On the twentieth day of the armistice, it was sunny and windless.

After the first imperial trumpets and eagle whistles sounded in the early morning, the Sakran Empire and the Azorean elven warriors began to assemble their respective armies in tacit agreement without any communication, contact and negotiation, and assembled in an open area on the banks of the Jewel River outside the city.

At this point, starting from the "Death of the Heavenly Dome Palace", the "Elven Invasion" that lasted for more than a whole year began with Ebolden and ended with Ebolden, and was about to completely end in this famous port city of the empire.

The narrow battlefield limits the total number of troops that both sides can put into the battlefield, and even if the entire battlefield is spread out, the forests are bulldozed, and the hills are occupied, each side can only invest about 100,000 troops each, and the rest can only be used as reserves.

But whether it is the Azorean Kingdom or the Sakran Empire, both sides have already gambled everything!

During the long preparation period, Brandon and a group of advisers and Grand Dukes worked up all night almost every day to formulate various battle plans, one after another, using every little bit of troops to the limit, and turning each battle plan into an extension of the larger tactical arrangement.

On the day that the last of the supplies arrived at the camp with the last of the assembled Sackland reserves, Brandon, who had been chattering all night long, left his advisers and dukes behind for the first time and went back to the camp to sleep hard.

Because he knows that these are all his capital and confidence - from the first supreme emperor to his brother Conod I, after thirteen generations of accumulated financial, human, and material resources... He will all pile them on the table and face off against the enemy.

If the war is lost, neither the Sakran Empire nor the House de Salion will cease to exist, and all the meaning of his surname will cease to exist, and will be erased from history by the enemy, and will be forever forgotten as a shame by all remembered posterity.

This is the "hundredth chessboard" left by his father, His Majesty Eckhart II, the twelfth generation supreme emperor of the empire.

He must have guessed that nothing could be hidden from him.

Everything was expected by the great Eckhart II.

He didn't hesitate to die, and put the final decision in the hands of his unpopular "disgraced prince" - in the past, if someone told Brandon that you were the secret weapon that could decide the fate of the empire in the eyes of Eckhart II, he probably wouldn't even have the interest to smile.

Because even Brandon himself doesn't believe it, because the beloved brother Conod is the first in line of succession, and even if there is such a hero, it must be him.

But now... The ridiculous joke became a reality, and everything seemed to have been calculated by his father a long time ago - the death of his brother had completely united the empire, and he had gathered all his forces and had the capital to start an all-out war with the Azorean elves by relying on the plan he had already completed during his lifetime.

Ridiculous, ridiculous.

But this is indeed the reality, and it is so bloody in front of my eyes.

Brandon de Salion, who had slept for two days and two nights, walked into the conference room on the third day, picked up the plan he had made at the last moment he was awake from the table, and slapped it on the map to indicate that it was it!

The whole plan revolves around the core battlefield, and everything is based on the quick completion of the decisive battle, so as to use all the elite forces to block the enemy's attack at the beginning, and quickly end the battle after confirming that the enemy's "Super Alchemy Bomb" has been destroyed.

In the event of a great victory, the two flanks will be led by the Ellemont light infantry and the Boi hussars, and will launch a total encirclement of Eberden, advancing rapidly with sufficient reserves, at no cost of casualties and costs, in order to push down all enemy resistance as quickly as possible, and reduce Ebolden to ruins;

If the battle situation is unfavorable, the 100,000 elites who are fighting head-on should retreat to the positions constructed of trenches, earthen ramparts, arrow towers and various defensive facilities under the cover of projecting weapons on the rear line, light cavalry and phalanxes, and then join up with the reserve army to rebuild the central line, open the width of the battlefield, and encircle and destroy the enemy who broke through the defensive line.

At the same time, the Azorean elves were also frantically arranging their forces - the front line could not be deployed too much, so a few more layers were arranged, one after another trenches and earthen walls surrounded Ebolden, layer after layer, and from the dome it looked like a huge target disk, and the center of the target was the court of the Eagle King.

At this point, both sides are ready to fight to the last soldier, and neither intends to withdraw from the battlefield after the other side dies, vowing to carry the war to the end.

