On 2 January, the Third Army set up camp 100 fari (about 160 kilometers) from Rocohit, and Sogrend was gathering officers to discuss countermeasures. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Judging by the latest intelligence, the enemy is 5 times more than ours. It would be nice to be able to hold the Rokohit, but once the enemy army has passed through the valley of M'yat, the problem is great. "It was the commander of the 9th Division, Oscar Singled, who spoke. This is a handsome young man with sky blue eyes, and has a rigid personality that does not match his appearance, and likes to pour cold water on people, and is the most unreasonable of all people. Originally, with his excellent ability, he was favored by the Praetorian Guard after graduating from the non-commissioned officer academy, but because of his bad personality, he was kicked to the Third Army on the frontier 3 months later.

Despite such a bad character, he himself did not have the slightest intention of repenting, but sneered at the commander of the Praetorian Guard, Admiral Gustav Shurat, and before leaving the royal capital, he solemnly advised his colleagues not to let him lead the army alone, otherwise he would surely suffer a crushing defeat. He didn't have much hope for his new young boss, but Sogrand welcomed him with open arms, and his first order was: "Tell me what you don't like." Of course, this is very much in the style of Singer, who with his meticulous attitude and keen sense can effectively point out all the shortcomings of the plan, for Sögrerd Singald is not just a division commander, he is a woodpecker in the tree of the Third Army, sharp and unrelenting.

"So as long as Andak holds on, we still have hope?" The person who asked was the commander of the 38th Bow Corps, Anna Bridzid. It is a miracle that a woman is still serving in the military at the age of 24, and she is also a big difference. This woman seems to have an unreasonable purity in her private life, and if she only puts this kind of purity on herself, she is just a beautiful old virgin. But the eldest lady had a special interest in keeping her boss in the same condition as herself, so much so that several of her superiors had to let her be promoted in order to fulfill the most primitive mission of biology. Eventually, she was handed over to an "undisciplined pervert" (Briggie German) - Carl Holling.

Since then, Brigide has been fighting endlessly with her boss, and the always "fraternal" General Holling has never had the opportunity to have further contact with other members of the opposite sex since he had such a subordinate. However, he did not complain about this, nor did he become angry, but enthusiastically talked around with his subordinates. A typical example is the name of Brigitte's regiment, which everyone thinks is deliberate on the part of the division commander, although he never admits it.

"Not necessarily. With 1,000 men under Andak, if they want to hold off an army of 150,000, it will be a miracle to hold it for 1 day at most, and 2 days. So, your hopes are not so great. "Undisciplined perverts" spoke.

"What about letting them pass M'ryat?" Everyone was surprised to find that the spokesperson was their legion commander. "If Rokohit is lost, we will not be able to hold back five times my enemy forces at the mouth of the valley, because we will not have time to build fortifications. But after passing M'aryat, there were three ways to Gresden: one through the Eldura Forest and the capture of the fortress of Miston; One is to storm the fortress of Karan; There is also a middle one that passes through the Bestal Land. Then the enemy will have to make a choice, whether to concentrate his forces on Gresden and then cut off our supplies; It is still necessary to rely on the absolute superiority in strength to block our army to the death. ”

"I think the enemy is very sure that they will send troops, they should know very well that there is only one legion here." Jack Fleett said.

"It is taboo to speculate on the condition of the enemy army without accurate information, but in the current situation, we can only judge it this way." Sogre began to issue orders: "Arudina, send the dragon knight to tell Andak that if he can't hold it, he can retreat, and keep a close eye on the enemy's every move. ”

The Dragon Knight's mount is a bipedal wyvern with a length of 2 fatz (3 meters) and a wingspan of 6 fatz (9 meters), and legend has it that there were more powerful dragons in ancient times, but now only a skeleton can be seen occasionally. Winter is not suitable for this kind of biological activity, and it would be a big logistical burden to keep the wyvern active in winter. The dragon will eat every 1 to 3 hours, and each meal is the weight of a cow. It is for this reason that neither the Mastar Army nor the Iberian Army thought of using the Dragon Knights.

At the same time, the invaders were holding similar meetings, only in a very different atmosphere.

"Why didn't your army attack today to assist our army in capturing Rokohit." The Iberian commander-in-chief, Juan José, asked.

Marstar's non-voting representatives were Bavar Hayes and Fiterriy Fieldes. The former has long light-colored hair and eyes the same color as the sea in the southern shoals, and is 28 years old; The latter was 58 years old, with gray hair and a beard, and the wind and frost on the battlefield had carved countless wrinkles on his face.

