"No split?", Wren looked slightly surprised, then shook his head and laughed. He was a little surprised by the news that the Sentry Rider had brought www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion to plan that the rebel coalition would soon split due to a fire in the backyard. Each nobleman faced a completely different situation, and in his opinion, it was simply impossible to maintain the current unity. It's like a gambler at the edge of a table, some of them have their pants off, some of them still have a few chips in their hands, and some of them have nothing to lose.

The one who loses will definitely want to continue the final fight, anyway, he has nothing left, even if he loses again, there is nothing precious or wealth to lose, leaving the table is the last thing to see. As long as you can still bet on the last game, you may be able to get back the principal interest. And those who lost half of them, after they saw the miserable situation of Kazali, have retreated, although they also lost a lot of money in this gamble, but at least there is still a little capital, there is always a time to make a comeback.

As for the only one who didn't lose money, he didn't care. Anyway, there is no loss, and the gamble may lose to the bookmaker Rennes, who is in the limelight at this time, but leaving will not damage any of his interests, and he prefers to leave the table.

The three groups of people who couldn't agree should finally curse each other a few words and slam the table and the bench to split, but they didn't expect to huddle tightly, which was indeed unexpected by Wren. He also thought about swallowing all these people in batches, but he didn't expect it to be unsuccessful. But it doesn't matter, although it is a bit unexpected, it is also within the acceptable range.

Wren has a wealth of experience as a human being, and unlike those young people who are blindly impulsive, he always thinks about things before he wins, so as not to catch him off guard by sudden changes.

"Continue the march and try to get to the predetermined place before dinner. He explained, tilting his head in thought.

In fact, there was no First Guards at all, and this was known only to him and Pars, and perhaps to the Prime Minister. In his plan, the First Guards were only a catalyst, not a material, and perhaps involving the First Guards in Bell's situation would have a greater effect on calming the situation, but Wren was reluctant to let Pars put his hand into what he already considered his own territory.

Once the First Guards were stationed in Bell and did not leave, it was equivalent to Pars restraining his next plan, and in essence, Wren did not take the orthodox rulers represented by Pars to heart. He was a pragmatist, looking more at his own interests than on the interests of Pars's people. After all, he and Pars, as well as the other golden nobles, did not have any feelings for each other and did not have much in common.

Everything he does here is for himself, not for others!

Therefore, maintaining the relative unity and independence of Bell Province is also something he must think about and do.

He had always had a doubt in his heart, from the founding of Orlando to today, in the three hundred and seventy or eighty years, the other four golden nobles died out because of something. There is no record of this in the family collection, and some of those who may know about it are silent, and according to the obligations and powers stipulated in the treaty recorded in the sacred covenant, the golden nobles should support each other and unite with each other. But obviously everyone didn't do this, if it weren't for the death of the previous Wren under the poison that can hurt the soul, with that guy's ability and IQ, being assigned to Ortrenburg would be a dead end.

In other words, it is highly likely that another golden aristocracy will perish.

As he pondered the whole thing, he remembered the shadow dancer who had almost succeeded in assassination. Afterwards, he learned about the information about the Shadow Dancer, this special race is not a role that those gangster leaders can afford to hire at all, they can only afford to hire the Black Priest at most. So is it possible to spread the thinking and extend it, behind that assassination, there are also other forces involved, and even a certain golden nobleman's private means, the purpose is to kill him and blame the underworld forces in Ortlenburg by the way?

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, and Wren couldn't help but touch the ring on his index finger. Now that the situation in Bell Province is within his control, there will be no more surprises, the internal enemies will basically be completely eliminated in the next few days, but what about the external enemies? These people will not let him grow freely, they will inevitably begin to continue to pay attention to him, and use all kinds of means to prevent his growth.

It seems that it is necessary to deepen the intelligence search of the imperial capital, and this matter still has to be left to Alma. It's just that Wren is also a little hesitant, Alma is a woman after all, although she has delicate thinking and observation, but in some ways she is still too passive and not active enough. The perverted influence of Hugo flashed in his mind, and Wren had already made a decision.

Professional things are handed over to professional people to be responsible, which is one of the most valuable experiences he has summed up in the past few decades.

