If there's one thing that surprises Shiloh more than stepping into the game's past history, it's the system menu that flashes with a silver glow in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shiloh took a deep breath, as in "Rainbow Verse", and gently slid his index and middle fingers together, gently sliding down, and then the familiar system panel appeared in his field of vision.

Equipment, Characters, Items, Skills, Talents, etc., were arranged in order, except for the social-related options, Shiloh even saw the gray stigmata options, but none of them mattered to him, and he quickly pulled down the menu to try to find the logout button at the bottom.

However, he didn't get his way, and at the end of the menu, there was no option to quit the game.

The moment the hope appeared on the system panel was also cut off, but Shiloh didn't have too much loss, after all, when he just crossed over, the fusion of the two souls made him convinced of the authenticity of this world, and now it is just more verified this result.

"Mr. Ian Gray?"

Beside her, Princess Ellifers's words brought Shiloh back to reality.

"Ah, sorry......"

Shiloh turned around, all the menus that were originally filled with vision were instantly put away, this world seems to be different from the original "Rainbow Poem", at least, Shiloh doesn't need any gesture operation, just think about it in his head, and he can freely control the system interface.

"What does the letter say?"

“...... Mr. Ian Grey, you're right, reinforcements won't come - father, he's given up on us......"

The voice became quieter and quieter, and Shiloh saw that Her Royal Highness the Princess's blue eyes were clouded, and it must have been a major blow to her to learn the news now.

“...... What should we do? ”

Perhaps lost in his way because of this, Her Royal Highness looked at him with a hesitant look, Shiloh's face reflected in her pale blue eyes.

Yes, at this moment, Princess Eliefils is not the knight princess who commands the charge of the army, but just an ordinary royal girl, and the lives of thousands of people are still too heavy for her.

"Hmm...... Retreat, now there is only a retreat. ”

Shiloh was a little overwhelmed by the fact that he had never been stared at in such a posture by a girl, and he turned his face away and replied in a slightly flustered tone.

"But if we retreat, then the enemy will be able to drive straight in, and how many of us will be able to escape in the face of the swarming Wendland army?"

After calming down a little, Princess Elyfils quickly asked a new question.

Although the magic barrier could defend against magical fire, it could not stop the army's march, and under the pursuit of the heavily armed Wendland army, even if they entered the gray path, there were very few people who could escape safely.

Should I say that he is worthy of being a child of the royal family, if it is Shiloh, when facing the betrayal of the person he trusts the most, he will definitely not be as calm as Her Royal Highness the princess.

But after all, his own time-traveler has a vision far beyond history, and after thinking about it a little in his head, Shiloh came up with a rather bold idea.

"I have a solution."

I don't know if CCE's script designer referred to history, or if the characters created by accident were intertwined with real history, and the commander of the Wendlan Army, who is currently in charge of the attack on the Trestan Fortress, is a guy that Shiloh is quite familiar with.

Even though Shiloh was still fighting guerrilla warfare in the forest with the guys of Wendland's 6th Cavalry Regiment on the Eastern Front during the fortress offensive and defensive battles that year, it was quite clear that the guy who commanded Wendland to capture Trastan was the famous "lone wolf", Lexington. Count Salas.

If there is one thing that impresses the Count of Salas the most, it is his prudence.

Like a seasoned chess player, Lord Count Salas always thinks everything before making his next move, but once decided, his speed and precision are beyond the reach of others, so to speak, if the person in command was not him, but the irascible "bull" Horace on the Eastern Front. General Ekrio's words, then Trestan will be able to hold out for at least another five days.

However, prudence also meant being suspicious and conservative, at least because of this, the Count of Salas missed a few good opportunities to expand his exploits, and was eventually captured by the pig-surging General Akerio, who was depressed for a few years after the end of the war, and died of illness soon after.

“...... No, it's too risky! ”

After hearing Shiloh state her plan, Princess Elyfils immediately objected.

"The plan, well, is unheard of and quite bold."

The temporary commander of the fortress summoned by Her Royal Highness the Princess, Serra. Viscount Carthusian disagreed.

"I know, Your Highness Princess, this battle sounds ridiculous, but trust me, as long as the opponent is that Lexington. The words of the Count of Salas will surely succeed. ”

Shiloh explained, and then gave Her Royal Highness a comprehensive analysis of his own thoughts and the situation of the other party's previous battles, and it took dozens of minutes to get the stubborn Royal Highness to nod.

"Well, Lord Carthus, give the order at once, and begin to prepare for evacuation..... As for you, Mr. Ian Gray, sometimes I wonder what kind of experience you had before you became a priest. I don't believe that the pastor who saved the lost lamb could devise such a crazy battle. ”

"Before becoming a clergyman?"

