There was a dead silence on the round table. Duke Aldemar instantly lost all strength and collapsed in his chair. His military qualities are not inferior to Duke Alexis, in terms of defensive warfare, he is a well-deserved bull-eared man in the north, with him in charge, the frost cliff flag is really like an extremely steep and extremely steep frost cliff, it is an insurmountable moat for the enemy; So he quickly understood what Duke Alexis meant—the layout of the Omenwolf seemed to be cautious, but the tactical intent was simple and crude, which can be summed up in eight words: transfer the tiger from the mountain, encircle the point and send reinforcements - or siege the city to send reinforcements. In a head-to-head duel, they are at an absolute disadvantage in terms of military strength when they have to divide their forces to defend the Western Front, and the Omenwolf doesn't even have to devote all his strength to fighting a positional battle with them. The Misty Mountains traverse the entire northern border, and there is a great tide of raiding every year, and at its peak, the tide of looting in the Misty Mountains even had 100,000 people! Ravenston has been scattered, and the following year is another. The scholars of the Royal College of Boimbro had made a lengthy count, counting the number of Misty Mountain tribes killed in the twenty-year battle against the tide of raiding, and using this to estimate their total population. The results were astounding: even with the most demanding mathematical calculations - the total population of the Misty Mountain tribe far crushed the population of any two countries in the Pander Five today! It was hard to imagine that the tribes struggling to survive in that kind of bitter cold land would have such a full and vigorous vitality, if it weren't for the fact that the Misty Mountain tribe had always been xenophobic, those scholars would probably have the heart to go deep into the Misty Mountains to find out. But the tenacious vitality of this weed, which rivals that of the Great Plains of the Middle, is not a good thing for Livingston. Especially this year, the Omenwolf has taken the lead on a strategic level, and his army has even descended the mountain to the point where Ravenson has to be confronted with a weak force!

"Is there no other way?" Gregory IV spoke heavily.

"Yes, cut off your own arm. But the price paid after that was unbearable for the entire North. Duke Alexis's tone was so cold that it chilled in his heart, "Either abandon the Western Front, concentrate all the forces that can be concentrated, and confront the Omenwolf head-on; Either the area east of Fort Dalon Carat will be ceded to the natives of the Misty Mountains. The only difference between the two is whether the left arm or the right arm is broken. What is clear, though, is that regardless of the outcome this spring, Ravenston's next winter will be tough. ”

Gregory IV was dumbfounded, and he looked at Duke Alexis in disappointment, as if trying to find the answer in his face. But all he could see was an eternal piece of ice.

"I really don't believe it!" Marquis Otto said through gritted teeth. His fief was Oldenburg, near Boinbru. If the Omenwolf attacked the city, Oldenburg would not be spared. "Even if the Omenwolf learns a shallow strategy and glooms us, I don't believe that the group of miscellaneous people under him have the same quality as the regular army!"

"What do you think?"

"If they want to face each other, we will face each other!" Marquis Otto said word by word, his eyes surging with a strong fighting intent. "Defend the Western Front as you want, you don't need to draw a single soldier! We want to reproduce the legend of Ryan's Siege back then, break the strong with the weak, and the following grams! ”

"The north will always be the place where the dragon takes off!"

No one echoed it, and the impassioned speech of the Marquis of Otto seemed to fall into the void, like a boulder slowly sinking into a swamp, swallowed up by the solemn atmosphere of the round table. The lords with a slight military acumen shook their heads: Miscellaneous? In previous years, the raiding tide was indeed a rabble, and that was because the tribes in the Misty Mountains were so large, although they shared the belief of Vijovis, they were not monolithic, and it was not uncommon for them to attack each other for the barren resources in the mountains. The tide of raiding composed of these tribes seems to be overwhelming, but each great wave has its own ideas and goals, how can it not be broken? However, the tide of raids under the leadership of the Omenwolf has already initially acquired the basic qualities of the army. He is the messenger of the god Vijovis, who conveys the will of the gods in flesh and blood, and in a way he is the embodiment of the Misty Mountains. No matter how unruly the Misty Mountain tribe is, they will bow down to him! It doesn't even take a personal prowess to show it, and with faith alone, the Omenwolf can reorganize the tide of raiding into a strict army that is forbidden by order!

"Otto, eight years ago, you confronted the Gatu with Bogdan at Fort Aywasod and did not participate in the Battle of Poimbru." The Duke of Aldermar said that he did not have a close friendship with the Marquis of Otto, so he did not call him by name. "So you think those people are all crumb. But I was there. I saw the Misty Mountain people brave the Ranger Band's rain of arrows and launch a fearless charge, using their flesh and blood to consume the city's arrow reserves. The corpses were piled up at the base of the wall, so they climbed up on the corpses of their companions and were shot down again until the corpses were piled up as high as the walls. ”

"It was only because of a man's command that he made them rush forward and ascend to the head of the city of Poynbru. So they really rushed forward and used their lives to climb the city walls. It wasn't until that man was taken out of his heart by Lista that they lost their backbone. Duke Aldemar slowly recounted the details of the Battle of Boimbro in a deep voice, without hiding his lingering fears, "If I had a choice, I would not want to face the charge of those madmen. Maybe it's not a charge anymore," he sighed softly, "it's a pilgrimage of blood and fire. ”

"Our casualties in that battle were not high, but it was because we occupied the strategic and tactical high ground. That advantage is now gone. This generation of Omenwolves is no longer a reckless man who can only command the charge. Frost has a point, we have to make sacrifices to survive this winter. The Duke of Alderma raised his right hand firmly and painfully, "I propose, abandon Boynbru." ”

"No way!"

"Crino, are you going to bring shame on your family! Don't forget, your father, the old Duke of Aldemar, died at the gates of Poimbro! ”

"There are 300,000 soldiers and civilians in Poynbru, and that's 300,000 lives. You can do without the city, but those people don't just give up! ”

"What about the Royal Academy? Many of the sons and daughters of the nobility still studied there. And the Black Spear Knights, where Boimbulu is their headquarters, could it be so easy to abandon this Allied force that has always been fighting alongside us? ”

A cacophony surged over the round table, and almost everyone stood up, accusing the proposal of being unwise. There were only two exceptions, one was Duke Alexis, who was just slowly wiping the blood on his right hand with a white silk, and turned a deaf ear to the commotion around him, as if cut off by an invisible wall; The other was Gregory IV, who frowned in thought, and from time to time raised his head to glance at the Duke of Aldemar. At last he finally made up his mind and knocked the round table.

As the noise subsided, the eyes of the lords were focused on their king. "That's it for today's roundtable – don't look at me like that, I know time is ticking. But are you in the right position to make a decision? Let's all go back and think about it, and don't let impulsive resolutions make our sacrifices meaningless. ”

"Roundtable, end."