"The soldiers need to rest, and our army has been marching through your country for four days in a row, and it is natural that they need to rest." Frederick replied to the reproach in moderation.

"And what about our army?" Fernández García, the deputy commander of Iberia, asked, "Haven't we fought all the battles since we entered the borders of France?" ”

Hayes stood up with a sneer and sneered: "It turns out that attacking a small outpost can be regarded as a battle, and the Iberians are really imaginative. ”

The older colleague listened and secretly complained that he was talking too impulsively. The two Iberian generals were also furious.

"Boy, don't look at anyone." Garcia scolded.

Hayes showed a look of disdain, "I'm not telling nonsense, 10,000 people attacked the city, more than 1,000 casualties, but did not capture a small fortress. The defenders of the city are not as dead as you! Tomorrow, our army will definitely be able to capture Rokohit. ”

Seeing this tense atmosphere, Frederick hurriedly persuaded Hayes away, and the meeting broke up unhappily. On the way back to the camp, Frederick blamed Hayes for not speaking in a measured manner, but Hayes said, "That Iberian ragtag army can't make a big deal, and I can't let them pull the back of Her Highness the Princess." "Say goodbye and leave.

Frederick already looked at a young man unpleasantly, how many years in the army, he would have to rely on the old and sell the old. If Hayes had been modest, he would have been happy to befriend Her Royal Highness's confidant and student of Thorde Lance. It's just that Hayes preconceived that he didn't look down on the older generation, which made the relationship between the two not harmonious.

At this time, Fiteri's lieutenant, Dapol Signori, approached him and said, "Your troops are ready, just waiting for your lordship's order." ”

"Take your two brigades and go according to plan." Fitted dropped the sentence and hurried away.

Night, quietly. The moonlight was shining all over the Rochohit, and a group of dark shadows were stealthily passing the road under the city walls to the east. Although everything went on in darkness and silence, the goddess of the moon did not favor them, and they were still discovered. The defenders reacted helplessly, and only attacked with stones for a while. They had to save arrows and javelins. In this way, the soldiers of Mastar passed through the Rokohit with only two dozen killed.

When the sun once again set forth on the land, both the Mastars and the Iberians sharpened their swords and launched a general assault on the fortress in front of them. Andak commanded the rest of his men to fend off twice as many enemies as yesterday once again. The siege force first had a burst of flint bullets, and another stone thrower in the city was unusable. The defenders fought back stubbornly with the remaining stone throwers.

The quality of the Mastar Army is obviously higher than that of the Iberian Army, which is reflected not only in the individual combat strength, but also in the overall cooperation. The Mastars apparently inherited some of the traditions of the Yartikat Empire, and they had extensive experience in offensive and defensive battles in fortresses. They knew how to take advantage of their long-range firepower, and their neat and effective fire cost the Falnsians thirty percent of the casualties almost instantly. The stubborn counterattack of the Pharisens, under the tight defense of the opposing phalanx, basically did not cause effective damage to the first besieging troops.

Andak commanded several rushing carts to burn with oil, using all the oil stored in the kitchen for the whole winter, but the enemy continued to pour into the city. The Phalans fought hard to defeat one enemy after another, and they were determined not to let any enemy come up until they died, and although many Mastar soldiers took advantage of their numerical superiority to surround each other, often some of them would be carried by the Phalensi and fell off the wall. A subsequent salvo of catapults caused the southeast corner of the wall to collapse, but the falling stones temporarily hindered the attackers' footsteps.

Due to severe attrition, a third of the entire tower was lost. Andak shouted, "Beta, find 15 people to come with me." Soon, a team of seventeen men rushed to the lost third of the tower.

Andak held a shield in one hand and a double-sided axe in the other, while Jayne took cover with a spear on one side. The first soldier to rush forward was split through his collarbone with an axe, the second had his neck cut off, and the third had his lung lobe pierced by Jayne's. The Pharians pushed forward like this, and when Andak turned back, only Jayne, covered in blood, was still behind him.

After the second group of siege ladders was erected, the Iberians also launched an assault on the city gates, which finally collapsed. Soldiers poured into the city like beans. Seeing that the situation was out of control, Andak cried out, "Beta, get out of the city quickly, you have to live, this is an order!" Seeing that Jayne was still hesitating, he pushed him out of the Marstar encirclement.

"Let's go!" Andak continued to fight, and in the blink of an eye, several enemies fell at his feet.

Although the Pharisees are still fighting bloodily, they are powerless to return to heaven. Bloodflower danced rhythmically, and the defenders were baptizing the Rokohite with blood. After the cavalry entered the city, the situation took a turn for the worse, and the lives of the soldiers were lost at an alarming rate.