Shiloh thought for a moment, then smiled faintly.

"It's just a mortal who has read a little bit of a book."

――

Terestan Plains, Wendland Garrison, inside the Great Horde.

Midnight was coming to an end, the three moons of Atlas sank into the mountains, and the morning light was white in the east, but in the candle-lit tent, a middle-aged man in gorgeous armor frowned at the sand table.

"Report to Your Excellency, Your Excellency the Speaker's command, to break through the Trestan Fortress within today."

The herald, who knelt on one knee, shouted in a loud voice, and even in the middle of this cold winter night, the big beads of sweat kept falling, wetting the wool carpet.

"Got it, you go down and have a better meal with the logistics officer."

In place of the middle-aged man, the answer was a young man sitting next to him, also wearing armor.

With gray-brown curly hair and lilac eyes, he looks like a middle-aged man, but compared to a resolute man, this young man is still more immature, and needs more experience in war to grow into a man in his own right.

"Father, we don't have time."

He said to the man in front of the sand table, but the other party was unmoved.

"Please allow me to lead the elite cavalry to break the city."

Instead of answering the young man's request, the middle-aged man simply shook his head and sat back down on the buckskin-covered chair.

"The enemy is now fully retreating and gathering in the fortress, it seems that they are planning to defend to the death, and you want to capture a small cavalry team, which is too proud."

Vicissitudes of life, man, Lexington. Count Salas said leisurely.

"However, the Speaker's fate ......"

Youth, Benjamin. Salas tried to convince his father, but was stopped by Count Salas.

"I'm more curious than that, what the commander in that fortress is thinking."

Yes, the battlefield on the Western Front has been a complete victory for Wendland, although the battlefield on the Eastern Front is in a stalemate, it is only a matter of time before it wins, although the Fortress of Trestan is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but the soldiers stationed there have a day when they are exhausted, seeing that there will be no support coming, what are the people in this fortress holding on?

"The original lord of the fortress, Gelent. Blake is dead, and the current commander is supposed to be Princess Elyfils, who remained in Trastan as a hostage......"

For this princess, Count Salas doesn't know much, only that she seems to be different from other noble daughters, born with a penchant for swordsmanship and hunting, and has the title of "knight princess" in Astelle, now it seems that the other party wants to fight to the death with himself and fight to the last person?

"But the old fellow of Yatra I is also quite ruthless, and even his own daughter can give up, look, Benjamin, this is the ugly Astre, you should be glad that you were born in Wendland."

"Father, we don't need to think about the enemy's thoughts, all we need is artillery fire and then iron cavalry to crush us!"

Benjamin was referring to the famous speech of the current Speaker of the House of Representatives, the Iron-Blooded Honflor the Iron. At present, the prestige of this ruthless speaker in the hearts of the young people of Wendland is growing day by day, and a young man like Benjamin is eager to immediately plunge into the steel torrent of war, establish war exploits for the motherland, and win glory for the family.

"Calm down, Benjamin, war is not a child's fight, it needs to be observed, thought about, and then acted."

The Earl of Salas could not help but worry about Wendland's current situation, the frenzy of war in the country did not bode well, and as a battle-hardened veteran, he knew what hell it would be for a country to lose its mind.

In fact, he was one of the reluctant moderates when Wendland launched the war against Astelle, and was sent to gnaw on the hard bone of Trestan because of this. Count Salas knew that the Speaker's faction wanted to take this opportunity to weaken themselves so as to gain the upper hand in the subsequent internal struggle of the Federation.

"But if it goes on like this, Ikrio will take the lead!"

Benjamin scratched his head restlessly, as if the commander-in-chief was not his father, but himself.

"Don't worry, we'll start attacking at dawn......"

The Count of Salas was about to explain his strategy, but the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a man with a lion carved on his shoulder armor strode into the tent.

"Earl, something has happened!"

He was on the front line overseeing the battle. Baron Lorente, his face was full of panic, sweat and melted snow dripping down the steel armor, and he didn't bother to salute, it seemed that he had rushed back directly from the front.

"Don't panic, Riene, tell me what's going on?"

The Earl of Salas was not in a hurry, and for him, if the other party remained unchanged, it would be the most difficult situation to start.

"The gates of the city were opened, and the gates ...... opened"

Baron Lorent's breath gasped and turned into white mist in midair.

"Calm down, what did you say the gates opened?"

The Count of Salas asked, not quite understanding what Baron Lorente was saying.

"The fortress of Trestan, the gates of the fortress...... It's opened! ”

The situation conveyed by the baron was unexpectedly unfolded by the Count of Salas.