The twentieth day of the Noxians' retreat.

The compromise had to be done.

Because an urgent order was sent from Bilgewater to Chen Senran as quickly as possible.

There is only one word on it, typed, and the signature is Planck, with his triple seal.

It represents his immense eagerness.

This shows that the situation in Bilgewater is already very unoptimistic, and it is very likely that the parliamentary ship is already testing the waters.

Now is the moment of need.

Although Chen Senran and Planck have been separated, and perhaps the end of this battle will be the moment of parting ways, at least until then, they are still on the same front.

So be sure to fight.

The end result was that the Rebels, along with the Guns and the Rose Legion, were all attacked, while the Ninja Legion of the Balance Sect and the remnants of the Old Kingdom of Ionia remained behind to defend Mt. Tenno.

This is an absolutely risky decision.

But it was also an absolutely helpless decision.

Chen Senran knew exactly what Lu Daolin and Louis XIV had in mind, but he couldn't help it.

It was impossible for him to coerce them by force at this time, because if there was infighting, it would be the situation that the Noxians wanted to see the most.

So I have to say that the other party's conspiracy has succeeded, at least half of it.

Now Chen Senran could only listen to the two bastards say softly, oh, I think we should be steady, or let's stay here, so as not to be cut off by the other party, and then resolutely refuse to fight.

The only consolation was probably that the Balance Sect symbolically sent their Shadow Three Ninjas, bringing about less than 500 people as scouts to assist the army in the battle.

Five hundred people is really not enough to stuff the teeth.

"So you're really going to have them in our backs ready to stab us at any time?" Graves was sipping a cigar and still reading his book on the horse. He's been reading like crazy for the past few days, and even his love gun is hanging in the saddle now, and he hasn't wiped it much for days.

"That's all there is to it now." Chen Senran rode next to Graves.

Beside him were more heavily armed soldiers with guns and roses.

It was a vast plain, filled with more than 50,000 troops, and it was a spectacular sight to look down from a high place.

"It's not like you." Graves flipped through the book without looking up. The spring breeze blew across the plains, pulling the smoke of the cigar on his lips extremely high, and he said slowly, "You don't like to suffer. ”

"Yes, I don't like to lose." Chen Senran replied with a smile.

"Speaking of which." Graves scratched his scalp, looked up, stretched, looked around, and said, "Why don't you see that little thing?" ”

"I'll let it do something fun." Chen Senran replied nonchalantly, his brisk smile did not have the slightest hint of treachery in the warm spring breeze.

"It looks like some people are going to be unlucky again." Graves smiled and continued to look down at the book. As he watched, he smacked his lips and said, "Ah, I really want to drink some rum." ”

It was spring, and the spring breeze was blowing through the great plains of Ionia, and the air was full of the smell of spring flowers, and there was no smell of blood that was about to drift away.

Spring is so nice.

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Spring is good.

But for some, spring is not good at all.

Jason had been marching long on this damn plain with the remnants of his two thousand.

It was the fifteenth day of their landing. After experiencing a series of storms similar to sudden hits, it hit the rocks. And after the shit was misdirectional, they finally landed on the shores of Ioniasi.

Jason had thought that what was waiting for him should be a group of Noxians who were caught off guard, and after easily defeating them, he asked their supreme commander about the location of the camp in the rear of Noxus, and then when the Ionians and Noxians were fighting on the front line, the surprise troops broke in and took the rear of the Noxians in one fell swoop. laid the immortal merit, and since then it has been in the limelight and left its name in history, just like what has been written in countless legendary stories.

But the reality is that he didn't see anything. There were no panicked Noxians, no miracles waiting for him, just vast fields and deserted villages with no grain of rice left behind.

The Noxus, which were supposed to be in Ioniasi, disappeared as if overnight.

"My lord, do you want to keep going?" His lieutenant quietly leaned in and whispered to Jason.

"Do you have any questions?" Jason also lowered his voice and looked nonchalantly ahead, his throat a little dry from the lack of water.

"Food ......" the adjutant said only one sentence and did not dare to say any more.

The food problem had been exposed a day earlier, and despite the strong support of Proto before departure, a ship had to be abandoned on the subsequent voyage at sea because it ran aground, and although the soldiers on board barely saved it, the ship's supplies sank to the bottom of the sea.

Originally, this was not a big problem, because Jason originally fought with the idea of fighting to feed the war, and as soon as he landed, he looted the Noxians to obtain the necessary supplies.

But now, this problem has become imminent.

Many of the soldiers were already hungry.

Even he, the chief officer, didn't have enough for today's lunch.

"How much longer?" Jason asked with a gloomy face.

"If you save food, you can last three days at most, but ......," the adjutant hesitated for a moment and said, "In this case, the combat effectiveness of the brothers will be very low, and if we encounter a large army of the enemy, we are afraid that we will ......"

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Jason waved his hand resolutely, "If you can hold on for three days, then hold on for another three days." ”

"Your Excellency......" The adjutant's voice was a little frightened, if he didn't get supplies after three days, even if he really encountered the Noxians, it would be a dead end......

"There's no way back, idiot." Jason looked at the timid adjutant and roared with bloodshot eyes, "Now we can only have a chance of life if we move forward, and if we retreat, we can only die!! ”

In the last few words, he almost gritted his teeth and grabbed the hilt of the sword fiercely.

So Planck chose him, in a sense, it was really right.

He was just too good a gambler, a standard Planck-esque gambler.

A mad gambler who wants to stop him from gambling, he must die.

And he, they, did not find out.

At the limit of their eyesight, a pair of gloomy eyes quietly receded into the shadows. (To be continued......)

PS: First update.

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