Titus was furious, but he didn't have room to attack, and several guards with big shoulders and round waists had already stepped up, reaching out to grab him, not caring about his status as an imperial general. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Soon, Titus was tied up with hemp rope and tossed aside, a rag torn from nowhere in his mouth, whining, and vicious curses poured into his fire-breathing eyes. But what could he do? It's not a matter of a day or two to tear his face with this young legionary commander - in fact, among the great nobles of the empire, there are really very few people who don't tear their faces with him, and it is really one of the three heroes of the empire who can't be a man, and his aristocratic background, philistine temperament, rogue behavior, and cruel personality doom him to be embattled in social terms.

Antonius let out a sigh of relief and began to concentrate on the battle situation, Duke Brennus deserved to be a famous general known for his aggressiveness, even if it was only on the north shore of Chen Bing, Antonius felt that the tip of the opponent's sword was always pointing at his nose. All he could rely on was the strategic location of the Sebu Bridge. At the same time, the young legion commander was a little glad that his father was right, and the person who came was indeed Duke Brenus, who was good at running, and only this lion would pose a mortal threat to the rear of the imperial army. And only the Seb Bridge would be a danger to the lion, and if the people who came were the other two of the three princes of Saarion, the Seb Bridge would be at best a traffic artery.

After careful deduction, Antonius breathed a sigh of relief, he did not dare to boast that he could stop the lion's footsteps, but at least he could hold off the Duke of Brennus for three days. Three days, not too much, no less, although it can't affect the direction of a battle, but it can accumulate enough advantages for victory!

It's just that it's not enough for me to stick to it for three days...... Antonius's palms were full of sweat, and the point is, father, what you have to hold on to is not just three days......

"Three days." Morris threw the slide rule on the map and said anxiously, "Antonius's formation is clearly aimed at us!" The cavalry could not be deployed on the bridge deck at all, and could only rely on the infantry to advance, and a hole was carved in the south bank so that the cavalry could have room to charge. ”

Kaye blushed, three days, which meant that even if they forced their way through the Sebu Bridge, the empire would have freed its hands from the entanglement of the Daxia and was ready to entertain this uninvited guest. "Wait?" Kaye almost squeezed the word out between his teeth. "Lord Duke Elfwan is marching towards Fort Carlindern, and we can only hope that he will break the deadlock."

"Not waiting." A majestic voice came from outside the tent. "Attack now." At the same time the curtain was lifted, and a burly man entered, with gray hair and a youthful look on his eyebrows. He looked down at the tactical sandbox, and the Imperial army on the opposite shore tried to hold the bridgehead with a large number of spearmen and shields, and as long as the crossbowmen shot their positions, the line was impregnable—at least in the face of him. The intention is obvious, that is, to pinch the sore feet that the cavalry cannot spread on the bridge. Very effective tactics, however, too redundant.

It did work, strangling the weakness of the cavalry; But it is also redundant, because he is the Duke of Brenus, the lion of Affindor.

Will a male lion be blocked by thorns? Never!

"The herald, the Fire Lion Brigade dismounted and was incorporated into the forward infantry; The Blood Lion Brigade prepares for a front-line charge. "He put the two most elite teams of the Lion Knights in the forward lineup! Then he looked at Kaye and said coldly, "Tactical awareness is still monotonous. Knights who can only exert their combat effectiveness on horses should roll off to become cavalry! ”

"Yes!" Kaye was ashamed and took the order to go out. Morris looked at his father uneasily: "If you don't declare war, it will hit your reputation." ”

"War has nothing to do with honor, only victory or defeat." Duke Brennus looked directly at his youngest son, "This is your first lesson. ”

"Yes, father."

"Let the warriors teach you a second lesson." Brenus stepped out of the tent, the sun shining brightly on his silver-white armor, and the knights saluted the famous Saarion general. He raised his arms and roared majestically, "Tell little Maurice!" What is the enemy? ”

Sarion's most elite lion knight yelled, "Just crush it!" ”

At this moment, the sound was blazing.

In front of Fort Callindeen is a plain on which the Empire and Sarion have fought one hundred and thirty-eight battles since the ancient battle between Osa Sauron and Archduke Alfred! The blood of both sides has long soaked this small land, and the warriors that both countries have lost over the years are enough to fill the fertile central plain with white crosses.

