Chapter 394: Unstoppable

The Four Knights, who accepted Edward and Li Mengxi's proposal as a course of action, launched an army under the command of Duke Edlaide towards Yuma, the capital of the Dusk Empire, and then finally encountered about 20,000 men and horses of the Imperial Army in an open field at noon on the fifth day.

The two sides fully spread out their positions on the unobstructed flat terrain, and then charged each other. And the Knights led the vanguard forward is undoubtedly the "Tyrannosaurus" of "Rex", Edman Schuzer.

"Drink!"

Dark, barbled with armor like a dragon with dry bones, a blood-stained sword "Zahak", and a thunderous roar that had almost overwhelmed both sides of the enemy, Eedman rushed into the enemy line with this almost demonic fury posture.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the dancing blade of the sword caused an earth-shattering loud noise, and the countless soldiers in black armor were thrown high into the sky and shattered into a large piece of light, like fireworks scattered at night.

Such a scene was reflected in the eyes of the adjutant general of the Imperial Army, and he was immediately stunned: "Oh my God! I was defeated in one fell swoop! Is this the power of the southern nobles!"

The words were closed, and he hurriedly turned his attention for help to the general standing next to him, but ......

"Alas!" the general lamented deeply, "blow the trumpet, and retreat." ”

"What!" the adjutant was taken aback again, "But, Your Excellency, we have just ...... with the enemy."

"But the winner is decided. The general interrupted the lieutenant, "Even if we all die here, the result will be no different from retreating." In that case, it is better to withdraw now, at least to leave the people. ”

After saying this, the general went back to his horse and left. The lieutenant who was left behind was undoubtedly a little unacceptable, but he made a quick and wise decision to obey.

"Sound the horn and withdraw the troops!" After a loud shout, the adjutant general also pulled up the reins and chased after the general who was one step ahead.

"Woo......"

Soon, a long, loud trumpet resounded through the battlefield sky, and the army of black armor retreated like a tide. This was a defeat but it was not disordered, and what was more, the troops that had already engaged the advance led by Edelman did not flee with their companions, but continued to stay and struggle, and took the initiative to take the responsibility of breaking off.

"The Black Armor's troops are really extraordinary!" On the side of the Four Knights, Duke Edlaide, who was the commander-in-chief, couldn't help but exclaim after carefully observing the above scene with his "Eagle Eye Technique", "The commander is also decisive and alert enough. This really makes people have to agree more and more with His Excellency Li Mengxi's opinion. That, Miridrian's value is indeed comparable to that of thousands of troops. ”

"As you say, Lord Edlaide. As her adjutant, Xiang Jing Binghua echoed in her emotionless and extremely rational voice from the side, and then turned to business, "So, what are we going to do next?

"Nope. That's it. As he said this, Duke raised his hand and flicked his interface to send the corresponding commands to Erdman Schuzer.

"Cut!" Edelman, who was already on the rise, was undoubtedly discouraged by Duke's order, and then held the sword in his hand beside him with some trepidation. But even so, no enemy dared to approach him, and even a quiet "pure land" appeared within about three meters of him.

In this way, he looked for his henchmen in the face of fierce fighting on all sides, and Cole Ditri then commanded in a loud voice, "Cole!

"Yes, Lord Erdman!" Cole Dietrie, who heard the call as he bombarded his enemies with fireballs, agreed without hesitation. He didn't ask any questions, even though he could tell that Edelman seemed to be leaving.

As expected, Edelman summoned his mount and rushed out towards the central position on the high ground, where Duke Edlaide was sitting. Of course, no one dared to stand in his way, whether it was friend or foe.

In this way, Edelman rode all the way to the front line on a pitch-black steed, and at the same time came to Duke Edlaide, and then shouted at the other party: "You told me to stop when the fight was good!

"Believe me, Lord Edelman, my hands itch no less than yours. Duke smiled in response, "But our purpose is to be bait." Case...... If you go mackerel fishing, will you use a tiger shark on the hook?"

"Hmm......" Erdman pondered as he listened to Duke's explanation, which was also the time when his blood qi subsided, so he quickly understood what it meant, "I see. You're worried that if we beat them up, they won't dare to come. ”

"Exactly. However, in the final analysis, it still depends on the meaning of the imperial government. As the words fell, Duke couldn't help but smile mockingly.

"This useless pariah!"

There was only a thin piece of letter that was thrown on the table with the words, but at this time it emitted a crisp sound.

The one who was angry was none other than the Imperial Chancellor Rossbiel von Klesim, and the object of his anger was none other than the Imperial Marshal Miridrian, for only one reason, and that was to "move the capital". This is the second time Miridrian has made this suggestion.

Although the reasons for this were made clear in the letter, Rossbill did not care about these things, he was concerned about his own troubles.

The fundamental reason why he was able to firmly control the power of the empire was that he favored the major nobles, which greatly benefited the interests of the nobles. However, at the moment, this failed southern expedition from beginning to end undoubtedly harmed the interests of the nobles and aroused their discontent. How could Rossbill leave his only place and go to someone else, and if he did, he would lose everything he had now: status, power, wealth.

At this point, there is no need to say more about what Rossbill wants to reply.

When he had calmed down, he took the paper from the table, spread it out on the table, and then picked up the quill pen and began to write with great magnificence. However, no matter how many words there are, there is only one meaning they convey - to stop the enemy army from advancing the imperial capital at all costs!

However, how can we ensure that Miridrian, who advocates the relocation of the capital, will definitely rack his brains for his own considerations?

At this thought, Rossbill couldn't help but stop thinking about it for a moment. After a few moments, he smiled smugly and added a few more strokes to his reply.