Then he heard Cobb's loud voice shouting, "Meet the enemy!" Get ready! Gun up, reload! ”

Bursts of gunfire rang out from afar, and bursts of screams rang out from the king's array. Sergeant Corber looked at the soldiers on the opposite side in horror, and they stopped moving forward and fired far beyond the range of their own soldiers.

"Onward! Forward all! Cavalry, get ready to charge! Cobb ordered again. He planned to take advantage of the opportunity to advance while the opponent was reloading, so that his soldiers could fight back.

However, he miscalculated again, the other side fired again, and this time there were fewer fallen soldiers, but the blow to morale was several times heavier!

"Rush rush! Give it all to me! Cobb was in a hurry, and encouraged his soldiers to charge forward, while he mounted his war horse and led the cavalry to charge the enemy position first.

Artillery sounded again, in the crowd, in the horses. Along with the men and horses, they were blown away and torn apart. Roars, cries, loud and loud. Tritel, who was stunned by the scene in front of him, watched Cober's take-off in horror, his heart was completely cold, and he no longer cared about the runaway Maharaja, and fled to Achilli City with his cronies.

After experiencing a fiasco, Tritter fled for dozens of miles with his cronies before he remembered the important matter of gathering the rout and preserving his strength. sent his cronies to ride fast horses back to the battlefield to control the situation, and he was slightly relieved that the cavalry captain who had been sent to find the location of the artillery before, a little brainy, took the lead in withdrawing after seeing the Maharaja disperse, and was quite clever enough to let the troops in the rear escape from the battlefield in a slightly orderly manner, without letting the entire army fall into complete chaos.

Trittle waited anxiously for almost two hours before the rout was finally gathered. After a preliminary count, of the 42,000 soldiers brought out, only more than 30,000 remained, and all the steam cannons were lost. The other five mercenary groups, totaling 6,000 people, were completely dispersed. The scout told him that the guard did not pursue, but there were almost no losses, and the cavalry brigade said that the opponent's artillery position might be on a flat hill thousands of meters away, so that Tritel completely rested his mind to continue the battle, and rushed back to the city of Achill with the soldiers whose morale had collapsed.

When he returned to the palace, Trittle wrote a letter to Kleikin for help, and at the same time sent an envoy to the city of Loklian to beg the other party to send troops to rescue. In the days that followed, unrest pervaded the city, as more and more merchants and magnates fled, and even deserters appeared in the monarch's ranks. As the lord of the city, he had to issue a decree to allow only a few permitted caravans to enter and leave the city, and only then did he stabilize the situation somewhat. To his laughter, as the days passed, the inhabitants of the city found that the royal army had not attacked, and returned to normalcy again.

The situation inside the city was stable, but the news from outside the city once again plunged Trittle into despair. The city of Locklean did not send reinforcements, and the city lord Oswell dismantled the defensive camp and supporting fortifications that had been built, and brought all the troops back to Locklean. As for the reinforcements that Tritter asked for, he shirked it in an official tone, saying that the defense plan had been changed, and that after the new defense system of his city was established, he would send troops over to reinforce him. On the other hand, President Walter asked Trittle to defend the city with all his might, and resist the upcoming royal monarch as much as possible. Reinforcements are already on the way, and they will arrive soon.

This kind of false official talk could not be concealed from Tritel, especially in the days that followed, when he heard that a large number of kings had been sent to Loklian, and without Achille's share, he knew very well his situation--- he had become an outcast. Tritter was sad and angry in his heart, but he also understood that after returning from defeat, he had lost the strength to compete with the alliance. At the same time, he was even more deeply afraid of the strength of the royal family, only 5,000 people, plus an artillery team, could defeat the monarch's team of nearly 50,000 people and flee, what if it was 50,000, or even 100,000 people?!

Two weeks had passed since the defeat, and Trittle knew that his days were numbered. He could not defend the city when he entered, and he could not sue for peace with the royal family when he retreated. The betrayal of the ancestors, and their own stupidity, have buried the only way to live. Leaning back in the chaise longue, Trittle reflected on his not-so-long life. After a long time, the sun was setting in the west, and the red light emitted by the setting sun reflected in the study, and the depressed city lord sat up again.

After getting up, Trittle looked at the pen and paper that had been prepared on the table, made up his mind, picked up the pen, and wrote the letter. Soon he filled the entire letter paper, and while the pen and ink were dry, he carefully read it again, and then packed it into a fine envelope, sealed it with wax, and at the end, took off the ring, and stamped it with the family coat of arms. With a long sigh, the corners of Trittle's mouth flickered, revealing a calm smile, and pressed the button on the table.

