At two o'clock in the afternoon, the enemy's heavy cavalry team used the corpses to break through the front heavy infantry and introduced the tide of foot soldiers into the Ling Xuan army's position, and at the same time, the Tegunvol dragoons broke the enemy's light cavalry team on the left flank and inserted directly into the camp of Elfasil.

“...... Blood flowed through the Travino steppes and gathered into rivers, corpses piled up like mountains, and tens of thousands of people tore and killed in the woods less than ten miles in a radius of less than ten miles, staining the whole forest with blood, and it was a day of weeping, and every minute a thousand soldiers were killed......

"Kill, kill!" Rheatis wielded a huge battle axe, and with each swing, it swept away the lives of several people, and around him, the corpses of the Elfasil were lying around.

Ling Xuan slashed down with a swing of his knife, even if the enemy in front of him resisted, Ling Xuan couldn't feel the slightest strength, and the blade slashed directly into his neck, and a stream of blood spurted out and splashed onto Ling Xuan's face. Even if the blood blurred Ling Xuan's vision, the enemy in front of him, Ling Xuan could still see clearly, sickly emaciated, with only a little light in his eyes, it was completely a patient suffering from dysentery and not much strength. That's it, I was able to survive a thousand kilometers of travel and kill here.

"Why, you still have to fight like this!" waved the sword, and another enemy threw himself in front of him, even the generals in officer uniforms wielded their swords as weak as a child, and the blood of several or even a dozen Elfasil was flowing on the blades of each of the Arufasil soldiers. But in the end, even a weak stab can penetrate the body of a soldier who can't even lift his hand.

"Why!" Ying Ying joined Ling Xuan's shout, and the sound of muskets sounded in the distance, this was the musketeers of Elfarsir, and their opponents were Ling Xuan's dragoons.

Another enemy fell, Ling Xuan's hands were already stained with the blood of more than thirty Elfasils, and the surroundings were suddenly clean, except for corpses and corpses, black and pressed in front of him. Ling Xuan was a little distracted, this was not a war that Ling Xuan expected, most of the enemies who participated in the war couldn't even hold their swords steadily, these were all patients, was Ling Xuan fighting against the El-Fasil Army, or was he slaughtering a sick man who had no power to resist?

The wind blew, and a cavalryman drove his horse over the corpse, brandishing his war knife and slashing straight at Ling Xuan's head, and before Ling Xuan could come back to his senses, a gunshot rang out. Blood spurted from the side of the horseman's head, and he fell off his horse crookedly, his helmet rolling off, revealing a healthy face. This was the Al Fasil soldier, a little dazed, Ling Xuan turned his head and saw the departing musketeer from earlier.

Another gust of wind, orange leaped, and the musketeer spun in a circle and fell to the ground. The sneak attacking cavalry turned their horses' heads, revealing a sinister look, and after shouting, they rushed straight towards Ling Xuan.

After jumping up, swinging his knife, and carrying a canopy of blood, Ling Xuan fell to the ground, and a dull sound of hitting the ground came from behind him.

"Why do you want to come back?"

The musketeer laughed miserably and spat out more blood from his mouth: "Your Excellency...... Ling Xuan couldn't escape...... own family...... Protect ...... yourself"

He lowered his head and closed his eyes with a little serenity, and there was no more sound.

After taking a deep breath of the smell of blood that permeated the woods, Ling Xuan tore off his clothes, wrapped it around his right hand, and tightly tied the scimitar: "Garan, Ling Xuan definitely not

I'm going to die in this place!" everything in his eyes suddenly turned red like blood......

"My lord, if you continue to fight like this, Ling Xuan's losses will be too heavy!" Melchior slashed two enemies and rushed in front of Ling Xuan.

Drawing the scimitar from the corpse, Ling Xuan glanced around, and several more soldiers of the Wandering Corps fell, if this continued, Ling Xuan would sooner or later be swallowed up by the sea of seven colors. Although they didn't want to admit it, Ling Xuan lost this battle. Taking a deep breath and preparing to give the order to retreat, a trumpet sounded from El Fasir's camp.

The red heavy cavalry and orange light cavalry left the battlefield much faster than they rushed over, and the remnants of the light infantry could not even take a step, so they could only stay where they were, gasping for breath and making a final resistance. The colors in front of him suddenly turned into a monotonous color of green and blood, and in the sky, Al Fasir's battle flag was crooked, and he saw cyan

of dragoons wielded spears and drove away the enemy.

