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You're better dressed than I am, and I want to look good too.

You have more money than I do, and I want more money too.

You're well fed, but I'm hungry!

How's that going to work?

Many big people often say high-sounding words in the face of some crises, either this or that, all actions and all things are not a little selfish, everything is for everyone's good life, for the peace of the world.

Wren also said these things, and he cannot deny and cannot deny the fact that they have happened.

But when saying these things, there needs to be certain facts as a basis.

You said that you are calling on everyone to do this for the good of everyone, and where it is good, so that the people who are called to can see with their own eyes the changes and differences that have taken place. Otherwise, it's just clichés, empty words.

Now you call on everyone to endure hunger and carry everything through this period of time, but you must always come up with some factual evidence, so that everyone knows why they have carried this time, right? Otherwise, who can believe these empty words and who can believe them?

On one side is the caress of Pilagos, and on the other side is the display of the Imperial Legion outside the city, nine out of ten people can endure it, but as long as one person can't bear it, it is only a matter of time before the other nine people go into the water.

"Made, I can't stand it anymore!", a soldier defending the city took off his steel helmet and fell to the ground, and the steel helmet bounced on the ground, leaving two white marks. He sat on the ground against the wall, his face full of indescribable irritability, the rich aroma of food kept drilling into his nose, and his full stomach began to chirp uncontrollably. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and lowered his head slightly, "You say, when can we go home?"

Home is a good place, and a person who is away from home often thinks of home and wants to go home when he encounters setbacks. In people's understanding, home is a place where you can shelter from the wind and rain. Many times many people don't realize this clearly, but when he faces a difficult situation and retreats in his heart, he has a clear goal, I want to go home.

The soldiers on the side were smoking and holding sickles, looking at the large row of night banquets outside the city with a wry smile, the lights were bright, and it was lively like a festival. There weren't many things on the table, just two or three, mutton, and meal packs, and some wheat kernel porridge. But these things made it even more difficult for them, the soldiers who guarded the city in the middle of the night. If you don't have anything in your stomach, you panic in your heart, and when you panic, you can't guard your post.

Just like the robe next to him, if he is discovered by the inspectors, he will be punished with ten military sticks, to say the least.

He sighed, "Go home, I guess I can't go back!"

The soldier looked up suddenly, his eyes were unusually bright in the night, and the brightness was a little frightening, "What do you say? Why can't you go back?"

The soldier who was standing sighed again, he was a veteran, and being a veteran meant having more experience in warfare. Experience is something that cannot be experienced in books and teachings, it is the accumulation of experience, and he replied pointedly: "Do you really think that we can go to the imperial capital in one go and overthrow the rule of the Orlando family?"

The crouching soldier was stunned and fell silent.

That's what the lord said to them before they set out from the territory, and they themselves had believed that it would be like this, but when they calmed down and thought about it carefully, they would feel ridiculous. How could such a thing happen to fight against the entire empire with a quarter of the empire's strength, and still think about overturning the empire to the ground? Even if they and the imperial army had a battle loss ratio of 1:2 or even 1:3, the empire's current strength was enough to crush them to smithereens.

Hitting the imperial capital is just a beautiful wish, an impossible dream!

After a while, the squatting soldier opened his mouth and asked in a slightly hoarse and low voice, "Then what is the point of such a war?"

The old soldier who was standing shook his head in the night, looking a little lonely, "I don't know, I don't understand, these things are the business of the noble lords." We just need to do our part as they tell us to do our part, and the rest ......"

He broke off at this point, and if he continued to talk about it later, it would inevitably blow other people's confidence too much, and it would make him even more difficult to let go.

For these low-level soldiers, whether the nobles win or lose, there is actually no benefit to their status. A soldier is always a soldier, at most he is given the position of a squad leader, these low-level soldiers want to become generals, if there is no great opportunity, without the favor and appreciation of the big people, and without the possibility of fighting for one in ten thousand, they should never delusionally become a member of the privileged class.

After all, people like Losaf are in the minority, and in the process of his continuous promotion, there have been several times when he almost died on the battlefield. It can only be said that his life is good, his life is also hard, and he has carried it alive and alive, so that he has today's status and achievements.

And they, the soldiers...... , who knows what they are called?

