"Then we don't need to talk about it. Duke Dungar stood up, his hand resting on the sword at his waist, "You are not someone worth my time. ”

"Definitely. Swain didn't care, he glanced at Duke Dungal's hand, but didn't make any other moves, "Now, let's finish all the unfinished business, this war is also time to end." ”

The Duke grasped the hilt of the sword for a moment, but then released it again. "Yes, it's time to end this war. Duke Dungar sighed, his expression even more lonely, "War is never a game, and there is no fun at all, but even if you know this, when you are on the battlefield, people will feel inexplicably excited, as if war is a beast hidden in the depths of a man's heart, and no one can suppress its activity." ”

"Once the war is over, it can be suppressed. Swain leaned back in his chair, seemingly unconcerned.

"And what about after it's over?" the Duke looked at Swain sternly, "there will be another war, the next war, and the human desire for plunder and destruction will never stop. ”

"And what about you?" Swain faced Duke Dungar's stern gaze, still without any change in expression on his face, "How do you, who are so merciful, plan to stop this sad cycle?"

"All I can stop is this war. The Duke sighed, shook his head, and said, "As for what will happen after that, I only hope that you will understand my intentions, and at least, not to live up to the victory I have given you." ”

With that, the Duke of Dungar walked out of the tent.

Swain watched coldly as the Duke left the headquarters, and he knew that Duke Dungar was going to choose a way to end as a soldier that suited him. However, while Swain could understand this, he would not approve of such an approach.

"Pedantic people. ”

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By the time Baron O'Brien returned to the battlefield, the battle was almost over. The Southern Army, which hastily set up a defensive front, was unable to hold back the onslaught of Munster's army, and was soon overwhelmed. The 4th Division of the Ministry of the Interior, although its combat effectiveness remained relatively intact, was flanked by the Connaught Army and the Yanwan Army, and they were not able to detect it in advance to organize defense, and collapsed even faster than the Southern Army.

Although he failed to retrieve the head of the Wei Ting, the battle was a foregone conclusion, and this small flaw did not hurt. Baron O'Brien rode to the center of the position, and in front of him was Dawes, who was holding the flag of the Southern Legion.

"On behalf of the Southern Corps, I surrender to you. Dawes lowered his head, his tone a little low. When the Munster army launched the assault, he was still resting in his tent, and he did not react at all, and by the time he heard the tsunami of shouts of killing from the mountains outside, the southern army had already collapsed. Dawes, who found himself surrounded by enemy troops, immediately chose to surrender, and, after the escape of Viting and the death of the chief of staff, Dawes was also the last senior commander of the Southern Army.

"In the name of Her Royal Highness Princess Caterina, I accept your surrender. Baron O'Brien took the flag presented by Dawes with a little arrogance, "However, as for the name you use in the name of the Southern Legion, I deeply doubt that this unit is still qualified to continue to claim to be the Southern Legion of the Empire. ”

Dawes's face couldn't help twitching, Baron O'Brien said that it was a little too much, but Dawes couldn't refute it, now he, but he was an out-and-out prisoner, and he didn't have the confidence to show a tough attitude at all.

Leaving Dawes, Baron O'Brien walked straight to Osmond's headquarters, Swain had been in for a while, and Baron O'Brien couldn't help but be a little worried about whether there would be an accident, after all, it was probably Duke Dungar in there.

However, as soon as he took a few steps, he found that a group of soldiers who had rushed to the headquarters before were surrounding the body of a general, shouting loudly: "The commander-in-chief of the enemy army has died!"

Hearing this news, Baron O'Brien couldn't help but stop, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. Whether the commander was his ancestor or not, Duke Dungar, he didn't have a chance to meet the other party at this time.

After sorting out his mood, Baron O'Brien turned around and shouted at the whole army: "We have won!"

"Victory!"

Sven stood at the doorway of the headquarters tent, only half of his body exposed, and looked indifferently at the soldiers who cheered for victory like a tsunami.

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The news of the defeat of the Ministry of the Interior army in the western suburbs soon reached Deweide, and by this time, it had been nearly a week since the war had begun, and although Manfred had not been able to find Alexander, he had basically controlled the imperial capital, and all the communication routes of the imperial capital were blocked by him, and the people inside could not get out, and the people outside could not enter.

At first, Manfred was angry at the defeat of the Duke of Dungal, but then he calmed down. It was the Duke of Dungar after all, and Manfred knew that the other party might have some ideas, but not without his own thoughts like the soldiers he had created.

Thinking of this, Manfred immediately began to prepare for the battle, since the battle in the western suburbs has failed, then it is inevitable to fight a battle in the imperial capital.

Before that happens, though, he has a few things to deal with.

Manfred snorted disdainfully as he looked at the gathered Ministry of the Interior troops outside Tiamat Palace. In his opinion, these troops are not only not worth mentioning, but they are not even qualified to be his material.

After waiting for a while, the representative of the army of the Ministry of the Interior, the commander of the 1st Division, Norrington, entered the Tiamat Palace with a company of soldiers, and they led them to a side hall on the side of the Imperial Hall under the guidance of Manfred's men.

