"I curse you!"

"Neither you nor your army can leave this place!"

"All the invaders will die in the forest."

"May your soul be taken over by Satan in Hell!"

The vicious words leaped onto the page, and Bella read the letter tremblingly, almost vomiting blood.

"Soul light!"

The king of Hungary knocked over all the contents of the king's tent and threw the contents of the table to the ground.

Hearing the noise in the tent, the guards thought that an assassin had appeared, and opened the curtain and rushed in.

But the scene before him was embarrassing, and the powerful king sat alone on the throne panting.

"Get out of here!"

"Get out of here!"

Bella's roar swept everyone away, he didn't intend to let his subordinates see his dignity.

It's an insult to the majesty of the king!

After the defeat of the river crossing, the Hungarian king did not give up, but made a desperate bet to fight the Roman army here.

Hussars in the hundred-man mass were sent out and rushed up and down the Great River, making several attempts to cross the Drava River.

But the war did not go well, and each attack was blocked by the Romans on the opposite side of the river.

The standard armament of the Imperial army was far superior to the crude scimitar bow and arrow of the Kingdom of Hungary.

What else can be done?

The morale of the Magyars was gradually eroded by such an endless battle, and the warriors were demoralized.

In particular, the nobles of the kingdom suffered heavy losses, and a third of the elite cavalry was killed.

Those who were still alive were also beaten up by the Romans along the banks of the great river and became prisoners of the emperor.

But Bella has no regrets, this is a necessary step to take full control of the kingdom.

Without bloodshed, there would be no such envoys to the elite of the kingdom as they are today.

Now the Hungarian nobles are bowing to Béla and leaving the king to be killed and killed.

How could it not be done?

It's also tolerable to pay a small price!

Outside the king's tent, the sound of the neighing of the horses reached the king's ears, causing Bella to raise her head.

A stumbling Magyar messenger rushed into the tent, fell to the ground, whimpered, and handed over the battle report in his hand.

The king of Hungary had an ominous premonition that this man's costume came from the royal guards of the royal capital.

On the spread out battle report, a few short lines of words came into view, and the king's heart tugged.

Immediately closing the battle report, Bella calmed down and made herself look calmer.

"Your Majesty!"

"Please save Wang Du!"

"Shut up!"

The King of Hungary looked at the tent gates, and when he was sure that no one should have heard, Béla asked in a hoarse voice.

"How many people have read this letter?"

The messenger was frightened by the king's hideous face at this time, and was stunned for a moment.

"Speak!"

Bella smashed the scroll in her hand and hit the Wang family guard in the face, bleeding profusely.

"Your Majesty, there is no one, I went all the way south and came to His Majesty's camp as fast as I could."

Bowing down, the messenger aggrieved, but also shrouded in fear.

"Did you come into contact with anyone when you came in?"

The king asked again solemnly, and Sen Ran's tone disturbed the messenger's mind.

"No, Your Majesty!"

"Really, no!"

"Oh, that's right!"

The King of Hungary slowly stepped down from his throne, close to the messenger's ear, and wrapped his hand around his neck.

"You're doing a great job!"

"Very good!"

"Thanks to you, otherwise the kingdom's army might be in a desperate situation!"

The young royal guard looked up, intending to thank King Bella's care.

But the two men looked at each other, and the messenger shuddered, and the king's red eyes stared at him motionless.

"Your Majesty........."

As if realizing something, the young guard brought out a crying voice and burst into tears.

"Your Majesty, I want to live ........."

"I want to live ........."

"Poof!"

With a crisp sound, the king's blade had already pierced through the messenger's neck, and the young man died in an instant.

"I'm sorry!"

"If you die, the kingdom army will be saved!"

The dead Magyar royal guards lay on the ground, their still twitching bodies at the king's feet.

Smearing the blood from his sword on the dead guard, the king calmly sat back on his throne.

"Someone!"

"Someone!"

"There are assassins!"

The curtain of the tent was vigorously pushed open, and the Hungarian soldiers threw themselves into the king's tent.

Sweeping through the dead body lying in the center, the guards were shocked to discover that the slain assassin was the messenger of the royal capital, who had just entered.

"Don't you know?"

"This man is not a messenger of the kingdom at all, but an assassin sent by the Romans!"

Bella shouted, causing everyone to bow their heads in fear.

Laszlo, the king's chief of guard, flashed with sorrow in his eyes, and then straightened his color.

"Your Majesty!"

"I'm sorry!"

"This is my mistake, please allow me to take this assassin's body down and search it."

Bella gave her chief guard a deep look, then nodded, acquiescing to the offer.

When Laszló, the chief of the Hungarian king's guard, walked out of the tent, he said a word to the guards who were carrying the corpses.

"Bury him!"

Several of the guards were at a loss for what to do, and they were entangled in the words of the chief, which were completely contrary to the advice that the chief of the guard had just made to the king.

"Your Excellency?"

"You don't need to know much!"

"Knowing too much, it's not good for you!"

"Do as I say!"

None of the warriors who could be selected as royal guards were fools, and some people had already understood the meaning of the guard's words.

"What about us?"

"Do as Master Laszlor says!"

In this way, the death of a messenger was drowned in obscurity in the Hungarian army camp, silently.

…………………………

Putting down the parchment in his hand, Theodosius smiled triumphantly.

"Can the King of Hungary still do it?"

Marshal Duilius immediately transmitted the progress of the Cumans to the rear.

As commander-in-chief of the Empire's Western Front, Theodosius had all the first-hand information on all fronts of the Imperial Army.

The speed of information transmission (waterway) allowed the commander of the Imperial Army to penetrate the fog of war one step ahead of the enemy.

"Bella should be in a dilemma now!"

"General, my lord!"

Sitting across from Theodosius, Pseros was playing a game of chess with his superiors.

On the side with the most red chess, Pseros played the role of the Imperial Army.

Theodosius, on the other hand, took the position of king of Hungary with the blue chess.

The superiority of the Imperial Army pressed the Hungarian Army back and forth, and it was a game of war chess in which the situation was toppled upside down.

The Hungarian army is running out of steam!

"It's going to be a general!"

Theodosius smiled mysteriously and pushed the chessboard away.

"Pseros!"

"What do you say, what will be the expression of our opponent after he is attacked from the rear?"

"It's going to be fun!"

"It's a pity, we can't see it!"