Although it was already early spring, Golovin was still filled with a chill that soaked his body in the early hours of the morning;

With the sound of thousands of footsteps, horses' hooves and wheels, and the clashing of blades and armor, a huge army gradually appeared in the thick fog that covered the land, and colorful swallowtail flags and various battle flags fluttered slowly in the cold wind.

A gold lion on a black background, a red, white and black cross, and an iron crown held up by a three-headed dragon.

Turin in the Red Blood Castle, Wirtz in Dragonheart, De Salion in Golovin.

After three days and three nights of preparation, Loren finally successfully brought this "coalition army" of 80,000 people from all three sides with high morale and full of personnel out of the imperial capital and advanced to the siege camp of the Azorean elves.

It's a lot more difficult than it seems.

Not to mention the long-standing feud between Sackland and Byrne, it is rare to be able to unify and obey the orders of a single Duke of Byrne, and to requisition and provide a steady stream of all the supplies needed by this army of 80,000 people, to reach the designated place in the foggy Sakran land, and not a single army and logistics team is left behind......

Although it was possible to get the "bonus" of dense fog in such a raid battle, it also brought no small problems: the fog with poor visibility made the soldiers have to rely on their comrades in the front and back rows to judge the marching route, and the effect of flags and bugles was minimized.

Fortunately, they were marching in the hinterland of the empire of West Sacland, and changed to the great green sea of Boi or the mountains of the dwarven kingdom, and in such foggy weather, I am afraid that they would have been torn apart long ago.

Of course, because it was fighting outside the imperial capital, all the problems were actually not a problem, and it was a big deal to withdraw to the city on all fronts;

The red-haired female knight next to him is the real big problem.

"Still angry?"

It's still cold or rather... Riding a black horse, the heavily armed eldest princess Fetronay turned her head to look at the black-haired wizard with a depressed expression.

In all fairness, Loren was convinced of the strength of Her Royal Highness the eldest princess—the one who could become the leader of the Night's Watch and who was responsible for guarding and spying on Brandon could not be weak—but the identity of the other party determined that she must not be in any danger unless it was absolutely necessary.

Eckhart II had only two children, Conod was dead, and Fitlonay, the eldest princess of the royal side branch, was already the closest heir to the direct line......

Well, by then, even Lena de Salion, who is still in the Red Blood Castle, the woman who made Isaac make a change, will be qualified to compete for the throne.

On that day, the empire is afraid that it will really die.

"Don't dare, I'm just worried about your safety. Loren shook his head and smiled kindly: "After all, with the current situation in the Empire, if there is any risk to your safety......"

"If I die on the battlefield, the Imperial Council will never be able to find a second puppet that can counterbalance Brandon. Fitlonay said expressionlessly.

"......" Loren Turin.

"And those people seem to be starting to dislike me, probably because they don't feel as easy to control and manipulate as they seem?" As if not feeling the awkwardness of the atmosphere at all, Fitronay continued to whisper:

"Is there a better choice for me, who is disgusted by everyone and of no use to anyone, than to die on the battlefield - or if this is the result, they may still be able to pretend to pay tribute to me, and it may not be necessary to say two good words for me. ”

The black-haired wizard was rather stunned.

“...... I really didn't expect you to care so much about what others think of you. ”

"Do you care?" Fitronay asked, his eyes sharp, "If I really care... Loren Turin, you and I should be enemies now. ”

"I don't know if you're lying, but all I've done is do my best to protect the Imperial Capital and the Heavenly Dome Palace. ”

Loren frowned slightly: "Since that's the case, then you should ...... even more"

"Do you think that pulling the only elite legion in the imperial capital into the battlefield and leaving enough defenders will be able to suppress the nobles of the imperial capital?"

Fitlonay interrupted coldly: "If you really think so, then I can only think that you are still underestimating... No, it's overestimating the moths. ”

"So you left the imperial capital and became in my hands, uh......"

