"You are my firstborn. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info", Losaf looked at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in front of him, and the love in his eyes flashed. He was dressed in formal clothes at this time, sitting upright on a chair, with a cigarette between his fingers, and the curling green smoke rose into the air, as if there was an inexplicable and regular rhythm. There was also a woman in the room, she was the wife of Lotaf, and she was not from a well-known family, and like Lotaf, she was a commoner.

Her face was a little unbearable, a little anxious, her eyes kept flowing back and forth between the faces of Losaf and her child, and she opened her mouth, but closed it under the threat of Losaf's eyes.

Looking at his son, Losaf had a sense of time and space confusion, and the child in front of him was very much like his teenage self. Whether it was him, or anyone else, they had said that this child was too similar to Losaf! But in some details, there were some differences, Losaf seemed a little more resolute, and this boy was a little weaker. Perhaps it has something to do with the environment in which he was born and raised, and Losaf came from a bad background, so he had to show a competitive side in life.

Otherwise, he will only be trampled under the feet of others.

And this young man, born in a noble family, even if Lotaf has taken him seriously to experience life, he is still a little weak. After all, he is an aristocrat, and he can't understand the real society that is as cruel as the law of the forest, so naturally he can't sharpen his edges and edges.

Flicked the soot, and the gray-white soot fell to the ground, and the flick shattered into pieces. Losaf pursed his lips and groaned for a moment, then said in a low voice: "You also have two younger brothers, as the eldest son, you have been by my side for the longest time, and the father-son relationship between me and you is also the deepest. I've always considered you my successor and never thought about other children. But you should also know what kind of lords the city needs. ”

"It's a shame that you're obviously not the person the city needs, at least not yet. ”

"Now, there's an opportunity for you to be the person the city needs, to be someone like me, but there's a lot of risk that you'll die if you're not careful. When she said this dead word, the woman next to Losaf trembled obviously, with a faint panic on her face, she looked at Losaf with pleading eyes, but Losaf ignored it, "Now give you a chance to decide your own fate, whether to become an excellent lord or an ordinary nobleman." ”

"Take a step forward, fight with your life, and fight for a bright future. ”

Or take a step back, be willing to be plain, and become the non-existent aristocrats around us. ”

"Don't say I won't give you a chance, you choose. ”

The young man has the stubbornness of the young man, he raised his head with his neck raised, showing a rare resolute expression. His gaze lingered for a moment on his mother's face, which shook her head slightly, and finally looked at his father. He took a step forward without the slightest hesitation, his lips closed a little bloodless, and his eyes showed a fierceness that he had almost never seen before. In fact, life is like this, sometimes the more you forbid something, the more others have to do.

Losaf dropped the cigarette in his hand, stood up in silence, walked up to the boy and hugged him tightly, as if trying to integrate the other into his body.

"To be honest, I don't want you to make such a choice, because you have been with me the longest and have the deepest feelings. I would like you to live your life in peace, at least until I die. But as a lord, I hope that you can make such a choice, whether it is the glory of your family or your personal future, you need to have an unwavering faith and courage. ”

"Nothing lands in this world for no reason, everything needs to be fought for by yourself, status, title, glory, all the same. ”

"You did a good job, you didn't disappoint me, from today on, you are a member of the expeditionary force!", Losav let go of his arms, grabbed the young man's shoulders tightly, looked at him carefully, and kept his appearance firmly in mind, "Either die on the battlefield or come back with all the glory, I, and your mother, are waiting for you here!"

The muscles on the boy's tense face began to twitch, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and his eyes suddenly moistened. He glanced at his present, straightened his waist vigorously, raised his head, gave a military salute, turned and left.

Looking at her son who disappeared outside the door, the woman finally cried. Their children were about to follow the army to the rendezvous at the behest of Generalissimo Grace. There is not much danger in this expedition, at least that's how Losav analyzes it. The seven heroes of the Western Front, each of whom allocated 10,000 or 20,000 soldiers, added up to almost 100,000 soldiers. Combined with the 1st and 2nd Guards, they have a good chance of winning against Isaac and Pilagos.

And the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc was also ready to send troops, and the cavalry of 12,000 men would be a sharp dagger to plunge into the heart of the rebels if necessary.

In such a must-win battle, security is still guaranteed.

Glancing at his weeping wife, Losaf snorted with a cold face, but soon the expression on his face softened. He sat down beside his wife, relit a cigarette, took a breath, and slowly exhaled, his thoughts as chaotic as the smoke.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. He reassured.

Losav knew very well that his current body looked like he was back then, but he knew in his heart that in less than ten years at most, he would no longer be able to lead his soldiers into battle and lead the city as a general. The Seven Heroes of the Western Front want generals and commanders, not a nobleman who sits in the rear and directs. So he has to think about the succession, and the eldest son is his only option at the moment.

Only by experiencing war, winning war, and experiencing the death and pain of war is that he is qualified to become a successor. Otherwise, a child who grows up in a greenhouse is not eligible to inherit his title.

The woman wiped her tears and asked, "What if something happens?"

Lotaf said with a smirk: "Aren't there two more children?"

Large-scale military mobilization could not conceal the exploration of people with intentions, and tens of thousands of people needed the help of many people to eat, drink, and Lazar, so how could it be hidden? But what was unexpected was that whether it was Pilagos or Isaac, it seemed that the military operations of the Seven Heroes behind them did not seem to care too much, but they just mobilized some soldiers to defend normally. This was a somewhat unusual move, which aroused Grace's vigilance.

To be able to become the generalissimo of the empire, not only is his personal combat power outstanding, but his sense of smell sensitive to war is also superhuman. He immediately realized that among the Seven Heroes of the Western Front, someone had fallen to these rebels.