There was no room for manoeuvre, no room for negotiation, no possibility of compromise – from the moment Eckhart II was killed, the two were destined to be a relationship of death.

As for kindness, mercy, grace...... It has long been a luxury for each other, and it is a jade liquid elixir that only the victors can enjoy.

The dice have been rolled... Victory or destruction!

After all the bounty was gone, the last feast was eaten, and the last drop of wine in the cup was drunk, and the soldiers, fully armed and waving battle flags, marched into battle with the cheers of the officers and the blessings of the clergy.

The first thing to be erected on the battlefield is always the Iron Crown Battle Banner held up by the three-headed dragon.

A total of 15,000 elite veterans from the most elite Boundary Mountain Fortress and the Royal Guards of the Heavenly Dome Palace from the Sackland Empire were arranged in the central position at the core of the battlefield, directly in front of the hilly heights where the Chinese army was located.

The terrain here is a little more complicated, with intermittent steep slopes, and ordinary shield walls or spear phalanxes will only be torn apart by the terrain if they are lined up here, and only the veterans of the "black wall" know how to be flexible and maneuverable in this terrain and at the same time cannot be easily breached.

In the open area directly in front of the Chinese battlefield, and at the same time directly facing the enemy forces in front, Brandon placed a shooting corps "borrowed" from Loren Turin and a group of elite Boi hussars, at the front of the phalanx.

Their task is to slow down the enemy's advance as much as possible before the start of the battle, to hold the enemy back so that the Legion can make contact with the enemy as late as possible, or to inflict more casualties on the enemy before the Legion charges, depending on the situation.

Brandon, who had been in Poe for several years and had seen the strength of the archery army outside the imperial capital, had absolute confidence in these two armies.

The direct commander of this legion is Brandon de Salion, and the actual commander in charge of commanding them is the deputy commander of Broken Mountains, Drexis.

Their task is to bite the ground and not let go after the enemy is engaged, do everything possible to wear down the enemy's fighting spirit, and block the enemy with layers of shield walls... Just like every battle the Sakrands have fought for thousands of years.

On the right flank of the Sakrand Legion, the terrain is the most varied, and there is even a large area of woodland that has not been completely eradicated, where the combined Arles-Ellemont-Lothair regiment is ambushed.

The legions of the three principalities are all the best elite divisions in the empire - to some extent, their victory or defeat will also determine the victory or defeat of the empire, and once the right flank is completely defeated, the Sakran legion exposed on the flank will only be wiped out.

At the forefront of the entire right flank were the troll hunters from Arles, and according to Brandon, these warriors, armed with both heavy crossbows and battle axes, were the best soldiers and deserved the honor of being the first to engage the enemy.

Regardless of whether the Arles people are the best as spearheads, anyway, Nolan Erde, the Grand Duke of Arles, did not have any smile on his face when he heard this arrangement.

The Ellemont two-handed swordsmen, who followed, were the backbone of the right flank, tearing apart the enemy's line if necessary, or forming a tight formation to block the enemy's attack.

The elite Lothair archers were placed in front of and on both sides of the Elems in a scattered manner, providing the most important long-range support for the right flank, and of course, Brandon, who was specially placed behind the Arles Legion, also had a very dark idea of "Overseer".

As the most loyal Archduke of Ellemont in the Empire, Ully Wirtz was the right-wing commander.

On the left flank, the flattest and closest to the banks of the Gem River, Brandon was handed over to the Byrne Lance Phalanx and the light and heavy elite knights of Byrne and Boy.

Their commanders were Axel, the newly arrived Earl of Fort Fury, and Archduchess Salika Jonah - the flank of the flattest left flank, the task of the entire front was to attack, attack, and attack!

The phalanx of spears will push forward against the onslaught of the Azorean elves under the cover of the cavalry knights, hussars and hoplites, and will stick to more enemies like a chopping block, while the heavily armed hoplites will turn into hammers to smash all the enemies that are contained.

On the surface of the Gem River, all the remaining warships of the Empire were gathered together - the Sakrand Empire, which had lost its ocean-going fleet and the important port of Ebolden, was only half as large as the Azorean Elves even if all the warships were concentrated, which was the biggest disadvantage of the whole battle.

