Chapter Thirty-Eight: The King Is Unkind!
"If you're talking about now, then I can tell you that there are only 30,000. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 "But in the future, Katwan's arsenal will send us a steady stream of weapons, and even a child with a cannon can kill a trained sergeant." I can even see that in the future, the black ground will shake the earth! ”
Pache raised the cannon in his hand and said proudly, but Rakshasa asked worriedly, "Does Condon know about this?" ”
"I think he knows, after all, Ghost Rider is not a vegetarian either." Patch put the cannon back in the sandalwood box, closed the lid, and continued, "For this unprecedented battle, Nolan mobilized almost all the supplies that could be requisitioned across the country. Although the drought has caused the people of Nolan to mourn, the rulers of Nolan are still insisting on going their own way. I think they are desperate, as long as they can conquer the whole of the Black Lands, they can continue the northern expedition to Albertan on this basis, and at that time Long Island will also be invaded by the Nolan Grand Fleet. But as long as we can resist Nolan's invading army for a month, Nolan's country will definitely be **** because of heavy taxes, and the million-strong army will also be dragged down due to the lack of food and grass. ”
"You are right, in the next month or two, Nolan's million-strong army will definitely invade the Blackland from the south and the east, how do you ensure that the Blackland can resist the million-strong Nolan army for a month?" Although Rakshasa was sarcastic, there was no contempt in his eyes, but he looked very worried.
After all, this country was created by his father, and he was supposed to be the ruler of this country, although for various reasons the Luo royal family disappeared and hid in this land, but as the only royal survivor, Rakshasa still can't bear to see it fall with his own eyes.
Patch sighed heavily, as if to vent the sorrow of countless years in his heart. "Although we have an army of 200,000 in the Black Land, there are only about 60,000 trained sergeants, and the remaining 100,000 are militias with low combat effectiveness and miscellaneous soldiers who are temporarily conscripted. But war is changing rapidly, and since our combat effectiveness is inferior to that of the enemy, we need to use tactics flexibly to reduce the enemy's strength. ”
Patchy paused, and suddenly his face showed a solemn expression, and Jing Ling and Rakshasa on the side couldn't help but feel slightly solemn.
"Little devil, what I say next, you have to keep it in mind, the fate of the Black Land will be changed at this moment." Patch's eyes suddenly showed a sense of vicissitudes.
"That night...... Viper and I have conspired a devastating deception, and the stakes are on the entire geopolitical landscape of the East. Ever since the drought struck the Holy Land of Nolan, I knew that Nolan's careerists had found an excuse to start a war. Whether it is the Light Sect or the slave owner class, they are all eyeing the Black Land, and this is already a matter of well-known to passers-by. But when the 20,000 Nolan troops shouted the slogan of reconquest from Ice City and attacked Rock Gravel City at night, they did not know that they had fallen into a long-planned deception. ”
"You mean you knew that the Nolan Army would attack Rock Gravel City at night!?" Rakshasa trembled in his heart and couldn't help but lose his voice.
"Not only do we know, but we even hollowed out the land under the city walls in the name of repairing the aqueducts, and when the shells of Nolan's army bombarded the empty walls underground, that war was actually doomed to Nolan to be the victor." Patch smiled sadly: "We slowed down the evacuation of the people for various reasons, and in the end only 300,000 people successfully retreated to Lombardo City, and the 200,000 soldiers and civilians were deliberately left in Rock and Gravel City by us, and the Nolans finally stepped in. ”
"You bastard!" Rakshasa lunged in front of Patchy, one hand clenching his throat tightly, his eyes flashing with rage as if he were about to devour Patch.
"You are as impulsive as your father, and that's why he died young, and I don't want you to follow in his footsteps." Patch said with a sad look on his face.
"You don't deserve to mention my father, you don't deserve it!" Rakshasa clamped the hand around Patchy's neck a little harder.
Patch's face grew purple, and Kyoling was already standing on the spot.
The people behind the slaughter turned out to be Patch and Viper!
Jing Ling's mind was flooded with memories, and he could even remember the ugly face of the Nolan army after the city was broken, as if he saw his father beheaded in the market, and his female relatives were brutally murdered after being humiliated by many Nolan soldiers. The civilians who resisted were mercilessly slaughtered, and in order to prevent the enemy from drinking clean water, the people stuffed the wells and streams in the cities and villages with their bodies, and the rotting corpses, each of which was worthy of admiration.
