"Go is an old oriental game that is said to have a history no shorter than our checkers, and possibly even longer. In this game composed of simple black and white chess pieces www.biquge.info the deep wisdom of the Oriental people is vividly embodied. The stage or situation that fascinates me the most in the game is the so-called 'robbery', where the pieces of both sides attack each other in one place, but the key to determining the outcome here is to stay away from the 'robbery' in another part of the board. If we could take a closer look at history, wouldn't many of the classic and famous examples be represented again and again by this ancient and simple game? - "Quotations of the God of War: Military Strategy IV"

June 6, 345 Gregorian Calendar, Mastar, Regina.

The hot summer months and the advent of the Massarea are one of the main reasons for the abundant crop yields in June and July. However, there are pros and cons in everything, and how to deal with the ensuing high temperature is also a very headache. For the two armies currently holding each other here, the hot weather in summer brings not only upset and irritability, but also a series of problems such as heat stroke among soldiers and an increase in the rate of wound infection are enough to give the superiors a headache.

The Southern Army outside the city continued its military operations, and it seemed that they did not want to give the other side a chance to breathe, but such a disguise still seemed immature and clumsy in the face of nature, and the defenders soon discovered that the other side was just a routine. Therefore, the defending side is able to cope with the opponent's offensive that is better than nothing.

Her Majesty's army was optimistic, but Her Majesty and her husband were not so happy. On the one hand, the Farencians seemed to have made up their minds to do the Marquis of Rossi a favor, exerting no heavy or light pressure on the other side in the direction of the Northern Army, which made the Count of Reims a little tired. However, Thorde Lance still has some methods, in view of the fact that most of the food stocks of the Northern Army were burned by the dragon knights raided by the other side last time, if the whole army is to be dispatched, it will alarm the Farensi, and secondly, the supplies will not be able to keep up, so once the Northern Army obtains a certain amount of supplementary food and grass, it will immediately organize a wing to drive to the front line in batches with a scale of 1,000 people. Under such a quiet operation, in just about a month, the Northern Army has sent a reinforcement of the size of a semi-company under the noses of the Pharisens. Reggie's side saw that reinforcements came almost every three or four days, and the morale in the city became even more high.

On the other hand, the reason for the discord between Sigrani and Leon lies in the newborn princess. Legend has it that Leon, who thwarted a threatening enemy attack one day, visited his wife for the first time after giving birth to the Empress and saw her teasing the child. Leon didn't seem to be aware of the child's blood problem at the time, and out of love for the child, he also went to the cradle. But when he carefully saw the color of the little princess's eyes, his mood immediately changed.

"I say, Heeki......" Leon said in a slurred.

"What's the matter, dear?" Sigrani asked without looking back.

"What are you going to do with this kid?"

"What to do? Seodora is the princess of the Empire, and she will enjoy everything that a princess should enjoy. ”

"Really?" Leon's tone became cold, "Do you still want her to be empress?" ”

Sigrani, who was preoccupied with her own flesh and blood, seemed to have no notice of her husband's tone, which contained fury like the silence before the storm. "Maybe that's possible? Although Cyodora only has one eye like me, this is also in line with the ancestor's law of 'must have golden eyes'? Sigrani replied casually. (Note: Unfortunately, in the Mastarian language, the singular and plural of the word "eye" is the same, so it is impossible to tell whether it is one eye or a hundred eyes by the word "eye" alone.) In this way, the founding emperor Maximilian I was really a careless emperor, and he suffered for future generations. ）

Sigrani didn't mention the "eyes", and Leon heard this, staring at the baby's right eye, on the verge of exploding. Little Theodora's right eye is very beautiful, as if it were a ...... It was like a brilliant amethyst, glowing like a jewel, and her golden-colored left eye matched perfectly. Over time, I don't know how charming the eyes will grow.

"Give this child away......" Leon flicked his wife's shoulder with the last of his sanity.

"Send it away?!" Sigrani turned and looked at her husband like a guarded she-animal, "Archduke Leon Field, please repeat to me what you just said. ”

"I mean send her away." Leone unconsciously raised his voice.

"Where do you want to send her? She is the princess of Mastar, my daughter, why send her away! "It's been said that it's very stupid to mess with a female cat who has just given birth, especially if she thinks you're threatening her baby.

"She's your daughter nice, but look at her right eye, idiots know who her father is!"

"It's not like the ancestor of the Heine family hasn't married a queen with purple eyes, not to mention that the queen is indeed of the blood of the Leus family, so even this situation is not ironclad evidence now, and everyone won't care about this."

"Others can not care, but I can!!" Leon finally erupted, "Sigrani, you are the Empress, the Honorable Empress, even if I bow down before you in the court. But in the harem, in this palace, in the royal family's house, you are my wife, my wife. What man do you think can tolerate something like this?! ”

Sigrani clearly knew that she did owe Leon in this matter, but she couldn't bow her head because of this, this was the only place she asked Leon to sacrifice for her, but the other party thought that it was more difficult to sacrifice her life.

"Leon, please, it was all mine before, but you can't let me lose this child......"

