Chapter 95: Alan and George (6)
"Meet? What to meet? Alan said without raising his head. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"Lord Duke, this is a report from General Hannibal." Elizabeth held a pile of papers left and right, and handed Alan a parchment roll in her right hand. Apparently having successfully risen from the role of a guard to a secretary.
After taking it and looking at it twice, Alan picked up his pen and drew two symbols on it. If John knew, it was the word Chinese read.
"His Majesty George is very curious about you, and I judge that this meeting is likely to affect His Majesty's determination to continue fighting." John looked at the busy Alan and sighed.
"The game is over, and you came to talk to me at this time? The chat stream is not good, and I don't grasp the essence of it at all. Alan shook his head and muttered.
"This is the stockpile report submitted by Captain Kerry."
"Hmm..." After Allen looked at it twice, he immediately wrote down the approval on the document, and at the same time said to Elizabeth: "Go and inform Kerry to intensify the attack, twenty trebuchets will take turns to attack day and night, don't let the other party have the slightest chance to breathe." Don't save on ammunition, don't hesitate to run out! ā
"Yes!" Elizabeth took the papers, turned and left Alan's tent.
"How sure are you?"
"About fifty percent."
Oh, Alan laughed and said, "At the beginning, you boasted in front of me that you could let George VI give Roland City away, but now why are you only fifty percent sure?" ā
John shook his head and said with some regret: "After all, His Majesty George is also the lord of all Lorraine, I originally thought that I knew him well enough, but the hearts of people are deeper than I thought. ā
"Then why do you think he is seeing me?" Alan thought for a while and didn't think of what George VI meant. "Does he want to talk to me about the terms of the peace talks?"
"This..." John hesitated, and George VI at the time reminded him of the first time the two of them met. At that time, George VI was still a king as ambitious as Allen, full of the majesty and city of the upper echelons.
"Forget it!" Alan waved his hand and said to John relaxedly, "Since he wants to see me, let's see me." How to say that the other party is also the king of a country, and the face that should be given still has to be given. Go tell him. Three days later, at noon, Roland City was down! ā
Looking at Allen, who was full of confidence and did not take such a big event as the meeting of the two kings to heart at all, John sighed in his heart. In the case of George VI and Allen, John finally understood why magicians have never been able to truly guide the direction of the continent, and why they have always been a supporting role in history.
Because of these people, these aristocrats seem to have a natural leadership, with a pride that no one can match. No matter how good a person is, they can't make them bend in front of them. Perhaps, this is the power that the real aristocracy has, a ambition and mind that surpasses ordinary people.
John bowed and slowly stepped back.
Alan took out the documents from the pile of papers next to him and read them carefully.
The chirping of insects on a summer night can sometimes be comforting, and sometimes it can be noisy. It all depends on the emotions in the individual's heart. But for some, it's a true portrayal of them.
Hals paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, his brow furrowed tightly, his face heavy and preoccupied. Until a door opened interrupted his movements.
Renard walked in through the door, walked past Hals without saying a word with a gloomy face, and sat down at the table by himself.
"Your Royal Highness, what's the situation?" Hals hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
Alas... Renard sighed and said, "The enemy seems to have stepped up their offensive, and the catapult's attack has caused us more damage than expected. ā
Hals was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth, and quietly leaned close to Renard's ear and said, "Your Highness, let's leave Roland." ā
"What nonsense!" Renard glared at Hals, "Roland is our capital!" How easy to give up! ā
Hals swallowed a mouthful of saliva, plucked up his courage, and retorted against Renard's angry gaze: "Your Highness, the centuries-old foundation of the Rollin Kingdom is now in danger. Roland City was sparsely armed and demoralized, making it difficult to fight against the Essis. Only by giving up Roland and retreating to the south can there be a chance to turn defeat into victory! ā
"Presumptuous!" Renard shouted angrily, and then reprimanded: "Hals, you are doing me harm!" Is Rollin still called Rollin if he loses Roland City? If we can't defeat the Esis now, why should we fight them again after retreating to the south! ā
"Your Highness! You can't say that! Hals was anxious, and regardless of Renard's identity being a few grades higher than him, he quickly replied: "We stay in this Roland City, which will definitely fall, and the future of the kingdom will be ruined!" Your Highness, you know that Roland is isolated and has little food and soldiers, so he can't fight against Ouranos for a long time. Only by leaving here, leaving the encirclement of Ouranos, can we reorganize our forces and launch a counteroffensive. ā
"You!" Renard opened his mouth to scold, but he couldn't. Hals was right when he said that Roland had little to defend at all, and morale was still low due to successive defeats. Now under the siege of the Essis army, they can't even send a signal for help. Defending Roland is already a dead end.