But it doesn't matter, because in addition to battleships, the Empire also has a floating city ... The Horn Castle Floating City, which was intended to be used as a secret weapon, was used by Brandon as the flagship of the fleet, although in Brandon's opinion, such a floating city might be enough for river battles.

As for all the projectile weapons - torsion ballistas, counterweight trebuchets, light sabers... All of them were placed above the hills of the Chinese army array according to their respective ranges, ensuring that the projection area could cover the central and right flank battlefields. 、

Looking around at the thousands of troops in front of him, listening to the sound of the army of Azorean elven warriors getting closer and closer behind him, Brandon de Salion, who was riding on the back of a dragon, took a deep breath and met every pair of eyes that were looking at him.

"We have been through many wars, we have had many, many enemies as terrible as the Azorean elves;"

"The ogres of the Woods, the trolls of Arles, the dwarves of the Land of the Hills, the centaurs of the Great Green Sea, and... Monsters from the Far Arctic Ice Field;"

"But there has never been a time like them that has made all living beings in the Empire, all living Empire people, feel the threat and humiliation of death so clearly;"

For the first time, the fiery red eyes burned with such firmness and determination, without the slightest hint of mockery, and the voice was so calm that it sounded equally clear to the ears of every soldier.

"In Golovin, they ravaged and trampled on the Heavenly Dome Palace, bringing the twelfth generation of the empire to an end;"

"At Ebolden, they destroyed this free city, a symbol of the wisdom and prosperity of the Empire, with force several times greater than ours, and burned the hand of friendship extended by the Empire;"

"In the Deep Forest, they have made it clear to us with the blood of their countrymen, the spirits of the Ancient Wood Forest, that the conquerors will show no mercy to anyone;"

"In the Valley of Blood, in the land where Brandon I the Sage once fought against the evil gods, they have taught us with facts that the enemy will be complicit, you can never imagine... How will your enemies do anything to destroy you;"

"In Broken Boundary Mountain, our Emperor, your Emperor Connad I, has used his death to keep the last dignity of the Empire, and the last glimmer of hope for the Empire;"

"In the lands of East and West Sackland, they ravaged, slaughtered, enslaved, destroyed, plundered, burned...... They have poured into our rich land like robbers and destroyed them all;"

"And now we're back, and we're back on the battlefield of Ebolden, standing in our ruined city—where it all began. ”

"You know what I want, I want a win!"

"I want the sound of iron boots to be played in the Imperial Capital Avenue, the song of triumph to be played on the Heavenly Dome Palace, the enemy to kneel between the palaces, and the Sakran Empire to witness a great and sacred victory again after three hundred years!"

"I!Brandon de Salion, the thirteenth crown prince of the empire, the fourteenth generation of the rightful successor, I will only fight for my ambitions and desires, but I welcome anyone to join me and share this desire with me!"

"If you admit that I am your emperor, I will fight for you! If I become the emperor of the empire, I will fight for the empire!"

"Rejoice, shout! Warriors of the Empire, tell me... Who are you fighting for?!"

"You... Fighting for whom?!"

Roaring hysterically, the "disgraced prince" who held aloft the sword of "royal power" with scarlet eyes, stared at the imperial soldiers in front of him, waiting for the voice he had been waiting for for more than twenty years.

He was not disappointed.

"Long live the Emperor——!"

A roaring cry was the first to rise among the Sakran legions—the veterans beating their shields with their halberds in praise of their emperor.

"Long live the Empire————! Long live the Emperor——!

"Long live Brandon de Salion——!"

"Long live Sackland! For His Majesty Brandon de Salion——!"

"Long live the Dragon Rider——! Long live Brandon II——!"

On the twentieth day of the armistice, the thirteenth prince of the empire, the fourteenth crown prince, the prince of East Sakland, the commander of the Sacland Empire, the regent of the Heavenly Dome Palace Brandon de Salion... He was crowned the fourteenth Supreme Emperor of the Sakrand Empire.

His name was "Brandon II the Dragon".

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