A few minutes later, a white-haired elderly butler with an eyepatch on his left eye walked into the study. The old man walked to the desk, looked at his master with some concern, and said in a deep voice, "Master, what do you need?" ”

"Sekole," said Tritel, smiling, picked up the letter on the table, handed it to the old butler, and then commanded, "Go, send for someone to deliver this letter to the people on the north." ”

Sekole's face was unbearable, and he asked in a low voice: "Master, do you really want to be like this?!" It's not that far, is it?! You've just lost one game, and then, just hold on... ”

"I can't hold it!" Trittle put away his smile and interrupted the butler. After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, the city lord repeated solemnly again: "I can't hold it... ”

The old butler was silent, and silently took the letter. Tritel looked at the loyal old butler and continued to order: "Sekole, lady and young master, you must arrange to send you away immediately, yes!" Send it away today! Arrange this now! Be sure to arrange it! Money isn't an issue, but it's fast and safe enough! After that, maybe the whole kingdom and even the whole continent will attack them! ”

"Master, with my life, I will defend the Tree bloodline with my life!" The old butler clenched his right hand into a fist against his chest.

"There's no Tree anymore!" "Remember, you can't mention this last name again!" ”

When the old butler heard this, he could only nod, and he said with a crying voice: "Master, what should you do?" Young masters are still young, they can't live without you! ”

Trittle smiled indifferently, put his hand on the old man's right shoulder, and said with relief: "Someone must come to give an explanation to the royal family, the rebellion must be punished, and the mistakes made by the ancestors can only be borne by me." Go ahead, protect them well, and let them live in peace as ordinary people! ”

The old man sighed, gave his master a final salute, and walked briskly out of the study. By the time the butler had gone, Trittle had completely relaxed, and he took out another bottle of wine from under the table, hummed a little tune, opened the lid, and drank alone. The sorrow and panic that had tormented him for more than ten days were gone at this moment.

At this time, the lord of the city of Lochlian, Osville. Feng. Thorin. Tecolo also returned to the City Lord's Mansion after a busy day's work. As soon as he entered the gate, a little fat man slammed into Oswell, making the bald man nervously bend down to catch him.

"Oz!" Oswell, who hugged the little fat man, shouted helplessly: "Little guy, be careful! You're running too fast! ”

"Hey~Father~~!" The little fat man smiled inarticulately: "Oz, miss you, miss you~belch, hehe~!" ”

With a little pity, Oswell rubbed the little fat man's messy hair and sighed. This child is his youngest and most beloved youngest son. Born stupid, nine years old, still can't walk steadily, can't say everything. He straightened up, took the child's fat hand, and was about to pull him back to the house, when he saw a red-haired beauty looking at them with a smile at the door of the inner room.

"You're back, brother~!" The red-haired beauty smiled and said hello, she was Oswell's own sister--- Oveloa. Feng. Thorin. Tekolo.

Oswell smiled, pulled Oz briskly over to his sister, and replied, "Ah, I'm back, Oveloa. ”

The two looked at each other for a few moments, and Oswell saw that his sister had something to discuss, so he asked the servant to take Oz back to the room first, while he took his sister to the study.

Once in the study, Oveloa hurriedly locked the door, and then, without waiting for Oswell to speak, flew up to him and kissed him for a few moments.

After a moment, Oswell pushed his sister away, grabbed her hand, and asked in a helpless tone, "What's wrong?" Loya? What's going on, please? You're shaking so much! I've never seen you so scared? ”

Oveloya rested her head in his bosom and whispered in a crying voice, "Brother, didn't you say that there was going to be a war?" And it's probably just these days?! What if the royal monarch really called?! ”

"Don't be afraid," Oswell was afraid of her back, and comforted her in a deep voice: "Everything has me, they can't get in!" ”

Oveloa looked up at Oswell's face, staring at his face without blinking. This move made the bald man with a fierce face a little unable to adapt, and he could only ask with a tone of surrender: "What's wrong?" Loya! What the hell is going on? Don't look at me like this, I'm uncomfortable~"

"Brother, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you in the future." Overoa replied lightly, "You can't hold it, right?" Brother? ”

"I'll keep it..." Oswell wanted to refute, but when he looked at Oveloa, who was staring at him, he could only answer with a wry smile: "Yes, I can't keep it... At least not all the time. ”

"What then? Brother? Will they kill you? Will it kill me? And kill Okly, them? Or even Oz? Oveloa asked in a trilled voice.