But he couldn't abandon Roland City. Because this is the capital of the Kingdom of Rollin, it is the spiritual belief of the people of Rollin. Once Roland City falls, it will definitely be a fatal blow to the entire kingdom.
"Your Highness, I have a plan, you might as well listen to it." Hals leaned back into Renard's ear and whispered. Renard glanced at Hals, thinking that he was at a loss for what to do in his current situation, and he was not interested in stopping Hals.
"Your Highness, I have already communicated with the people of the church. It turns out that Ouranos, a guy who doesn't know the height of the sky, has long been suspicious of the church. As long as we persisted, the Church promised to provide us with the necessary military support, including money and war supplies, and to send Templars to help us if necessary. ā
Renard raised an eyebrow and motioned for Hals to continue. Hals received Renard's gesture and said excitedly: "Your Highness, you don't know that this guy Ouranos is a madman, not only has he offended the church, but even the nobles in the Kingdom of Ammuxi have great opinions about him. If it weren't for the sudden change of the Danone Kingdom, which made the Anmuxi Kingdom have no time to take care of it, I'm afraid that the Duke of Ouranos would have been unable to do it for a long time. As long as we insist on the end of the war in the Kingdom of Reach, when the Kingdom of Ammuxi comes to its senses, we will definitely help us deal with this guy Ouranos! ā
"What you said sounds good, but it doesn't help us in our predicament at the moment. The most important thing for us is to deal with the attack of Ouranos! ā
"Yes, Your Highness. That's why I suggest you give up holding on to Roland City. ā
Renard frowned, but finally did not interrupt Hals.
"Holding on to Roland City is already a dead move, and only the determination of a strong man to break his wrist can save Roraine. Your Highness, we still have many elite troops left behind in the Gothenburg Fortress and Rochester Territory in West Lorraine, they are all your old subordinates, and they have fought against the barbarians all year round, and they are strong in combat. As long as they are brought back, an army can be reassembled in no time. ā
"Are you crazy? Those troops are defending against the barbarians, what if they are transferred back to West Lorraine! Renard exclaimed.
"Your Highness! Rollin is already so dangerous, how much is a mere West Rollin worth? Once the gates of West Rollin were opened, the barbarians were able to enter Rochester's territory, and in order to consolidate their territory, Ouranos had to resist the barbarian invasion. Isn't that a win-win-win-win Hals said excitedly.
"But... But... The people of West Lorraine, they ... ā
"Your Highness! Those who achieve great things are not informal! How many times have you been born and died to defend against barbarians over the years, and now is the time for them to repay you! ā
At this time, Renard was already stunned by Hals's plan, he didn't expect Hals to be so ruthless, he knew that with the habits of a barbarian, once he entered the human world, it would definitely be the result of life. Countless human beings will be slaughtered and enslaved by barbarians. This is the hatred accumulated by countless years of feuds, and it is impossible to resolve.
But on second thought, if the barbarians had crossed the West Lorin, then Ouranos would have to resist with all his might. At that time, he can take the opportunity to flank Ouranos, and no matter how powerful Ouranos is, he will not be able to fight against two enemies at the same time.
However, the price is ćććććć It's just too big. Renard did not dare to make a decision, because once this decision was made, he Renard would be a sinner for the ages, and even if one day he really defeated Ouranos and expelled the barbarians again, he would not be able to wash away his sins.
Cold sweat slipped down Renard's forehead, and although he didn't speak, his tangled features already expressed his mixed feelings.
"Your Highness, if you are worried that the responsibility for this matter is too great, why don't we pretend... In the name of the royal family ... ā
"Bastard! That's what you can say, too! Renard slapped the table and shouted.
Hals snorted, he heard that Renard was already angry, and hurriedly took a few steps back and bowed down: "Your Highness, the survival of Rollin is here!" ā
Heavy breathing slowly subsided, and Renard lowered his head a little weakly. Hals stood trembling in front of Renard, not knowing whether Renard would agree to his suggestion, which even he was not confident in.
The room was terrifyingly quiet, and the invisible pressure gathered little by little, as if it was about to crush the two of them.
Dodo!
The sound of three knocks on the door seemed to be the key to unlocking the invisible shackles, and Renard and Hals were relieved.
"Who?"
"Your Highness, Your Majesty has sent someone to summon you to the palace." (To be continued.) )