A force of nearly 10,000 men marched slowly, the cavalry opened the way, the infantry guarded the flanks, the heavy siege weapons were carefully protected in the center, and occasionally light cavalry entered and exited the array, like surveying worker bees feeding back instant information.

Unlike the Duke of Brenus, who was preparing to make a long march to the rear of the Imperial army, this army would capture Fort Carindeen, and even go straight to Issos if necessary. The Duke of Elfwan was the president of this army, and he was scheming and well-governed, and no one in Sarion could beat him when it came to conquering the city.

Duke Elfwan was on his horse, coughing softly, and he was looking down at a map of the Empire. He wore a pair of elaborate gold-rimmed glasses, and even though his whole body was wrapped in heavy armor, he was more like a noble scholar accompanying the army than a commander of an army of 10,000 people.

The Duke's finger landed lightly on the castle of Callindern, and then drew a smooth straight line on the yellowed drawings, pausing before Issos, and making a circle around the most fertile land in all Pande. He had no doubt that he would be able to connect the two realms of the empire, one of which was the stronghold of the Cult of the Goddess of Creation. The army of the Imperials has already marched into the desert of Daxia, and there is no possibility of returning in a short time, even if the city defense is still strong, but in the eyes of the Duke of Elfwan, a city without a general garrison is as weak and attractive as a girl with a jade body.

At the same time, the Duke of Elfwan was also curious, the Empire did not lack tactical acumen, and they would inevitably leave behind a handsome man enough to sit in the Empire to deal with the sharpening of the sword. Is it the Archon of Justus who has earned the allegiance of the Guardians of the Holy Sepulchre? Or the Archon of Livius, the elite infantry of the Empire? Or is it ...... Duke Elfwan's eyes narrowed, and cold light refracted from the crystal lenses. He had seen the banner held high at Fort Callindern, and on the grim green silk was tattooed an eerie night owl, the coat of arms of General Sitorius.

The Duke of Elfwan laughed happily, and he could imagine the expression of Sidolius when he returned from the expedition to see that his territory had been annexed to the territory of Saarion, but his smile quickly froze on his face, for he saw a troop of troops rushing out of the city gates, silently, orderly, and quickly forming themselves in front of Fort Carlindern. This is an army of more than 3,000 people, but it has made a posture of going head-to-head with an army of 10,000 people! When the last group of knights walked out of the city gate with a banner that was not the night owl banner, Duke Elfwan's eyes shrank slightly, and then suddenly burst into energy.

It was a sky-blue flag, the bottom was like a wave, a huge ship was breaking through the waves, the hull was hideous like a sea beast out of the water, with the flag fluttering in the wind, as if it was about to break the silk cloth! At the top is a line of beautiful but sharp ancient imperial flower characters, which are as bold and chaotic as swords intertwined. In the empire that implemented the New Deal, there were very few nobles who could write the characters of the ancient empire, and there was only one who could write so sophisticated and pure!

"Archon Kairos." Duke Elfwan softly read out the line of flowers, "Long admiration for the great name." ”

At Fort Carlindern, the Archon of Kairos stood at the head of the city, staring at the unfurled sword and shield banner from a distance of nearly a kilometer, knowing that there must be a duke wearing gold wire glasses under that banner, he had a smile on his face, calm and elegant, and seemed to be completely unconcerned about the overwhelming numerical superiority of the other party, as if what was coming was not a decisive battle related to the foundation of the empire, but a social ball of nobles, and the troops he sent out of the city were like a father who stepped into high society, A girl who has to learn to deal with a young man with fiery eyes.

"Alright, Augustana, you take two Shadow Brigades to ambush Brenus, and the appropriate ambush location has been marked on the map. Leave it to me and Scoleroru here. Keros said to Augustana behind him. Since it was Elfwan, it was naturally the old lion who approached the Sebu Bridge. ”

"Can't Anthony hold it?"

Kairos shook his head: "In other words, Avwan, Anton has the ability to hold the Sebu Bridge for more than a day." But if it was Brenus, it would only take three hours for him to break through the defenders of the Seb Bridge. He looked at Augustana with a serious expression. Don't forget, he's a lion draped in flames! ”