When Norrington entered, Manfred was still staring at the oil paintings on the wall. He had occupied Tiamat's palace for several days, and if he counted the days, the throne of Midletus I was almost out of service.

"I'm Will Norrington, commander of the 1st Division of the Home Office. Norrington frowned and looked at Manfred in a strange costume, "I want to see His Highness Beria." ”

"Your Highness is very busy right now, and I don't have time to meet you. Manfred replied lazily, without even turning his head, as if he looked down on Norrington.

Norrington, of course, understands that the so-called Beria is busy is just a pretext. If it was before, he would have been more cautious, in order to avoid offending Beria's colleagues and swallowing his anger, but now, Norrington, who found such a thing in the western suburbs, didn't care so much, or rather, now Beria is not what makes him afraid, but what makes him bold.

"Don't lie!" Norrington roared, "I don't know who you are, but now, except for His Highness Beria, no one is qualified to give orders to our troops, and if anyone wants to use His Highness's reputation to pretend to be a tiger, then whoever he is, be prepared to be sanctioned." ”

"Huh?" Manfred chuckled, finally turning his face, "You're so loyal, and for your sake, I'll listen to what you have to say." ”

"Do you understand what I'm talking about?" Norrington directly kicked over several cases in front of Manfred, looking like he was about to go crazy, "I want to see His Highness Beria, not you! If His Highness Belia doesn't come out to see us, then, we can't believe the orders passed from the mouths of you guys, and we won't continue to fight!"

"If you don't want to keep fighting, so be it. Manfred bent down to pick up the teacup that had fallen to the ground, and blew it gently, "Anyway, with a military situation like yours, it doesn't work, the western suburbs with more than twice the number of troops, and they were beaten by the enemy and fled, perhaps, if you don't participate in the war, it will be easier for us to deal with the enemy." ”

This is not only excessive, it is simply a naked humiliation, Norrington is a division commander in charge of thousands of troops, how can he bear it, and he was angry on the spot. "What are you talking about! How can you guys who easily stay in the rear understand the hardships on the battlefield, and don't think that fighting a war is just a matter of talking! Hmph, that's what you think, treat war as a very simple matter, and then send a guy who doesn't know anything over, if you want to settle the responsibility for the defeat, it should also be counted on the commander Osmond you sent, and it is not us who lost the battle. ”

"Ah, yes, you didn't lose the battle. Manfred set aside his cleaned teacup and picked up another piece of tea set to wipe it, "You didn't do anything, you just ran back." There was no commander-in-chief to rescue you, and no further attack on Astrad I College and Karin Castle, and he ran back to Dwed. ”

Norrington gritted his teeth, his cheeks distorted from overexertion. "Don't talk cool here, I want to see His Highness Beria!" Norrington slapped the tea set in Manfred's hand away, and this time the exquisite tea set was not so lucky, and it fell directly to the ground.

Manfred's hand was still wiping, and his eyes were stunned as he looked at the fragments of the tea set. "That's expensive. He looked at Norrington again, with a look of disgust, as if to reproach him for not breaking such a fine tea set.

"I hope it's not as valuable as your life!" Norrington pulled out his gun and put it on Manfred's temple, "If you don't let me see His Highness Beria, I'll kill you immediately!"

How could Manfred be afraid of being robbed, but instead of doing it immediately, he asked, "Why did you meet His Highness Beria so much, I must know the reason, right?"

Norrington snorted, and then he glanced at his men and motioned for them to bring the box and place it in front of Manfred.

Looking at the box, even if he didn't open it, Manfred could tell what was inside. For him, this smell, even after so many days, even through a box, he can smell it very clearly.

He reached out and stroked it on the box, his eyes becoming much more complicated.

"He showed you this?"

He, Norrington, was vigilant, although Manfred had been playing dumb with him before, but as soon as he saw this box, his attitude immediately changed, and anyone could see that Manfred not only knew what it was, but also knew who made it.

"That's not the point. Norrington, who didn't understand what Manfred was really thinking, interrupted Manfred impatiently, "What I want to know is whether this is true or not. If it is not true, we will immediately go and ask His Highness Beria to come out, so that we can be reassured. ”

"So far, what's the difference between true and false?" Manfred's expression became irritated, although Norrington still pointed a gun at him, but Manfred directly pushed away the muzzle of the gun and stood up, "Anyway, you are all shaken, what is the point of staying with such a soldier?"

"What do you mean!" Norrington was furious, now he could be sure that Beria was really dead, so that he no longer had to keep along with his colleagues in the Ministry of the Interior, and even, for the sake of his future, he should think about how to disassociate himself from the Ministry of the Interior.

However, before he could make a move, Manfred raised his hand easily, and then Norrington and his soldiers felt a sharp pain in their bodies, and blood gushed all over their bodies, and they suddenly turned into bloody people and fell to the ground.

"Inform Alain," Manfred said to his men, "to prepare for action." ”