The great war between St. El and the diocese of Bethlehem was on the verge of breaking out, and it was the largest parish war in the last decade, judging by the number of troops sent by both sides and the areas of engagement. This caused not only the other dioceses, but even the Holy See noticed it, and all the forces were quietly watching their every move here.

The combined forces of St. Ère and Denton-Lun advanced at a moderate pace, and at every point they were bound to set up military stations and reconnaissance posts, General Sfenok instilled in all officers before the attack that they should not take the enemy lightly, and as long as they did not have obvious flaws and mistakes, they could calmly deal with any problems when they came. The officers were more sympathetic to this plan, almost every one of them had fought for ten or even decades, and they knew all about the tactics usually used on the battlefield, and as long as they maintained superior forces and complete logistical supply lines, the war was at least firmly invincible.

On the fourth day of the coalition's advance, the scouts in front came the news that on the tributaries of the Sahong River, Beiselen had indeed relied on a fortress to station an army of about 13,000 men, of which more than 7,000 were slaves, 5,000 were cathars, and 1,000 were elite cavalry.

Sfenok frowned, he had obtained a lot of information before the war, so he still knew more about the situation in Beiseren.

At best, the slave army was only some auxiliaries responsible for carrying and repairing fortifications, and even those so-called cathars were recruited after the establishment of the diocese of Bethlehem, and their combat effectiveness was not strong there, only the one thousand elite cavalry worthy of his vigilance, because according to the battle results, they were in the war with the orcs half a year ago. This cavalry played a pivotal role in the eventual victory of Beiselen.

But to Sfenok's puzzlement, the diocese of Bethlehem did not expand its army until the start of the war, and still maintained an army of about 30,000 people, except for the army responsible for garrisoning the Great Wall of Somad, these people should have all the remaining military strength of Beiselen, are they not afraid of their own division of troops to attack? Is this a trap or an opportunity?

Just as he was frowning and thinking, a figure walked into the big tent and said, "General Sfenok." ”

When Sfenok heard this familiar voice, his first reaction was to stand up in a solemn manner. made a respectful military salute, and said at the same time: "The subordinates are here." But the next moment, his body tensed as if it had been compressed as a spring, and his hand fell on the hilt of his sword. His eyes widened, and he forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, slowly turned around, and said in a low voice: "Why are you here?"

"I'm going to take a look at my comrades who have fought alongside me in the past. The man in the black cloak walked in. He sat down casually, and picked up a roll of parchment on the table and flipped it up.

Sfinok's eyes were complicated, and he showed a wry smile, and said bitterly, "You shouldn't have come here. ”

The man smiled nonchalantly and said, "Isn't this what you want?" ”

After all, Sfenok is a man who has experienced strong winds and waves. He quickly regained his composure. Glancing secretly outside the tent. There was nothing unusual about it. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. But he didn't let go of the hilt of his sword that was holding the ground. On the contrary, it is a little tighter. He looked at each other carefully. sighed. Also sit down on one seat. He said with a complicated expression: "You know. War doesn't change because of one or two people. Even if you come back. The ending is also predestined. ”

"But one or two people can decide a war. The man's tone was fearless. He smiled faintly. "General." Why are you so nervous? It seems that I should be afraid of the earthly people at this moment, right?"

Sfenok actually wanted to give the order to arrest this man. However, he was thrown into a prison and secretly guarded. But if you change the time or place. He might have been happy to see the other person appear in front of him. Or maybe it's already been done a long time ago. But now. He really didn't dare to try. I don't want to try either. He knew his way of doing things well. Know that the other party is not the kind of impulsive and reckless person. I also know how influential this person is in the army. Since dare to appear here. Then everything must have been arranged. If you can't help but issue an order. Maybe it's yourself who dies first.

His ground slowly cooled down. "What are you doing tonight?" ”

"Tonight......" The man leaned back. It's like trying to stretch your fists and feet. Then he said in a commanding tone: "Gather all the officers of the land." I'm going to hold a military council. ”

"What?" said Sfenok. "Are you crazy? Do you know who you are now?"