"In my opinion, Your Majesty, the best way is to hand her over to her father, and perhaps exchange her for a little relaxation on the side of Farensi, isn't that exactly what we need now?" Leon's use of the title made Higrani shudder.

"No, that's not okay, I didn't want her to have the reputation of being an illegitimate child, at least let her have a happy childhood like everyone else. When she grows up, Leon, I promise you that I'll give her over to her father. Sigrani was almost pleading.

Leon frowned and tried to cling to his opinion, when there was a knock on the door.

The Empress and his wife tidied up their faces and gave up the argument just now, and Sigrani took a deep breath and said, "Who is it, please come in." ”

"Your Majesty, the envoy of the Farensi side, I hope to see you." This is the voice of Atalanta.

"You take it to the main hall and wait, and I'll be right there." Sigrani replied.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Atalanta retreated.

"Leon, shall we talk about this in the evening?"

"Your Majesty, you go first, after all, state affairs are important." Leon's tone had regained his composure, but Sigrani could tell that he was still resistant.

"Alright then, we'll talk about it in the evening." Sigrani said quietly. Then she called the nurse who was in charge of Theodora, told her to take care of the little princess, and asked Cosette to accompany her to the hall.

Sigrani sat down on the throne in the hall, and the envoy of Pharynsi, led by Atalanta, came to the empress, and the afterglow of the setting sun caused the shadow of the envoy to drag the shadow of the messenger on the ground for a long distance, making his movements look extraordinarily calm.

The Empress of Mastar squinted her eyes and looked at the visitor carefully, it was a strange face, and none of the princes of Mastar were very impressed with him. However, Sigrani has a good memory, and it is said that childbirth will cause a woman's memory to deteriorate significantly over a period of time, which now seems to have had little effect on Sigrani.

"If I'm not mistaken, your Excellency is Lord Farsberg."

"It's a great honor to be favored by Your Majesty, and to remember your surname." Farsberg politely bowed his body and paid his respects to the ruler of the foreign land.

"Since Parmis's farewell, it seems that Lord Farsberg has been doing well."

"Thanks to you, under the leadership of Lord Luce, I have also done some small things."

"In dealing with you Pharians, I have always followed your temperament, so let's get straight to the point, what is the purpose of the Caiunescu in sending your Excellency to my place of confrontation?"

"The intention is not to be discussed, Her Majesty has sent me here to return this thing." As he spoke, Farsberg took out an item wrapped in a fine cotton handkerchief from his bosom and handed it to Cosette, who was waiting on his side.

Sigrani took the handkerchief from the officer of the guard, and when she opened it, it turned out to be the Iron Eagle ornament she had given to Saulgrand. Seeing such a thing, the empress had mixed feelings in her heart. Thorge, does it mean that you gave this back to me? Is this the end of our relationship?

"Oh, that's what happened." Sigrani laughed, "I suppose, dear Lord Farsberg, it should have been Lord Luce who really instructed you to bring this, right?" ”

"No, it's Her Majesty's decision." Farsberg replied with certainty.

"So your Prime Minister knows about it, too?"

"Yes, he supports the decision."

"And what does that mean?"

"Our Majesty has said that it should not be difficult for Her Majesty to understand our intentions if she is as smart as Sigrani." Although Farsberg had thought about this for a long time, he had already understood the meaning of the upper echelons on the way here, and in his opinion, it was also a good choice.

When Sigrani heard this, she secretly scolded herself, gave up her children's affection, and switched her thinking to the perspective of business. She stared at the glittering iron eagle in the setting sun, and suddenly understood the purpose of the Falency side.

"So what kind of conditions do you want, Dear Lord Farsberg? I guess you should know what my bottom line is? "Sigrani is back to being a politician with great vision and a strong position.

"We would like to sign a three-year peace treaty with your empress, and the text of the peace treaty has been drawn up in our country." The Falencian respectfully handed over the two pieces of parchment, "Our Majesty the Queen has signed it, and it is up to you to do so." ”

Sigrani took a look at it, and the contents of the peace treaty were plain and simple, but rigorous, and the familiar handwriting knew at a glance who had written it. The core content is nothing more than two things: "The two sides will not invade each other for three years, and the military activities of more than 1,000 troops on the border must be reported to each other to avoid misunderstanding." "The fortress of Iva and the Valania Delta are now under the rule of the Kingdom of Falunsi. ”

"Hehe, why not set the term of the treaty longer, say thirty years. Can't your country trust our country? Of course, Sigrani knew why the other party had set the deadline at three years, but she just wanted to test it.

"Lord Luce said that this is a bad custom left over from his family's generations of business. Commercial contracts are usually signed for a maximum of three years, and I believe that Her Majesty will be able to forgive the ugliness of a small businessman like him. Farsberg replied. In fact, everyone understands that such a fair and harmless peace treaty can last for three years, and there has never been a peace treaty with a duration of 1,000 years before, and as a result, the peace treaty only lasted 1/10,000th of the time before it became obsolete. Therefore, it is enough to book for three years, and when the time comes, no matter which side wants to change, there can be a decent step.

