that is, they are from another strange and terrifying world.

In that world, everything the prince knew, whether it was faith or social relations, no longer existed—so they had no respect for it. Like those who eat bread of discipline, like they do not hesitate to persuade a king to go on an expedition with all his subjects.

With this fear for the future, the prince quietly walked out of the tent.

Outside was full of the clamor of soldiers, all boasting about their bravery in battle, comparing and trading their captures with each other.

Further out, civilians had just finished dinner, some had fallen asleep from exhaustion, and some were talking about the last few wars. They were more concerned about how many magic the envoys used in battle than the soldiers, and after talking about the magic skills, they often brought the topic to the end of the expedition. Many people began to argue about whether they would go to heaven in the end – and if they did, it would be worth the exhaustion.

Beyond that, there was the prisoner camp, which in the prince's imagination would have been the worst - there were indeed some people in the crowd who wept, weeping for their relatives and friends who had died in the war. But more of these people resented their original lord, the Duke of Jacques, for the oracle—all of whom were willing to believe that the oracle was merciful, because the oracle did what he said.

The prince then learned that just before he came out, Wu Xiaoqing had just been patrolling the area and collecting feedback from many people, including providing more food and water. And it was done very quickly.

It seemed that the whole world was satisfied with the new order brought about by the oracle, no, no, the prince thought, and there were some who were not satisfied, but those people ......

The prince finally knew where his fear came from, and in this new environment created by the oracle, there was no room for him to survive, and here it was impossible for him to even find a friend to listen to him—no one dared to speak out against the oracle, and any dissenting words would be reported to the secret as soon as possible.

But, what if you know? The prince knew that he would eventually go back to the camp obediently, obediently eat his own piece of bread, and obediently follow his father to continue the march. Perhaps the fate of all of them has been sealed since the appearance of these oracles, and his resistance, the resistance of the Louisians, is just an ant-like futility.