After taking care of the remaining affairs in the western suburbs, Baron O'Brien marched towards Dwedt with the combined forces of Munster, Connaught and Yanwan. The baron was very cautious, he knew that the enemy's main force still maintained a considerable combat effectiveness, although he did not understand why they did not return to the reinforcements after the attack on Osmond's position and did not take the opportunity to attack Astrad I College and Karin Castle, but chose to hurry back to Devide, but Baron O'Brien still did not dare to be careless. It is true that this choice of the enemy saved the students of Astrad I from the threat of war, but in this way, the troops that the other side had gathered in Deweide once again had a numerical advantage, and this time, they were under the constraints of Beria, unlike the Duke of Dungar, who could not effectively control the troops.

Baron O'Brien was a little hesitant to march into Germany with inferior forces, but he soon received news from the Imperial Capital Garrison, which had been defeated by the troops of the Ministry of the Interior after rescuing His Royal Highness Alexander and several cabinet ministers, but they had evacuated Deweide in time and traveled south to recuperate in the town of Landes for a few days. With the help of Lanz Town, the transportation artery, the Imperial Capital Garrison and Prime Minister Pitt contacted Marshal Rudolph, who was rushing to the aid of the Imperial Capital, and in a few days, the Empire's 100,000 troops would be killed to Germany, and the rebellion of the Ministry of the Interior would be quelled in an instant.

It was knowing this, and because of Swain's persuasion, that Baron O'Brien made up his mind to attack Dew. Regardless of victory or defeat, as long as he launches a counteroffensive and gets the first shot, then this first merit will inevitably be his, plus the big victory in the western suburbs, and the position of the Minister of War will be a sure thing at that time.

Baron O'Brien was very careful when leading his troops, not to be ambushed, or to encounter enemy forces head-on, and the coalition forces in the western provinces might not be able to achieve victory. After repeated battles in the western suburbs, the army has already suffered a lot of casualties, and its combat effectiveness is no longer as good as it was at the beginning.

They passed through the main road and went straight into the city of Dweide, which, to Baron O'Brien's surprise, did not encounter any enemies along the way. The news that the baron got before was that the imperial capital had been completely blocked by the Ministry of the Interior, and it was completely impossible to enter and exit, but now it seems that there was no blockade at all, and Dewei was as quiet as a dead capital.

"It's weird. Baron O'Brien looked at the deserted street and frowned tightly, "I didn't see the enemy's troops, nor did I see the people of the imperial capital, could it be that the enemy army escorted the people of the imperial capital away from Germany? ”

Swain drove his horse to the front of the army, and he looked at the empty buildings around him, and the slightly dilapidated streets, with a faint sense of foreboding in his heart.

"Mr. Baron. Swain turned his head to look at Baron O'Brien, "The Imperial Capital Garrison will enter the Imperial Capital from the south of Deweide, right?"

Baron O'Brien hesitated slightly, nodded, and said, "That's right, what Prime Minister Pitt told me is indeed like this. He knew about the conflict between Swin and his father Ernest, so when he heard Swain ask about the Imperial Capital Garrison, he immediately thought of it, so he deliberately did not mention Ernest's name.

"In that case," Sven said, glancing at the roads and buildings that lined up in all directions, "please send a few companies and disperse into Deweide to reconnoitre." The main forces will stay here for the time being, and if they find something in front of them, they will notify this side with signal flares. ”

Baron O'Brien opened his mouth, he felt that Swain's proposal was a little strange, although it made sense, but Swain had always quietly given advice next to him, and it was the first time to make a suggestion in front of the whole army like this, so Baron O'Brien had to wonder if Swain had said it in front of everyone in order to force himself to agree.

However, no matter what Swayn's plans were, Baron O'Brien could not refuse his offer. "That's right, then send three companies to enter Deweide from three directions to reconnoitre. ”

"Since this is my suggestion, I think I should go with me and not let the soldiers simply take risks. Swain said suddenly, and when he said this, Baron O'Brien finally understood his thoughts a little.

Is it necessary to enter Deweide in person, and before the main force of the army enters in a big way...... What the hell are you going to do?" Baron O'Brien kept an eye on and wrote it down, but on the surface he nodded solemnly and agreed to Swain's request.

"Well, then I'll trouble you, Count Jericho. ”

Having received the promise of Baron O'Brien, Swain led a company from the middle road, heading due east, deep into Germany. Compared to these soldiers who were born in the western provinces and may have never been to the imperial capital in their lives, Swain, who had lived in Dewei for several months, at least knew a lot about the city.

Under his leadership, the troops marched straight to the Tiamat Palace, in the center of Devide. And along the way, they still didn't find any enemies, not even the people of the imperial capital didn't see one, as if the city was really empty, but this is the capital of the Siliul Empire, even if it was affected by the war, a large number of people left the city, and the people who stayed behind were millions of people, how could it be that they disappeared without a trace in a few days, and there was no news from the outside world?

