King Pullen spent a day mobilizing the October Army from King Pullen, and after March, the Legion drew 200 reservists from the Military Training Academy, plus the Fallen Twilight Army and the newly joined Death Giant Crossbow to form a huge team of nearly 1,000 people, and then marched towards the "crossroads" at the exit of Lianhuan Mountain.

After a day's march, the Pullen Regiment finally took the central "high ground" of the crossroads before the Welsh and set up again in formation for the battle to come.

On this day, the weather was clear and cloudless.

Normally it was a day of travel, but for the Welsh who were marching in the forest at this time, they had never eaten anything except a brown bread soup in the morning. The soldiers, who were suffering from hunger, were already going crazy with hunger.

Wales has recently been without a harvest for many years, food is scarce, and after a brief battle between the Irish Alliance and England last year, Wales was unfortunately defeated and had to sue for peace, only to be burned and plundered by the English along the way, making the already scarce food even worse.

Carlos Battier, Prince of Wales, was not a wise leader in his own right, and he would do little but use his royal status to oppress his people. Sometimes, if there was a shortage of food in his territory, he even sent troops to loot the grain of his people in all directions, scavenged it and sent it to the grain depot to supply him, despite his status as a king.

Carlos's selfishness made the lower classes of Wales hate him, but everyone dared not speak out, they could only endure in silence and go out to find wild grass and fruits to satisfy their hunger.

Originally, even if it was like this, it was nothing, at least I could live well. Not long ago, however, the sudden appearance of the royal city of Pullen broke the current situation, and they drove out the English stationed in Pandora and occupied the area, and developed at a very rapid pace, turning an ordinary port town into a huge port city, with an average daily merchant ship carrying enough goods and grain to feed more than 30,000 people.

The Prince of Wales was extremely red-eyed, but he was secretly afraid of the strength of the troops in the royal city of Pullen, which was a force that even the English people had been completely wiped out, so Carlos had been secretly keeping a low profile, and at the same time scavenging civilians and laborers everywhere to fill his army. Finally, in April last year, he completed the largest conscription in the history of Wales, bringing his number of soldiers to more than 2,300, which can be said to be the largest force he has ever led.

However, the price paid was also very heavy, that is, most of the villages and towns in Wales near the royal capital, more than 80% of the strong force was captured, and most of the remaining people hid in the mountains and did not dare to come out. If they come out or are discovered, they will be immediately taken away and thrown into the army to die.

Therefore, Carlos came with the belief that he would win, and he would never allow himself to fail, let alone allow the treasures he had seen in his eyes to be controlled by others. Greed for the riches of Pandora prompted Carlos to push his troops to march quickly, despite all his might.

Finally, on the third day, the Welsh troops came out of the territory of Chain Hill and arrived at the crossroads a full day earlier than scheduled.

However, what people didn't expect was that as soon as the Welsh troops came out of the forest, they immediately encountered the elite troops of King Pullen, who had been waiting here for a long time. The two armies stood guard across an open meadow, and at this time some of the fortifications of the royal city of Pullen had not yet been completed, and most of the people were still quite surprised to see the Welsh army that suddenly appeared on the opposite side.

At this time, King Pullen was also quite surprised, and the Welsh legion, which he had thought would take another day to arrive, was even faster than the scheduled march!

Of course, though.

Welsh people were born in Wales, surrounded by mountains, and they ran through the mountains almost as fast as the plains. What's more, this army is fully equipped except for the two hundred king's personal guards, and the other soldiers are all light infantry, and some even come with an axe pinned to their waists, so naturally the marching speed will be very fast.

"My lord—!! The enemy sends messengers! ”

The sentry pointed to the battlefield and shouted.

King Pullen looked up and saw two infantry men holding white flags standing on the grassland, and a middle-aged man in a black cloak riding a horse looking this way.

Behind the middle-aged man were the Welsh army scattered all over the forest, almost filling the forest with their mighty numbers, armed with spears and swords, and their faces painted with strange paint. It was a ritual of conquest, and the Welsh believed that even if they died in battle, they would be able to enter Valhalla, where they would continue to fight for the king.

The army of 2,000 men looks extraordinarily magnificent, and if it is on the plain, it is a black line on the horizon, which is simply called a line of heaven.

“…… King of Wales? ”

Are you still planning to negotiate now? King Pullen thought about it and thought that maybe this was a good opportunity. Although the war has not officially started yet, some things can already be laid out in advance.

A careful look at the enemy's troop layout shows that it is almost full of flaws, and it is completely relying on the superiority in numbers to cheer itself up. They had no heavy infantry, no cavalry, but in the depths of the forest there seemed to be a plurality of archers. Roughly estimated, there were about six hundred people, but half of them were forest hunters, just like the original hunting party in the city of Puron.

"My lord? Do you want to go over? “

King Pullen looked back at the herald lieutenant, and then at the man holding the white flag on the steppe. In an instant, a thought flashed through King Pullen's mind.

King Pullen whispered a few words to the herald in a low voice, and then saw the herald receive the order with a solemn face, and then turned and rode away to the fallen army on the mountain.

"In the face of provocations and negotiations from the enemy. We Pulun people have no reason to back down. Well, you two follow me, and I'll go and meet the enemy boss in person!" “

King Pullen rode with two October knights to the center of the battlefield to negotiate with the king of the Welsh.

This time, King Pullen did not take Ni with him, but he followed another man. The man wears silver armor and wears a metal mask. Ni didn't explain much about the person he recommended, but said that with his skills, he would definitely be able to ensure the safety of the king in the chaos of the war.

Out of trust in Nun, King Pullen took this silver-haired guard with him this time.

It didn't take long for the horse to trot, and it was time to reach the venue of the negotiation.

"Stop, Pullen!"

A Welsh soldier stepped forward and stretched out his hand to stop him.

King Pulls the reins of his horse, goes around the soldier beautifully, and stops his horse firmly in front of the middle-aged man, looking at it condescendingly. The middle-aged man with a stubble was none other than the Prince of Wales, broad-shouldered, tall, with a round head without a strand of hair, and his long, slender eyes that flashed with a sinister glint from time to time