Under the same dark starry sky, the atmosphere in the operational command room of the Imperial Capital Sagos was so gloomy that people couldn't see it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

King Ragnar's brows were tightly twisted, his face was cloudy, he just raised his head and wanted to say something, but he lowered his head in a dejected manner, and after thinking for a long time, he stood up as if he had mustered up courage and asked, "Ciel, is this really the only way to go?"

Hill shook his head and smiled wryly and said, "No, my king. That's just the best-case scenario. In reality, there are too many variables, and it may be much worse than the prediction. ”

As if he had been struck with a hammer, King Ragnar fell back into his chair, touched his face with his hand, and muttered, "How is this possible, how is this possible! A hundred years of Nord's foundation! A hundred years of inheritance。。。。。。 ”

Although Hill's expression was as usual, the corners of his eyes still showed a little imperceptible helplessness: "It's too late, it's too late." If it weren't for the information that Mr. Kemira brought, we would have been even more at a loss. ”

"No, if not that guy. Ruda, who had been silent, finally spoke up: "Then we will be like frogs in warm water, unconscious and going to death! Damn, how can something that only the devil can create!"

"Could it be that the information provided by the rebel is false!" asked King Ragnar, as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

"No, no, Your Majesty. A man who is dying, there is no need to lie," Hill said, "and he had been assassinated the night before." This proves that the rebels are very afraid of the information he brings to us. ”

Ragnar was once again dead-faced, his mouth closed, and he leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath.

Ruda stood up and didn't say anything, just patted Ragnar on the shoulder.

This scene has happened countless times in the past, and although the two have changed from young talents to white-haired old men over time, the meaning of this action has not changed at all.

Charge!

Rush over and conquer your enemies with your courage!

"We have no other way! Ragnar!" Rueda said, "Hill's suggestion is indeed the most reasonable. ”

The king's aging body trembled slightly, and the instincts of some warriors were slowly recovering.

We have no other way!

Then pave a new path with our flesh and blood and that of the enemy!

The languishing look was gone, and Ragnar felt that the blood had boiled in his old body again, and his powerful hands were slamming heavily on the wooden table: "Then fight! For the people of Nord! For the dignity of Nord!"

"Fight to the end!"

Wright quietly looked at the depressed land outside of Kulin, looking out at the horizon far away, the cold evening breeze gently blowing into his hood, soothing the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

It has been a month since the last time Kulin was captured, with the purge of the inner city and the opening of private grain depots such as the dignitaries of the inner city, the refugees finally received enough food and clothing to survive the harsh winter, and the life in the outer city is like a plant in the desert for a long drought, finally ushered in the dew of the rainy season, and began to grow rapidly and vigorously, and the night songs around the bonfire, the sound of the boys and girls laughing, and the trumpets during labor, always sounded in every corner of the outer city, making people feel rare vitality and warmth in the cold winter.

"It's a pity that what little vitality there is left will be swept away by the cold winter wind. "The old man who is over half a hundred years old has experienced the vicissitudes of life, and his sense of ominous premonition is as sensitive as sensing the omen before his rheumatism relapse.

Five days ago, more than 3,000 Nord troops set out from the royal capital to attack Kulin, threatening to recapture Kulin and Pingtiha in one fell swoop.

It doesn't matter if Tikhashan can be defeated or not, but it will be easy to retake Kurin.

In the past year, the war and famine in the past year have seriously affected the agricultural production of Kulin, and the storage in the inner city can only be enough for the people in the city to barely support until next month, and once the grain road is cut off, it is estimated that it will not be able to hold out for even a week.

In terms of geographical advantages, the last siege caused by the loss of the city wall is very serious, only near the east gate there are three three-meter size gaps, the whole city of the gap as many as more than ten, until yesterday barely completed seventy percent of the repair work, once the battle started, these gaps will become fatal wounds.

In terms of peace, the total number of Nord rebels in Kulin is probably only about 500 people, and at least one-third of them are peasant troops who were temporarily recruited before the expedition, and such an army has to face an army of more than 3,000 people in the Nord royal division, which is simply vulnerable in terms of quality and quantity.

"Let them go out of the city and fight!" said the fierce man with a blank face, throwing the banana in his hand at the monkey next to him.

"The difference in numbers is too great, and this is no different from sending people to death. Wright was fighting fearlessly.

"Add the refugees in the city and that's pretty much it. They're happy to join the army anyway!" Darnay actually stood up and bowed to Wright, although this did not make Wright feel the slightest politeness and respect: "There is no need to win, only delay is enough, my dear old gentleman." ”

Wright was even a little incredulous that a famous legendary figure would use such despicable methods, he gritted his teeth, and almost squeezed the words out between his teeth: "Sir, I think you know, this is murder! You are sending those civilians with no combat experience directly to hell!"

"No, no, no, you're wrong, old man. Darnay smiled and waved his hand: "They should have gone to hell a long time ago, they wouldn't have survived this month without us, they just gave back what they had gotten." This is the way of heaven. ”

The old man was extremely difficult to provoke, Rao was so, Wright was still angry at that time, but he couldn't do anything, Darnay still smiled calmly, as if he was just doing an extremely ordinary thing, but Wright's level was far from enough to understand.

Wright remembered later that Darnay's smile was like the kind of laughter that an elder could laugh at when he saw a junior ask some extremely simple and ridiculous questions.

That bastard, does he really think there's nothing wrong with this arrangement!?

Then he should see the results!

Wright retracted his thoughts, and slowly drew his gaze from the distant wasteland back to the city, where large tents were connected outside the city, and Nord's jackdaw banner fluttered in the wind, like countless carrion-eating jackdaws sweeping in.