Andak's breastplate had been completely torn, his left shoulder guard was shattered, and more than a dozen wounds on his body were oozing blood. Another axe warrior rushed forward, and Andak swung his axe to slash first. But the dull tomahawk stuck in the opponent's shoulder guard did not move. The other party saw the opportunity and slashed the axe into his left shoulder. Holding back the pain of a broken collarbone, he kicked his opponent down with a forward kick, pulled the axe from his shoulder, and rushed at his newly stood opponent with a loud cry, cutting a long cut in his chest. The blood-spattered corpse collapsed with a bang, and looking at Andak, covered in minced human flesh and blood, the intruder couldn't help but take several steps back.

"Who's still on?" Andak glanced at the enemy, like a god, "Who's still up?" Who has the honor to end Tom Andak's life? ”

The soldiers looked at the demonic enemy, bound by an invisible force, and no one dared to move a single step. Andak slowly felt the blood rush up, his vision blurry and declining. But he still struggled to keep his eyes open and glared at the timid intruder. Rocthhit's chief of security died at the age of 37.

The Mastar army took full control of the fortress. Bavar Hayes also entered the city with the army. However, he could not rest his time, because he had to command his soldiers to clear the battlefield in order to welcome Her Royal Highness the princess. So when he saw a group of soldiers gathered around the corner of the city, he was furious. rushed over there in one breath and shouted, "You lazy bones, what are you still grinding?" ”

"Reportedly, there's another person here who doesn't seem to be dead." A soldier replied cautiously.

"What's so strange about one more captive?" But when he saw the man, he couldn't help but take a few steps back. Hayes is not an incompetent coward. But at the sight of this person, even Mars, the god of war, would tremble. He was covered in blood and human flesh, his glaring eyes seemed to erupt with fire, and his tomahawk was still clutched tightly in his hand.

Hayes looked at it carefully and said, "Don't be afraid, he's already dead, find out who he is?" There are really not many people who die standing up. ”

"He called Tom Andak before he died." A soldier replied to the commander's inquiry.

Hayes listened and walked up to the dead man, bowed deeply, and then reached out and closed his eyes. Hayes turned around and ordered, "You guys have found a sunny place to bury him, and I will erect a tombstone for this brave man." ”

The Mastarians were so busy dealing with the dead that they neglected a living person. That's Jain Beta. Previously, he had been looking for Andak in the chaos, but after seeing the final tragic scene of the Captain of Guard, he decided that he must follow his boss's orders and return to the friendly army alive.

At first, he pretended to be a corpse and mixed it in the pile of corpses of his comrades, and when a single Iberian soldier came to collect the corpse, he suddenly jumped up and broke the enemy's neck. Then he quickly changed into the enemy's attire, changed the enemy into his own military uniform and threw it on the flatbed truck that collected the corpse.

The newly captured fortress was chaotic, and Jayne was allowed to leave the city without much difficulty. At this moment, the drums of the Mastar army marched together, and the sergeants guarding the west gate also ran to the east gate. Jayne grabbed a Mastar soldier and asked in Continental Mandarin, "What's going on?" When the Mastar soldier saw that he was an Iberian, he proudly said, "Princess Sigrani has come here to take part in the conquest of Arc." If you Iberians hadn't joined us, you probably wouldn't have had the opportunity to meet such a beautiful woman as our princess in your life. ”

Jayne listened and thought to himself: maybe it's valuable information, anyway, let's go and see it first. So he also took advantage of the crowd and rushed towards the east gate.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess has arrived!"

The soldier quietly moved out of the way. What puzzled the Iberians was why the Mastar soldiers worshipped a pampered princess so much. But they soon dispelled the doubt. The princess of the Mastar Empire, the legal heir of the Heiner dynasty, came. Sigrani Elisabeth Heineer, the only daughter of the Emperor and the future Empress. Although it is rumored that the current queen is also pregnant, no one thinks that anyone else will be able to rule Mastar in place of this princess in the future.

Sigrani's mount was a sturdy silver-white mare, with silver trivia armor framing her slender figure. Her long wavy blonde hair was carefully coiled, her sparkling golden eyes smiling at her soldiers, her small pointed nose and rosy lips forming a charming face on her white melon seed face.

She was followed by two officers of the guard, Atalante Gautier and Cosette Reims, who were also beautiful, but still slightly inferior to the princess (Hays: "Nonsense, my Atalanta is the most beautiful. ”）。 Jayne stood in the crowd and stared. Sigrani raised her right hand in greeting the soldiers, and the Mastars cheered. Amazingly, the Iberian soldiers present also cheered and shouted: "Long live Her Royal Highness Princess!" So Juan José sighed helplessly.