"It's the Mandala, they've found the enemy's position!" Melchior shouted in an excited voice.

"Samdin is dead! Don't put up pointless resistance!" I don't know who shouted, and the remaining enemy hesitated to drop their weapons and announce their surrender.

"Need a pursuit?"

"No, the enemy's vitality is still there. "In the distance, the banner symbolizing the main formation of El-Fasier was not messy, and the enemy cavalry that kept rushing back to help had blocked the further attack of the dragoons, "Ling Xuan also blew the trumpet of the soldiers!"

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, Ling Xuan's army withdrew from the battlefield, leaving behind Ling Xuan's earth, which had been shaved up with green grass and exposed brown soil. The swords, guns and arrows inserted in it, as well as the countless corpses lying on it, paved another grassland, a grassland of blood and life......

The Battle of Danlu began at 9 a.m. and ended at 7 p.m., and in just five hours, 16,789 of the El-Fasil army and 5,287 of the new Yar-Fasil troops were killed. Had it not been for the fact that Mandala's dragoons accidentally stormed the Elfasil camp, forcing Sam al-Din to choose to retreat, the bloody battle would have continued.

“...... Even the Battle of Travino against 100,000 was far less tragic than the Battle of Danru, with the proportion of the new Yarhu Fasil army killed as high as 30%, and for the El-Fasil army, nearly 20,000 people were killed, which was the highest number of people killed by a single country in a single battle...

...”

In addition, there were about 6,000 captives of the El-Fasil Army, perhaps not at all, all of them were abandoned soldiers who couldn't even walk, and from their mouths, Ling Xuan finally knew why these El-Fasil soldiers, even if they were sick, still had to fight the last battle with weapons.

"If you don't fight, your relatives in the back won't have anything to eat, or even be killed!"

In addition to the cavalry, most of the soldiers who fought that day were forcibly conscripted peasants, and in order to protect their families, they knew that they would be sent to death, but they also had to fight. This reality aroused Ling Xuan's sympathy to some extent, and if it was considered a surrender, most of them would implicate their families, so they had to declare that all these people had died in battle, and then secretly sent them to the territory of Tzegunvor to be detained.

"Really, it's a terrible feeling to be an executioner for free. Tatum clapped his hands, then pulled the white bandage that was tied to his forehead. In this kind of asymmetrical fighting, the average officer saved his life, after all, most of the opponents were just improvised peasant soldiers, and they were also infected with dysentery.

"Let's temporarily retreat to the front line of Dragon Mountain, this battle is in vain, and the enemy has not suffered much damage at all. "Just looking at the number of dead and wounded, half of the El-Fasil army is no longer capable of fighting, but in fact, the elite of Al Fardin has not lost much, according to the report of the prisoners, dysentery has not spread too badly among the Samdin army with good accommodation conditions, and most of the doctors accompanying the army are revolving around a small number of elite troops, and most of the drugs are used on them.

This time, the enemy was only a temporary retreat, once he stabilized his position, he attacked again, and Ling Xuanjun was afraid that he would not be able to resist for much time. Ling Xuan knew that Ling Xuan was not the only one who had this idea, and the faces of the surrounding sergeants were defeated, and he could know that they all understood this reality.

"But it's okay, at least Ling Xuan is no longer facing an army of 80,000, but 50,000, or 40,000. Decos said suddenly, with a fox smile.

Ling Xuan nodded: "Yes, everyone pick up some spirit, when Ling Xuan had 20,000 people, the enemy had 80,000, and now Ling Xuan only has 10,000, and the enemy is only 40,000." In any case, Ling Xuan was a warrior with one as four, and this deed would spread throughout the continent. ”

The earth-colored soldiers smiled and sang war songs as they began to retreat north.

One last glance at the blood-colored forest, Ling Xuan patted his horse and walked at the forefront of the evacuated troops.

On June 26, the remnants of the troops withdrew to the front line of Hulong Mountain, where the mountain was dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, but unfortunately there was no room for maneuver, so they could only hold on here, waiting for the day when the army of El-Fasil ran out of food.