He retracted his thoughts, moved his numb legs and buttocks, shook the reins and shouted twice, his legs clamped between the belly of the horse, and chased the fast-moving army in the direction of Millin City.

Less than fifty kilometers from Rennes, the coalition camp was silent. No progress has been made for several days. The civilians of Mirin City poured a human wall with an iron will that would never fall, and in the face of the frenzied siege of the coalition army, they actually maintained the war within an acceptable range.

As the war progressed, the casualties of this group of civilians were particularly heavy, but they persevered.

War weariness crept up on both sides, one side unwilling to attack Milin again because of the lack of progress and heavy losses. On the other hand, there is the fear and numbness that breeds here in the face of more professional killing. After almost a week of fighting, neither side wanted to fight anymore. In the words of some soldiers, it is either a quick victory over the enemy, or a happy death by the enemy, what is the point of consuming so many troops and resources all day long?

"The soldiers are starting to get tired of the repetitive battles, and we have to think about other options. Uvel rubbed his head with a headache, "Why don't we concentrate our firepower and break through part of the city wall?"

Just yesterday, Uvel's tribesmen finally arrived here with a defeated army of less than 500 men, and through the description of the tribesmen, Uvel realized that he, like Kazari, had lost everything. But he at least had some more people than Kazari, which made him feel relieved, but at the same time, he completely gave up the idea of going back, and became more active, standing on Kazari's side. Not even Uvel's people could hold half a city, let alone Sico's people?

Sico no longer has any hope for his hometown, only hoping that more people will escape, but there is no news so far, and it is estimated that there is more than luck.

The united front again, so that these people's opinions are highly unified, and they have put all their bets on Milin City. As long as they can defeat Milin City, they can resolve the crisis at this time, and they can also provide them with a harbor that can shelter from the wind and rain, and a port where they can be replenished.

"The walls of the city of Mirin are twenty-one meters thick at the thinnest point, and more than thirty meters thick at the thickest point. I would like to ask, how much steel will we need to tear down the walls?", Sarcomo was as calm as ever, acting like a gentleman, and here only he suffered the least. It seems that the Chamber of Commerce has a big business, but in fact, when it is dispersed, it is nothing more than independent businessmen of all sizes, they have no fiefdoms, no countless clansmen, and nothing that cannot be abandoned.

So all along, Sarcomo has been extremely calm and has not fired once.

Sico and Cazari glanced at Sarcomo, their hearts filled with dissatisfaction with the party leader. The reason why they went step by step from the lord who listened to the tone and did not listen to the announcement to the vanguard of the rebellion was of course because they were lured by profits, and there was also a reason why Sarcomo was blowing the wind on the sidelines. Coupled with the promised benefits of the Byronic Empire, they finally decided to take a desperate gamble and stand up against the rule of the Orlando Empire.

This leader of the Labour Union, the legendary businessman, played a not-so-glamorous role in the whole thing. If it weren't for his complicity with the envoys of the Byron Empire, perhaps they would not have come this far. Of course, blaming Sarcomo at this time would not help, but would turn this powerful ally away from Germany. But small grievances, they still have to vent.

Sarcomo was clearly well aware, but he didn't care in the slightest.

At this time, a sentry suddenly rushed in and knelt on one knee, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have found traces of Wren's main force!"

In an instant, everyone stood up on the ground, and the previous decline was swept away. Now the number of the coalition forces is only more than 30,000 people, and the mercenary group is running and dying, and their own strength has been reduced by more than 10,000 people. The four families together still have 20,000 people, and the remaining seven or eight thousand people are all Sarcomo's people. Among them were more than three thousand infantrymen, as well as a cluster of close to four thousand.

Despite the loss of their troops, they still had an advantage in numbers compared to the main force led by Wren. Especially after these days of fighting, the soldiers who can survive are often elite. This siege battle was like a huge sieve, all the unqualified soldiers became fertilizer for the earth, and those who remained were elite and strong.

They are still confident that they have done a fight with Rennes!

"Where did you find them?", Kazari stepped forward, grasping the sentry by the shoulder, and the sentry shot out like a sword in his eyes, and the sentry who stabbed his head bowed his head and did not dare to meet Kazali's gaze.

"About forty kilometers to the southwest. (To be continued.) )