But the commotion that followed broke it all down, and here's why. A man who got carried away said to the wounded man of Farensi, who was guarding him, "Well, you Farensi don't have such beauties. ”

And the Falencian actually understood this sentence, and replied unceremoniously in the mainland official language: "Barely worthy of our army commander." As a result, the Mastar people argued with him for a few words, but because of the language barrier, they could not convince the other party to do it. The Falencians, though unarmed, fought back as best they could, and the Iberians were drawn in for persuasion, which eventually turned into a group fight.

Jayne took advantage of the chaos to get out of the city, and he played a role in helping to fuel the fire.

After finally controlling the situation, Frederick hurriedly pleaded guilty to Sigrani: "I'm really sorry, it's all the minister's incompetence. ”

"Forget it, but victory is a prerequisite for discipline, Baron Fielders, I hope this will not happen in the future, and restrain your subordinates."

Not far away, Hayes and Garcia are arguing, and they both want the other party to take responsibility for this matter. Sigrani dismounted and walked over, and said to the two who were glaring at each other, "Can you two stop?" General Garcia, we have a certain responsibility for this matter, can you dissipate your anger first? ”

Hearing Sigrani's heavenly voice, the Iberians immediately lost most of their anger, "Her Royal Highness the princess is so polite, and our army also bears unshirkable responsibility for this incident. ”

"But I think all this was actually provoked by the Pharansis, and at this critical moment, I think we should be more united than allow our common enemy to take advantage of it. What do you say? Lord Garcia. ”

Sigrani's "What do you say? Almost making the legs of the deputy commander of Iberia weak, Garcia just replied in a loud voice: "You are right, you are right." ”

Sigrani turned to Hays, who was snickering, and said sharply, "Your Excellency Hayes, don't detain the person yet, keep it under strict guard. Hayes immediately stood solemn, gave a military salute, and went down to keep the Falencians under "strict guard" who were supposed to be in custody. So much so that the Iberians were not able to bring even a single prisoner to trial.

"Well, I'm a little tired. If I could, I'd like to miss the company first. Sigrani said softly.

"Of course, of course, Her Royal Highness the Princess, please." Garcia's brain has long since gone on strike.

Rokohit, as a fortress, did not have any decent rooms, only Andak's room was barely adequate. Guided by Frederick, Sigrani came to the room. However, the entourage had already been retouched, and the room was covered with a velvet blanket of Pamis, and the small rooms were separated by fine white arrowroot, and the beds and necessary furniture were replaced by those reserved for the royal family. Sigrani didn't seem pleased, and asked, "Atalanta, who ordered this place to be arranged like this?" ”

"It's the minister's idea, Her Royal Highness the princess is a golden branch and jade leaf, even if you travel abroad, you can't lose your royal identity."

"Baron Fielders, we are out to march and fight, not to play. If you have any doubts about my consciousness on this matter, you can raise it in person. If we can't trust each other, let's go back to the court now. ”

"That's not what Lao Chen meant, it's just ......"

"Just what, worried that I, a delicate princess, can't stand this suffering? Baron Fielders, you don't know me yet. However, in this battle, you will know that as the successor of the Mastar Empire, I am well aware of my responsibilities and obligations. ”

"Your Royal Highness...... Princess," Atalanta reminded in a whisper.

Sigrani heard it, and she took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, Baron Fielders, I lost my temper. Thank you for your concern for me, so be it. Please go back first. ”

Frederick said "Farewell", kissed the princess's hand and stepped back.

"Sooner or later, Mastar will be ruined by this pompous style." "Everybody is like this, what the emperors of the past can do, can't I?" ”

Sigrani had completely removed her armor, and her bodysuit reflected her beautiful figure. She stretched, stretching her tight body. Marching and fighting was a very hard thing for a princess, but Hermez III had only one daughter. If you don't have enough prestige, you won't be able to get the support of the nobility and the army, and you won't be able to become the first empress in the history of Mastar, and the Heinell dynasty will come to an end. And Wuxun is the best ingredient to increase prestige.

But it's more than that, dealing with the most vicious suitors at home is what makes Sigrani even more of a headache. The emperor's throne plus a peerless beauty is attractive to any toad. They only have a look at dogs and horses, and they have no idea that the outwardly glorious empire is in fact in danger. In nineteen years of life, the only person who made Higrani's eyes light up was far away in the barbarian rule of Farensi.

"Your Highness, you are on this expedition to find that person, right?" Cosette asked.

"There was a point," said Sigrani, "that I had a hunch that I would meet him, and that he was a different person. ”