"Hostage, though I don't know if that makes them feel a little jealous. "With me, the 10,000-strong Sakran Legion will be more obedient to your orders, and with the royal family present, they will at least not disobey or flee." ”

"Either way, it's good for you... What's the problem?"

The black-haired wizard shook his head, no, nothing was a problem.

Connod, Brandon, Lena... What's wrong with you that you have to get along with a person with the surname de Salion?

If you want them to change their minds, I'm afraid it's ten thousand times more difficult than defeating the Eagle King.

Pulling the corners of his mouth, Loren waved his hand to Lu Sien behind him, and the gray-eyed young man with a tense face all the time immediately raised the battle flag in his hand, letting the herald cavalry waving the swallowtail flag disperse.

After a few minutes, the marching army began to slowly stop and spread out in formation.

"What are you doing?" Fitlonay's face was questioned, "This should be some distance from the camp of the Azorean elves." ”

"That's right, but if we wait until we arrive before starting the formation, the probability of being spotted will be greatly increased - no matter how thick the fog is, it can't stop the footsteps of 80,000 people. Loren explains:

"So you have to take a little risk and start your front before you go into battle, and it's a good thing that you can do it in a hinterland like Golovin. ”

"The so-called war is a gamble that can only be carried out when it is necessary to take advantage of all the conditions that are favorable to oneself and put the enemy in conditions that are unfavorable to them, and to ensure a sure victory, or to say that it is very certain. Loren sighed:

"The victor chooses war because he has the basis for victory, and the loser always can't wait to start a war with the enemy, and when he is cornered, he desperately pursues the possible miracle from the bitter battle. ”

"Those who are unprepared and who are delusional in the hope of winning by fighting a moment on the battlefield lose from the beginning. ”

The bland words made Fitlonay fall into deep thought.

"You didn't come up with it yourself, did you?"

“...... Let's keep going, the war is about to begin. ”

The black-haired wizard with a blank face pointed straight ahead, and the outline of a hillside could already be faintly seen in the thick fog.

"Why does your tone sound like the other party is waiting for us?"

Fitronay, who knew that the other party was changing the subject, did not easily let go of Loren's intentions.

But the black-haired wizard just shrugged his shoulders, and his expression was a little meaningful:

"Who's to say it isn't?"

..............................

"It's already getting dark, why don't you pull it out yet?"

Anson Zade, who was standing behind the elven little prince, frowned slightly, and there was a hint of impatience hidden in his expression: "I can't help but question your plan, but Your Highness... If we continue to wait like this, this rare fog may already be ......"

"My Chief Wizard, you really don't have the patience to play games!"

Fiddling with the telescope in his hand that had lost its function due to the dense fog, Rodria Azore glanced at the elf boy behind him a little helplessly:

"I can understand that you want to take revenge, but... The more times like this, the more you can't be anxious. ”

"Don't forget that we are the dominant side now, why are we so impatient to calm down as if we still owe them money, drink a glass of wine, eat something good, relax and learn to have fun. ”

“...... Yes, sir. ”

Anson Zade, who gritted his teeth, said very reluctantly.

On the foggy heights, the atmosphere of silence was very eerie - it was clear that the war was imminent, but it was so quiet that there was not even a trace of killing atmosphere, as if it was no different from every ordinary morning.

When the fog clears, the blue sky and clear water, the birds sing and the flowers are fragrant, and the fertile land of Sackland is full of flowers and young grasses that are different from their homeland, but they are just as luxuriant.

"~We are singing loudly today~ Drinking aged wine~ Wine glasses ping-pong ringing~ Crying next to relatives and friends... Dear sweetheart~ We are going to Sackland~Sackland~~~......"

The smiling elf prince even hummed a small tune, which made Anson Zade's mood even more weird.

Is that why I lost to Loren Torino?

"Foggy weather. ”

The elven prince suddenly put down his glass and spoke, causing Anson Zade to snap back to his senses.

"What are the advantages for the attacker in such foggy weather?"

"This ......"