"Home ......", the squatting soldier picked up the steel helmet and put it back on, and tightened the belt of his trousers a little tighter, with a bitter smile remaining at the corner of his mouth, "Yes, it's really hard to say if you can't go back!"

A war-weariness has quietly floated among the rebels. It's not that these warriors are all cheaters, but they don't have a unified mind when faced with a difficult situation. The chaotic ownership and the lords with different minds have prompted such a thing to happen, and even those lords want to leave here, so why should the soldiers below work hard?

A chance to leave, quietly slipping away from his hand, Pilagos also realized the mistake he had made. It was one of the biggest mistakes that he stuck here and didn't leave in order to compete with Isaac. Of course, he can't be blamed entirely for this, Isaac showed strong aggression on the other line, winning several cities in a row, and his prestige in the Blood Alliance is better than ever. If Pilagos can't catch up, then once the matter is done, the throne will be in Isaac's pocket.

In the final analysis, it is still selfish desires that are at work.

I don't want to be subservient, everyone is the same big noble, they are all leaders of the aristocratic group, and they are all the leaders of the blood alliance, why are you the emperor and I am the minister?

In this unbalanced mind, Pilagos must have been blinded by some temptation.

If he can join forces with Isaac, with a scale of nearly 200,000 capable warriors, he can completely push all the way to the satellite city near the imperial capital, and then the two will start a military competition to compete for the final ownership of the throne, which is far more secure than the current division of the army. Of course, this is just a perfect hypothesis, if the two big men really join forces, who will be in charge and who will be the deputy?

If they are all in charge, then who do the people listen to?

After all, war is not a political struggle, and everyone can still keep warm in a political struggle, and war, especially a war in which the goal is particularly important, may be the most correct choice to separate.

Now Pilagos is faced with a very difficult choice, either to stay here and not to move an inch, or to retreat to Hagrid's gateway, Droor. If the former is chosen, supply is a big problem, and if Wren chooses to cut off their supply line instead of attacking the city, Xilin City will become an island, and in the end, there is only one way to open the door and surrender after consuming the last supply.

If they choose to abandon the city, the 5,000 cavalry of Wren will catch up with them, and I am afraid that there will be heavy losses, and even betrayers. And Pilagos, his status and prestige in the Blood Alliance, will also plummet. Unless he can fight back and reach the Imperial Capital faster than Isaac, the throne will be gone from him forever.

Whichever path you choose, you lose weight, which is one of Pilagos' biggest problems at the moment.

Since Riddle was burned down by Wren to roast dog meat, Pilagos lost the initiative, and with the materials burned, he was actually in a state of defeat in Hagrid Province.

The rest, it's just a matter of time!

"The most important thing now is time!", Grace slammed his fist on the stone tabletop, leaving a splintering mark on the tabletop, but his fist was not damaged in the slightest. originally thought that it could become the key to the battle situation, but it became a huge hidden danger. He wasn't sure if he was too suspicious, and he was wrong, but whether it was Isaac or Pilagos facing the elite army of the border that had begun to assemble behind their butts, there was not much movement, just normal defense. Instead, it made him suspicious.

It's like taking off your pants and washing your ass and waiting for those people to come. If there were no betrayers among the Seven Heroes on the Western Front, then it can only be said that these two rebel leaders were really talents, and they successfully limited the nearly 100,000 troops with this dangerous and dangerous trick, making the 100,000 troops a burden.

But if there are really people in the Seven Heroes on the Western Front who betray the empire and the royal family, once a battle is launched, and the betrayers defect at a critical moment, the harm caused is better than ignoring the 100,000 people.

Greon looked at his brother and fell silent.

It's a good killer feature, but it was abolished inexplicably, which can really infuriate people.

He stared at the tiled map, pondered for a moment, and then took off the ring that represented his status as a marshal and placed it on the satellite city of the imperial capital.

Grace also noticed his actions and nodded slowly, "Next, it's up to Count Wren's means." ”

"As long as he can hold back the main force of Pilagos, then the decisive battle with Isaac in Satellite City will become a reality!"

That night, an empress secret order galloped thousands of miles in an instant through the magic elements that constantly vibrated and amplified in the air, and landed in the camp of the Burning Legion outside Xilin City.