As long as it is a young and beautiful woman, it is turned in public. Rape and those who do not resist will be subjected to more cruel abuse, and in the end they will either be tortured to death or treated as sex. Slaves are sold. The gravel city and its six villages are strewn with corpses, and the people see death as a relief, while those who are enslaved live worse than death, day and night hoping that their compatriots will come and rescue them......
Patch's face began to turn blue from the lack of oxygen, but he held his breath and said with difficulty, "Your father said a word...... The king is unkind! ”
The king is unkind!!
Rakshasa's face was distorted by pain, and he finally let go of the hand that was clamping Patch's neck, but the sadness in his eyes gradually increased.
"Ahem, cough, cough......" Patch coughed rapidly, and after relieving his breath, he said bitterly, "Am I willing to exchange a city of 200,000 soldiers and civilians for a chance to thwart the enemy!?" ...... If you don't, sooner or later the Black Lands will be destroyed, and eight million people will be enslaved, is that what you want to see? ...... Have you ever thought about my pain! ”
Patchy defended his actions with an excited face, but Rakshasa would not forgive him in any way, and neither would Kyoling forgive him.
"When you become the king of the Black Lands, you will understand what it means to be a king without mercy." Patch trembled, as if he had uttered the most difficult passage of his life.
"I've quit this Game of Thrones, and no one wants to get me back involved!" Rakshasa roared.
Jing Ling rushed forward and punched Patch in the face hard, and Patch immediately covered his face and screamed in pain.
The warm scene that was still hugging each other was met in a blink of an eye, and this scene had to make people sigh at the impermanence of the world.
Although both Rakshasa and Jing Ling were murderous towards Patch, they both knew that if they killed Patch, it would be difficult for them to be buried with them, after all, this was the Blackland military camp!
As soon as Palki's wail sounded, the four guards outside the military tent suddenly rushed in and drew their swords against Rakshasa and Jingling......
Pache endured the pain and shouted at the guards, "Did I let you in, stand down!" ”
"But Your Majesty ......"
The four guards looked at each other with embarrassed expressions on their faces when they saw that their king had been beaten to the point of bleeding scarlet, and the dark-skinned Praetorian Guard captain looked at Jing Ling and Rakshasa with murderous intent.
Pache wiped the blood from his nose with his hand, then stood in front of Rakshasa and Jing Ling, and shouted angrily again, "I'll let you stand down!" Didn't you hear! ”
The four guards put away their weapons and turned to exit the tent, but they were guarded by the tent and would not hesitate to do their duty if they heard any disturbance.
Pache turned to face Rakshasa, his countenance looking much older in an instant.
"If nothing else, Ice City will soon be captured by the Viper people, and then that person will become the lord of the Black Land, and we will work together to annihilate the 60,000 Nolan army in Rock Gravel City. As long as the ruined city walls are knocked down, in front of tens of thousands of cannons, the Norlan defenders are a herd of lambs to the slaughter. From this point on, the invading army of Nolan will be severely defeated, and the lords who are responding to the summoning orders of the Holy See and the Imperial Court will begin to weigh the pros and cons, and they will not take any more risks as long as they know that the invasion of the Black Lands will pay a terrible price. And once the support of the lords is lost, the Northern Expedition planned by the Light Sect and the Nolan royal family will also be aborted. ”
"What did he promise you!" Rakshasa was unwilling, but he knew that Blackland was just a small country, and Pache was just a puppet king. The weak should be enslaved by the strong, Luo Tianqi's words seemed to ring in Rakshasa's ears again.
Patch unbuttoned the chest of his armor, trying to pull something out of it, but when he saw the nosebleed in his hand, he stopped and turned to wipe the nosebleed from his hand with the tent. Then he took out a book wrapped in deerskin from his armor, and it could be seen that Patch cherished this book very much, and did not want even a trace of dirt to stain it, only to see him holding the book in both hands, and his eyes showed a look of fascination and cherishment.
"What is this?" Rakshasa felt Packy's mood change, and there was a guess in his mind that his breathing suddenly became rapid.