As the march deepened, the soldiers could not help but feel a sense of fear in their hearts, and it became more and more serious. This feeling of walking on an uninhabited street made the panic of the unknown in their hearts tick out, as if what was waiting for them in front of them was not the bustling imperial capital, but the bloody mouth of a monster.

After walking about two kilometers, Sven suddenly raised his hand and motioned for the troops to stop.

He dismounted and ran to the middle of the road ahead, crouching down to carefully examine the red marks that streaked across the road ahead.

"What is this, is this a traffic sign?" said the captain, who looked at the long red line drawn in the middle of the road, and felt confused. This long line is drawn in the middle of the road, stretching towards both ends, almost the entire length of the road, and you can't even see the end.

Swain knew that it was certainly not a traffic sign, he had never seen anything like this in Deweide before. Looking at the trajectory of this red line, Swin wondered if this line would be drawn around the entire Deweide, a large circle drawn along the streets surrounding the city of Deweide.

Manfred's words...... Could it be the Star Array?" Swain muttered, he was well aware of Manfred's attainments in the magic array, so as soon as he saw this trace, he immediately thought of the Star Array.

Sven pressed his hand to the red line, and the paint was still very sticky, as if it had just been dyed. Rubbing his fingers, the red paint was still stained on his fingertips, Sven raised his hand, put the stained fingers under his nose and sniffed, a familiar smell sneaking into his nostrils.

"It's the smell of Manfred, you can't be wrong, this smell...... If so, these red threads," Sven turned his head to look at the red threads on the ground, "are they dyed with human blood?"

The company commander standing next to Swin watched Swain talk to himself, because the voice was so soft that he couldn't hear what Swin was saying clearly, only to see that Sven was particularly interested in the lines of these red lines, touching and smelling them.

"Did you find anything?" In the end, the company commander still couldn't hold back and took the initiative to ask.

"Ah, yes, no small discovery. Sven stood up slowly, patted the hand that had just touched the red line on the shoulder of the company leader, and wiped the stained paint on his clothes, "And it's also a very bad discovery. ”

Seeing Swain wiping his clothes as a rag, the company captain frowned very displeased, but he didn't dare to say anything, although his impression of Sven was not very good, but Sven was Baron O'Brien's guest after all, and he was a small company leader, and he was not qualified to talk back to Swain.

"What bad finding?" the company leader asked, wrinkling his eyebrows, looking at his soiled uniform.

"You're going to die. ”

"Huh?" Before the company commander could react, he suddenly felt a lightness in his body, and then went down unconsciously. In the last seconds before losing consciousness, he saw that the soldiers behind him were also falling to the ground like him.

Swain looked up at Manfred, who suddenly appeared at the end of the road ahead.

"Did you come out to greet me?

"You deserve that treatment. Manfred walked slowly towards Swain, with a strange smile on his face, "Your performance in the western suburbs is really beyond my expectations, although Osmond does have some problems, but you can defeat him, I am still surprised, that is the Duke of Dungal, you can actually defeat him on the battlefield, it seems that you will be another general of the empire in the future." ”

"There's nothing surprising about that. Swain looked at Manfred from afar and said with a blank expression, "There are always people who like to look at the past and the present, and that is meaningless. In any case, the Duke of Dungar is already a historical figure, and he can't fight against modern generals, so there is no need to raise his military standards to belittle the current people. ”

Manfred shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "But in fact, he did fight with modern generals, and he is still his descendant. ”

"Really?" Swain looked at Manfred coldly, with a strange sparkle in his eyes, "I have always wondered about one thing, how did you create these people, Beria, Duke Dungal, Karadog, did you resurrect them, or did you create a puppet that was just in shape?"

"Karadog?" Manfred frowned, as if he couldn't remember who this man was.

Seeing Manfred's expression, a thought flashed through Swain's mind: Could it be that Karadoge wasn't made by Manfred?

"So, is the Duke of Dungar I'm facing the one in history, or is it a puppet with only his memories and abilities?"

"Hah, what's the point?" Manfred smiled disdainfully, as if Swain's question was ridiculous, "Anyway, as long as it's easy to use, it doesn't matter who he is?"

"That's right. Sven lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, "In that case, there's no point in asking. Did you show up on your own initiative to fight me and bring the curtain down on this war?"

"How is that possible, the show has just begun!" Manfred laughed, "I told you, I want you to see a great play that I have carefully prepared, and now, it is time for the climax to begin!"

Manfred stopped ten paces in front of Swain, shouted the words, and raised his hands, and then the scarlet light came alive from the red lines on the ground, and the crimson light reached into the sky, almost swallowing the entire city.

"The revenge of the Franconians is only beginning now—"