Chapter 386: The Way of Thinking

On the inside of the narrow mountain road, there is a large stone that happens to be in the shape of a platform, and at this moment it is the emperor ** marshal who stands on it, Miridrian. Net He was condescending, and what he saw was a procession of soldiers stretching out like long black snakes on the long mountain road, and all of them had on their faces the fatigue of the war of attrition and the anguish of retreat.

"Your Excellency!" the familiar call sounded, immediately attracting Miridrian's attention. He searched for prestige, and saw the figure of his own retainer Di Lanna coming. So, he ended his lookout and jumped off the big stone platform

Immediately, Dylan rushed to Miridrian's side. The two men began to follow the queue side by side, and they drove forward in unison.

"Your Excellency, the fortress has been successfully blasted. Coming to the marshal's side, Dylan reported.

"Hmm. Miridrian nodded, but there was no joy on his face, only worry, "I hope this will stop them from working for half a day." ”

"Half a day?" Dilan couldn't help but be surprised, "It's going to take at least ten days and a half a month if they want to clean up such a big pile of ruins." ”

"Dilan. Miridrian's voice also revealed tiredness, "That's the time we need, and as for them, I'm still the same 'unfathomable'." For a long time, I already thought on the bright side. ”

“......”

Dylan was silent for a moment. He didn't want to let others be angry and destroy his prestige, and he didn't want to see His Excellency the Marshal he respected so depressed. So, he wanted to make some counter-arguments, but it turned out that none of his thoughts were tenable.

"This war is so stupid!" Dilan shouted angrily after being irritated by himself.

"Hehehe. Immediately, the marshal on the side couldn't help but sneer, "The lion and the rabbit lie together, and the rabbit should expect that the lion never wakes up." And what about our prime minister, who stabbed the lion with a thorn. It's a pity that he won't notice his stupidity in his life. ”

Hearing His Excellency the Marshal mention Prime Minister Rossbier, Dylan rolled his eyes slightly and couldn't help but say worriedly: "Then again, Your Excellency, will we be in trouble if we withdraw our troops before we get the news of the defeat of Lafotu?"

"No! we already know. Miridrian said, "The enemy did not attack last night, right?" ”

"yes. After all, they've been fighting all the time, so they must be exhausted. ”

"Not really. I have seen the use of the enemy army against the troops, the shifts of rotational attacks are extremely reasonable, and the spirit is aside, the burden on the soldiers should not be large. However, they didn't harass us last night as usual. Why do you say that?"

"Hmm......" Dylan thought for a moment and couldn't help but be surprised, "Are they planning to do it all at once?"

"Hahaha!" Miridrian smiled and shook his head, "if this would have taken our fortress, they would have done it a long time ago." Dilan, the enemy forces have so far carried out a war of attrition. But just last night, he suddenly stopped doing it. It could only be one situation, and that would be unnecessary!"

"Is it necessary?" Dylan thought about it again. And this time he hit, "The Western Front is broken! So the Eastern Front doesn't matter!"

"It doesn't matter, but that's probably it. If only Lafotu could listen to me and build a fortress, now...... The enemy army will surely drive straight in. If we fail to reorganize our troops to support us as soon as possible, the western region will surely collapse like a river bursting its banks. ”

"A thousand miles away!" Di Lan exclaimed, "The western part of the country is also heavily garrisoned, isn't it so serious?"

"Isn't it that serious?" Miridian sneered at Dilan's blind optimism, "Dilan, this Western Expeditionary Force is composed of elites from all departments of the western defenders. It's like taking a spear from someone who is good at spear and a shield from someone who is good at using a shield, and then forcing them to fight a heavily armed enemy. You say, how can this be undefeated?"

There was no reply, and in the silence Di Lan showed a frustrated expression, but then refreshed his spirit and said: "However, as long as Your Excellency goes back to preside over the overall situation, there will be no problem!"

"Hehehe. I hope so. After laughing, the marshal became serious, "Dilan, you are a general, so although I don't want to spoil the beauty in your heart, I must also tell the truth." I'm not the god of war, the other party is, so even if I try my best in this war, I'm afraid I won't be able to return to heaven!"

"Your Excellency Marshal!" Dilan was a little upset, "with all due respect, since the beginning of the war, you have held your enemies too high and yourself too low!

"Respect the gods. Well. Sort of, indeed. Miridrian nodded and said, "This enemy is really a good opponent." A good opponent can teach you a lot. Dilan, if we lose this war, what do you say we have lost?"

"This kind of thing ......"

"You have to think!"

Under the marshal's reprimand, although Dylan was a little reluctant, he still thought about it and finally said, "Weapons." Their weapons and equipment are too high-end, otherwise we wouldn't have fought so hard in a war of attrition, and that siege weapon is also ......"

"No!" interrupted Miridrian, "remember, if Dylan loses, it must be a loss, our emperor is hereditary, and their king is chosen by all the peoples. Democracy. ”

"Democracy?"

"This is a kind of national education that my opponents have carried out, which I have heard from my captives. I've always thought that it would be better to get rid of that bastard prime minister and let Her Majesty the Empress take power, but lately I don't think that's the case. Perhaps it would be the greatest happiness for her and for the country to make Her Majesty a mortal. If so, and if our enemies are able to treat our people well, is there any need for the Empire to exist?"

"Your Excellency!" called Dylan in horror.

"Don't be afraid! You're not like me, you're still at the beginning of your life rather than the end. So, don't be afraid, think about it! My biggest regret in my life is that I used to think too little about it. ”

When the words were closed, the marshal shook the reins as if he wanted to give Dylan personal time, and galloped away.

"Thinking?" Di Lan, who was left behind, felt inexplicable, "But, Your Excellency, what should I consider?"