But who, he didn't know. Before these people are exposed, he doesn't even have a good way. As long as he takes the initiative to intervene, it will cause a series of backlashes, and those soldiers who are plainly questioned will definitely complain, even resent. So he could only pretend not to know, and the plan that was supposed to be implemented was also suspended.

"What a clever ploy!", Wren smiled slightly, and Hallix looked at Wren with a dazed and somewhat bewildered expression, waiting for Wren to explain further.

In fact, now the Seven Heroes of the Western Front is like playing a game of guess who I am, at least one of the seven lords has fallen to the rebels, and it is even possible that more lords will become allies of the rebels. The reason why they defected at this time was actually related to the system of the empire, which certainly gave them unique power of life and death, and gave them great power, but at the same time restricted their behavior.

The Seven Heroes of the Western Front sound good, but in fact they are not even qualified to enter the mainland. The empire will never allow these seven nobles, who have wielded great power, to leave their territory without permission. This is also the reason why commoners like Losaf can get up, because those big nobles in the traditional sense will not do this. They don't run to the frontier for a little power and eat sand for generations, only the new aristocracy that has risen from the plebeian class is happy to do so.

These lords of the Western Front are like empty mountains of gold and silver, but there is no place to use them, and they also need some changes. When they were dozing, someone handed them a pillow, and they naturally lay down very quickly.

In fact, there are deeper contradictions, but the explanation of these contradictions does not make the slightest sense to Holyicks, but may cause unnecessary trouble.

Now that the defectors of the seven lords do not come forward for a day, Grace's plan to stab him in the back will not work. In the unlikely event that the two sides are fighting, and someone suddenly turns against each other, the damage will definitely be greater than the damage of not moving.

"So what now?", Holix worried, the biggest killer feature had lost its effect, and the future was bleak.

What to do?

Wren smiled absently, "Of course it's a fight!"

He turned around and walked to the completely unintelligible map and was silent for a while before he said, "I have never been in the habit of being beaten passively, since it is a battle, then there should be a relationship." Now that the grain in Xilin City has been burned and the rebels are in a state of panic, isn't it a good time for us to attack?", he turned around and waved his hand, "Prepare to go on the expedition!"

Moria's soldiers were beaten in fear, so this time Wren left behind 5,000 infantry and 3,000 cavalry of the Burning Legion, and he took 5,000 cavalry and 15,000 infantry to attack Xilin City. From the very beginning, he had no intention of hiding from Pilagos and swaggering straight on the road. Along the way, enemy scouts constantly wandered around, and Wren did not disperse them, allowing them to bring the information back.

The current situation is completely different from a few days ago, just after a big defeat, a general was beheaded, the food was burned again, and the three bad news gathered together, the rebels in Xilin City couldn't sit still. At this time, the news of Rennes' attack will inevitably lead to some civil unrest. Even if Pilagos can suppress this civil strife, I am afraid he will not be able to suppress the hearts of the people.

The ability of the big nobles to bear is far stronger than that of the small nobles, people are selfish, and those big nobles are just breaking their bones, but for the small nobles, this may end their roots. Once the first person opens their mouth to leave, it will soon spread to more people, which is one of the reasons why the nobles of the first two civil wars ended up losing.

If you can't really work together, once you face a predicament, you want to protect yourself, and you don't have the momentum to fight to the end without looking back, how can you win?

Mouth cannon?

The bigger the movement of Wren's expedition, the more panicked those little nobles with strange hearts became, and the distance that could meet on a normal march of three days was dragged to five days for Wren. When the sun tilted southwest in the sky on the afternoon of the fifth day, Syllin City also appeared in Wren's sight.

All kinds of flags fluttered in the wind at the head of the city, and dense heads of people crowded on the city wall, but Wren chose to camp not far from Xilin City.

The rich smell of food wafted around, and in order to fight like this, Wren took a lot of precious spices from Hallix for cooking. The soldiers on the city wall, who had been hungry for days, smelled the smell of the food, and their saliva was about to flow out, but they could only pull their belts hard and tie them tighter.

In fact, in the past few days, there has been grain transported from behind, but that little bit of grain can not solve the current trouble at all, everyone can only get a cup of wheat kernels every day, and what is only enough to eat one meal has to be divided into three meals, and the result is that three meals are not full.

Some of the soldiers' eyes had become wrong, full of a dangerous glow, and the soldiers belonging to the forces of Pilagos on the walls had sensed that something was wrong, but there was nothing to do. You can stop anyone else's actions, but you can't stop other people's thoughts.

Listening to his subordinates' returns, Pilagos had only one thing in his throat, Mahepi.

Wren of Mahmaipi nibbled on a roasted brown leg of lamb, drank fruit wine, and raised his chin slightly, "Let our people go out and eat, eat under the city walls, but be safe." ”

The deputy commander of the regiment has changed, and the Empress of Pars knows that Wren has the same character. Instead of having a disobedient legion leader and letting Wren trouble her, or even not giving her face, it would be better for everything to go along with Wren. This deputy army commander is also a soft egg, no matter what Wren says along the way, he is what he is, and some people say in private that he is like Wren's son, and he is very obedient.

At this time, he trotted out and relayed Wren's order to the soldiers in the battalion, and the soldiers laughed after hearing this, and one by one they carried the roasted black rock sheep and the wine jar to a place one hundred and fifty meters away from the wall of Xilin City and started camping. One by one, they flaunted their might, gulped meat, drank wine, and looked at the yellow-faced and blackened enemy troops on the city wall, and an inexplicable pride arose in their hearts.

It seems that following a boss like Wren is quite interesting.