"Do as I say!" This person didn't explain, didn't say more nonsense, but stood up directly, Sfenok was oppressed by the irresistible momentum and took two steps back, he was stunned, and then found in a trance that as long as the other party stood in the barracks, it was a god who could not be overpowered, the kind of awe that had been rooted in his heart for a long time once again made him lose the courage to resist, he looked up, but the other party also happened to look over, it was a pair of calm to emotionless eyes, he suddenly found that the last trace of warmth had been sharpened in it, and the remaining value was as cold and hard as a rock。

Sfenok sighed, this person can no longer find weaknesses, at least he can't find it, originally he wanted to resist, wanted to fight, but now it has turned into hesitation and incessant, which is rare in his decisive life, he also knows that the next decision will also affect the fate of a country, including himself, and even everyone in the barracks.

After thinking for a while, he still made what he thought was the most correct choice, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'll go." ”

"Yes! General Sfenok seems to be trustworthy. The man nodded approvingly and waved, "I'll wait here." ”

The moment Sfenok stepped out of the tent, he knew there was no turning back.

The secret military meeting held in the middle of the night made all the officers nervous, and they wondered whether there was any urgent incident, but everyone who entered the account found that there was a man in a cloak sitting on the main seat, and General Sfenok just stood to the side with a blank face, and the whole person was like a frozen stone statue.

When almost all the officers had entered the camp, the man pulled his hood off his head, and a resolute face that was familiar to everyone appeared before him.

All the officers were stunned for a moment, and then their minds "buzzed" as if they had been hammered, and after a few seconds of sluggishness, they came back to their senses, so that for a moment none of them could speak, and in an instant, an infinite wave of surprise and excitement came to their hearts.

"I followed my father into battle when I was nine, and became a qualified soldier at the age of twelve, and for more than ten years many of you have followed me in battle, victory, and defeat, so I just want to ask now," he paused, and then said aloud, "Will you fight with me again to open up the glory of Denton Lun?"

Each of the young officers seemed to be reminded of the past, how they had won victory after victory under the Commander-in-Chief, and how they had repelled the orc armies, and gradually, the blood slowly churned in their chests and surged into a surging force.

General Sfenok stared intently ahead, breathing a little heavily.

There was an oppressive silence in the tent, like the sweltering heat before a volcanic eruption, as if it could erupt at any moment with earth-shattering sounds.

At this time, a figure suddenly broke into the big tent, he looked at the person sitting on the main seat at the moment in shock, and then stretched out his finger in disbelief, turned back to Sfenok and said in a trembling voice: "General, this, what's going on, he, why is he here?"

Sfenok secretly snorted badly, he moved his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Your Royal Highness, this is ......"

"I see!" said Philipis, whose young and handsome countenance was distorted by anger, "You are traitors, you want to betray my father, betray your country, betray your family!"

As if there was a thunderclap in his ears, Sfenok's face changed drastically, his family was still in the royal capital of Dentonlun, if this matter was not handled properly, then once it leaked out, his family would definitely be implicated! His face changed several times, and finally a hideous one appeared.

Felipis seemed to sense something, and he took two steps back in shock, and said in a trembling voice, "You, what do you want to do?"

Sfenok took two steps forward with a gloomy face, and said coldly, "I want to do so." He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Philippius by the arm, then drew his dagger from his waist and slammed it forward, stabbing him in the heart with unerring accuracy.

Philippis put his arm around Sphenock's shoulder, his pretty eyes filled with disbelief and horror of death, and after a few spasms, his eyes slowly lost their brightness, and finally he lay on the latter's body weakly, and Bobo's blood flowed down the blood trough to the ground.

The officers in the camp watched all this in amazement, and for a moment, seemed to have lost all reactions.

Sfenok coldly pushed the corpse away and said, "Guys, we have no way out. ”

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