"In addition, the Prime Minister asked me to convey a few words to Your Majesty." Farsberg took the peace treaty that belonged to his side and added another sentence.

"Oh? What is it? "Sigrani doesn't expect the seasoned French diplomat to bring her any personal message.

"Your Majesty's time is now to pay attention to the old ministers who have sacrificed for Your Majesty, and it is time for the old wine, which has long been buried in the soil, to let people enjoy its deliciousness." Farsberg did not know why Sogre had secretly instructed him to convey these two sentences, apparently he personally thought that if the Chancellor showed too much concern for the southern one, he might attract the displeasure of those around him.

Sigrani can be said to know Saulgrande's thoughts very well, and when she combined these two sentences with the letter that the other party left her at that time, the problem that had been bothering her was immediately solved. So the Empress of Mastar, after thinking for a while, smiled confidently, and when the Pharians saw that their mission had been accomplished, they said, "Then Your Majesty will be sent to the other side, and I mean the side outside the city." ”

"Hehe, does Lord Luce still like to do business with both sides at the same time? Let my guard take you out of town. ”

"Thank you very much, by the way, the dragon knights of your country seem to be very rude to the passengers, and in the future I will advise the envoys of the contempt country to abandon the use of the Wyvern as a means of transportation in your country." Farsberg made some complaints.

Half an hour later, a certain dragon knight of Mastar heard the sound of the Fallensi scolding again, but he didn't care about it at all, if it wasn't for the fact that the dragon knight of the Marquis of Rossi's house would come to find trouble for him, he would have stayed a little longer to admire the embarrassed appearance of the bearded Falensi.

Farsberg is being treated like this for the second time today, and even people with good cultivation will probably be unable to help but scold twice, but scolding is scolding, and Farsberg is not annoyed and angry because of this. Although born into a family of orthodox French soldiers, this officer possessed all the qualities of a first-class diplomat.

Seeing off the dragon knight who was responsible for transporting him, Farsberg patted the dust off his body and, in the last glow of the red glow of the setting sun, dragged his long shadow towards the barracks of the ruler who controlled the other half of Mastar. As to what role he was supposed to play in the camp ahead, the diplomats in France knew very well.

After much deliberation, the Marquis of Rossi finally agreed to meet the envoy sent by the "ally" of France after dinner. As for the dinner for the guests, it is clear that the people of Mastard are deliberately slacking off at the non-Madame's visitor, and Farsberg can only show his helplessness and dissatisfaction with a few half-cooked potatoes.

"Ah, guests from afar, I wonder why you are here this time?" The smell of Farsberg was audible to fake rhetoric, as well as several unfriendly-looking military faces.

"Uh...... So, if the Marquis's memory is good, you should remember the previous agreement between us. "There was no response, and this situation was completely expected by Farsberg." If you still have the documents of that time, you should know that according to the agreement, you should pay us another military fee, otherwise it will be impossible for our army to continue to serve you. ”

"And what is the number of your country's hopes?" The Marquis asked, half-squinting.

"50,000 gold coins, and the rest can be paid after the war is over."

"Oh, do you have such credentials?"

"This is the agreement signed at that time, and your seal is still on it." Farsberg eagerly pulled out the paperwork.

"Oh, show it to me." Marquis Rossi said, "I should have a copy here, so let's check whether there is such a thing." The Marquis said as he took the two things together to the candle and looked at them, and after a few seconds the flames came out on the two pieces of parchment.

"Lord Marquis, be careful!" Farsberg couldn't help but shout.

"Oh, I was so careless." The Marquis of Rossi threw the parchment to the ground, but he had no intention of rescuing it, and Farsberg was about to step forward to put out the fire, but was held by several strong officers around him, and watched the two parchments turn to ashes.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean?!" Farsberg roared.

"I was just careless, heck, so we're going to run out of credentials. Forget it, in order to show my apologies, then give this gentleman 50 gold coins as a pester. Is this gentleman staying with me for the night before leaving? ”

"Please prepare the horse for you, and you won't disturb me!" Farsberg angrily rushed out of the camp.

After he left, the Marquis of Rossi unconsciously laughed out loud. Berlusconi obviously didn't quite understand what was going on, and stepped forward and asked, "My lord, aren't you offending the Farensi in this way?" If they let the northern army go south, then we will suffer after all. ”

"Haha, who called that Thorgrande Leus to be clever and confused? Who let him do so desperately, burn the grain and grass of the Northern Army to the point that there is nothing left, now the country of Lunxi does not exist, and the Northern Army does not want to go south as a whole for half a year, if he comes in such small batches, it will be beneficial for us to eliminate them. ”

"I see."

"The Marquis is indeed wise." The horses' farts are louder and louder.

Farsberg carried 50 gold coins in his hand, rode a small donkey prepared for him, looked back at the camp of the southerners, and did not know whether to be happy or regretful, so he began to hum an old foreign folk song to relieve his boredom.

"Ride on the little donkey,

I'm going to go, I'm going to ......."

The starry plains are the best description of the environment in which Farsberg is located.