A little closer, the original yellow sand beneath the city had been stained with blood and rotten flesh into ominous dark red, and countless flesh and blood were mixed with the city to smear into a disgusting pattern.

"Thousands of people have been killed and wounded in one day, and the gap between these refugees and the regular army is too great! It was a one-sided massacre. Karp, who was so impatient, had lost any urge to attack, and the huge battle damage in a day almost numbed him.

"Even if it is mixed and used in our regular army like this, the strength is far behind. Wright lowered his head, unwilling to look at the bodies that had piled up and lost their lives: "Their sacrifice is pointless. ”

"Is it delaying? Or is it to save food? Or is it psychological warfare, hoping that those Nords will not want to throw rats and kill civilians indiscriminately? No matter what the considerations are, the current result is far from being achieved! And those refugees are still very active in signing up to help defend their cities, they say they want to defend their cities!" Karp hugged his head: "Oh my God! I think I'm a devil! Trick them into the barracks and sell them to the Grim Reaper! That damn Darnay!! Where the hell has he been at this point!? What the hell is he thinking?"

"No, poor boy. Wright touched his head and said pityingly, "I'm only now slowly coming to my senses." Now the encirclement has been completed, and the grain route has been cut off. That person not only wanted to stall for time, but also to reduce the number of civilians in the city who were not of use value. Only then will there be enough food and supplies to provide reinforcements when they break through the encirclement and join the siege. ”

"Hahaha!" Karp laughed miserably, "I don't understand, and I don't want to! Such a shameless arrangement is simply an insult to war! Even if you die, you won't be able to enter Valhalla!"

"No, no! Calm down!" Wright was accustomed to life and death, and his ability to bear was naturally much stronger, he pulled Karp and pointed to the refugee recruits in the city who had just received their weapons: "Son, calm down. We have paid mercy and sorrow. Regardless of the facts, we cannot judge the meaning of other people's lives by our own will, and perhaps for them, defending their homeland is the whole meaning of life. ”

"No one is persecuting them, they are like an oil drum filled with passion, and it only takes a little spark of incitement to burn themselves and others out. Ay..... Wright's voice grew lower, so low that he could barely hear himself: "Karp, hurry up the restoration of the city walls, this may make their sacrifice a little more meaningful." ”

Wright looked at the mountains in the distance again and prayed silently.

O all-knowing and all-powerful God, I beseech you to send reinforcements as soon as possible, and save us from the fire.

No one knows whether or not God heard Wright's prayers, but it is certain that the Prophet Lesven, as God's agent, did not hear it.

Because he has more important things to do.

His eyes were always fixed on the sand table on the table, and from time to time his eyes flashed with excitement, and it took a long time to look at Cesar, who was standing beside him, and asked, "What do you think, Erather?"

"The troops against the king are strong and strong, and their momentum is like a rainbow, which can be said to be full of the power available to the emperor. In contrast, Kulin is weak, and if he doesn't get reinforcements, the city will be broken in the blink of an eye. ”

Lesven asked meaningfully, "What shall we do then?"

The word "we" is deliberately accentuated.

Cesara paused for a while: "Wait and see what happens! Although we were sent to attack and reinforce this time, such an army that is completely incompatible, no matter how strong the combat effectiveness of a single army is, it is difficult to do anything, and in terms of role, our spiritual value far exceeds the use of strategic value. Moreover, General Perel has already sent a large force for reinforcements, and we can use the excuse of waiting for friendly troops to rest in the hidden valley nearby, and properly train the army. ”

Lesven waved his fist excitedly: "After the large army officially joins the battle, we will wait for the opportunity to move, in the name of God, to annihilate all the enemies who stand in the way!"

Cesar naturally understood what he meant by "all the enemies who stood in his way", so he couldn't help but take a breath and persuade: "Lord Prophet, our strength is still too weak, and everything is based on the overall situation, and every step is the best policy. ”

The excitement on Lesven's face froze slightly, and then narrowed down slightly: "You're right, Erather! ”

The words "very affectionate" were like thunder, and Cesar heard a buzzing in his ears for a while, and his head was blank.

Cesar nodded slightly, bowed, and withdrew.

The camp was stationed in a col about eighty miles from Kulin, and a bright moon hung high above the hill, and the moonlight made the surrounding pine forest cover a thin silver veil, which had a different kind of hazy beauty.

But at this moment, Cesara didn't have the heart to appreciate it at all, and the words "private affection" were constantly repeated in his mind, as if there were many Leswen surrounding him, constantly whispering in his ear.

Cesar turned around the main camp and took two deep breaths of the cold air deep in the mountains, cooling his lungs and head together.

It took him a while to get rid of the thoughts, but new ones immediately flooded his mind, and he had to keep walking, trying to clear his mind.

That guy is in such a hurry!

Cesar originally thought that Lesven, who could still find a way out of the cage in this puppet state and had the courage to break through the cage, should be a brave and resourceful person with a heart for the world, but after a few days of marching and getting along, he felt more and more that Lesven was not only too radical, but also ambitious and talented, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that the whole army would be put into it.

While Cesar was still pondering, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a sword blade piercing the air, and he stopped, only to find that he had unconsciously walked up a hillside, and he looked around, and in a moment he found the source of the sound.

The blonde girl danced with her sword, the sword was not in a hurry, it was as natural as flowing water, the moonlight sprinkled all over the woodland covered with fallen leaves, and the girl's sword reflected the silvery moonlight from time to time, and the sparkling ground was like the stars in the sky flying around her, and Cesar was stunned for a moment.

The figure slowly overlapped with the person who had been thinking about it all the time, and the name immediately rushed out of his mouth: "Toria!?"

"Huh?" Toria suddenly heard her name called, so she stopped and turned to look at Cesar。。。。。, "Who are you? Do you know you?"