Although he knew that His Royal Highness the prince was mostly just chatting for himself, the elf boy still had to cheer up:

"In foggy weather, the view of both sides will be greatly obstructed, which means that it will be difficult for the defenders to detect the presence of the attacker;"

"At the same time, because the field of vision is blocked, not only will the accuracy of long-range projection weapons be seriously reduced, but it will also be difficult to judge the exact number of enemies, let alone where the enemy's main attack direction is. ”

"Even if the enemy retreats, he will not dare to act rashly for fear of an ambush, which invisibly gives the attacking side a very large initiative and advantage, although the reverse is also true, the attacker is also playing a gamble, but in the end it is more advantageous than the defender. ”

"Therefore, in dense foggy weather, attacking with heavy defenses and strong forts is an excellent choice. The elf boy said cautiously:

"By taking advantage of environmental and climate change, we can even defeat the weak against the strong, defeating an enemy that might otherwise be impossible to defeat. ”

"This is especially true of a fortified city like the Imperial Capital - a long wall is a long line of defense, and the enemy who has lost his vision cannot do everything at all, and with a little luck and time, we can break through the walls and rush into the city before the enemy can react!"

"That's right, it seems that you are quite qualified as an adjutant, and my vision is really good. The little elf prince smiled very happily:

"It sounds nice to take advantage of the fog to launch a surprise attack and defeat a strong enemy, but all hope of victory depends on the abnormal weather... I don't want to say there's anything wrong with that, but most of the people who think about it are people who don't believe they can win. ”

"What's more... If we were able to take advantage of the foggy weather, wouldn't Loren Turin - the Imperial army should know better than we do about the terrain and the weather. ”

"Are you saying that he will abandon the walls of the imperial capital and fight us in the wilderness?!"

"Is it impossible?"

The elven prince asked with a smile.

"Impossible... No, it's not impossible, but it's too ......" Anson Zadeh felt his temples jump, and he found that he couldn't keep up with Rodriard's thoughts:

No matter how you think about it, it feels like he's killing himself. ”

Abandoning the fortified walls and impregnable city defenses to attack the Azorean elven camp, which occupies the heights, avenues and tidal flats, and has absolute defensive superiority, he does not think that Loren Turin can have any chance of winning.

"Is it really a dead end?" The elven prince tilted his head: "Didn't some people say that with this fog, the gap between the offensive and the defending side will be greatly narrowed?"

"That's right, but Your Highness, as you mentioned earlier, most of the people who put all their hopes of victory in the abnormal weather changes are those who don't quite believe that they can win. ”

Anson Zadeh retorted: "I don't know much about Loren Turin, but this cautious guy is definitely not a gambler. ”

"But in other words... If he did, it would mean that he was very sure of it, and it wasn't improvised, right?"

“...... You're still so good at leaving people speechless, Your Highness. ”

"Because that's just the way it is. The elven prince shrugged and handed one of the two glasses to Anson Zadeh, "And I'm really good at it. ”

"......" Anson Zadeh.

Just as the elven boy with a helpless face took the wine glass from the prince's hand, a slight vibration suddenly came from his feet, shaking the wine glass in the prince's hand.

"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound, and bright red Sackland spilled on the ground.

"His Highness Rodria?!"

"I see it!"

The excited little elven prince picked up the telescope in his hand almost immediately, and stared at a certain direction under the hillside—a moment ago, there had been a dazzling golden red:

"I can't be wrong about that color, it's the Imperials... No, it's Loren Turin's alchemy bomb!"

Anson Zade, who was on the side, stared blankly at the little prince's right hand, which had been cut by a fragment of a wine glass, because he was holding the telescope too hard, and blood had dripped onto the lens.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided it was better not to warn.

"Red, white, and black crosses, a three-headed dragon iron crown, and a golden lion on a black background... Oh, is this pulling out all the elites in the imperial capital city in one breath, preparing to raid this formation and take my head?!"

The elf little prince raised the corners of his mouth, and his smile gradually became hideous:

"In that case, let's try it, let's have a game, Loren Torino ......"

"Let's see who can take the first step and cut off the other person's head!"

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