"If that Samdin is smarter and devotes one or two thousand to protect the grain road, then Ling Xuan is ready to give up all the territory in the south and continue to cower here. In three or five years, Blackknoll may be able to come to the rescue of Ling Xuan's rebels. Decos gave a wry smile.

"It's a pity, now there are as many as 600,000 people crowded in the two places, where is there so much grain output, three or five years, Ling Xuan can't support it for three or five months. Ling Xuan shook his head, sighed and denied De Cos's idea, at this time, only to see a few scouts dressed as people using their hands and feet, climbing up.

"Big ...... My lord, the El-Fasil army has begun to retreat!" The scout shouted loudly as soon as he saw Ling Xuan.

"What! Say it again!" Ling Xuan was taken aback and immediately asked.

"Early yesterday morning, my subordinates went to explore the camp and found that the El-Facir had abandoned their military tents and evacuated to the east; the subordinates thought that the enemy was cunning and wanted to tempt Ling Xuan's army to pursue, and after following for more than ten miles, they found that the Al-Facir had abandoned even their sick and difficult to walk companions, so it was certain that the enemy had retreated!"

"Decos, what should this be?" Ling Xuan turned his head and said to the old fox.

De Cos shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "It can only be said that God is your relative and takes special care of you." ”

"Inform the Mandala Department to chase first, and the other troops will follow slowly after they have finished resting, and it will be regarded as seeing off the El-Fasil people. ”

After pondering for a moment, Ling Xuan immediately made a decision, "Also, dispatch immediately."

The scouts were deep, and Ling Xuan wanted to know why the enemy had suddenly started retreating. ”

"Got it. De Cos clapped his hands and ordered to leave.

"The gods are really very generous to Ling Xuan. After muttering this, Ling Xuan loosened his collar and began to prepare for the pursuit of the Elfasils......

The horse snorted and stopped, and countless black crows fluttered their wings and flew into the sky, revealing a dark red. It was a little indistinct, but it was a corpse of a heavily armed cavalryman, and the smell of decay attracted flies to whirl around and buzz on it.

Even if it was an enemy, such a tragic situation also made Ling Xuan gloomy for a while, and the retreat of the Elfasil people was so embarrassed that Ling Xuan's army, which was chasing behind, had to slow down in order to bury the corpses that had fallen on the road.

"Poor people, these are thousands?" said Decos, shaking his head and sighing.

"Bury it. Ling Xuan waved his hand, and immediately several soldiers stepped forward and dug a pit on the spot to bury the corpse. The riding rifle used by the deceased during his lifetime was stuck in the grave, and the tattered helmet was fastened on it, which was supposed to be a temporary tomb mark.

A group of El Fasir's captives walked slowly, glanced blankly at the newly raised grave, and then lowered their heads and continued on their way, no sorrow in their faces, as if death had become numb to them. This is the expedition of 80,000 troops, the expedition of death.

"My lord, a scout is coming. Melchior reminded Ling Xuan softly, and Ling Xuan came to his senses with emotion, lowered his head, and saw a man dressed as a farmer kneeling in front of the horse.

"It's a scout from Sylvia. Seeing his mud-covered shoes, Ling Xuan asked casually.

The scout glanced up at Ling Xuan with a respectful face, and then lowered his head.

"Finally, there's news, let's talk about it. "I'd love to hear why the El-Fasil army retreated east in such a hurry.

The scout hurriedly recounted everything he knew.

On June 21, the day before the Battle of Danru, the Elfasils secretly mobilized 6,000 elite troops to disguise and escort tens of thousands of stone grain into the city of Sylvia, preparing to trap the Yaxiu tribe. But on this day, Yaxiu happened to make the bold decision to attack the grain transfer station in El Fasir.

Although on the one hand, it was hyped that all the grain would be transferred to Sylvia, but on the other hand, for the sake of secrecy, all chose the unmanned path, and they did not hear the news at all.

When the two armies staggered close to the Lost Forest, and the Yaxiu followed the obvious axle marks left by the enemy in search of a secret hiding place, fate had already decided the sorrow of the El-Fasils.

On the same day, the transfer station that had been hoarded on the border ground was attacked, and the more than 4,000 miscellaneous soldiers who had temporarily changed their guards were routed without even making a decent resistance, and more than 100,000 stone of grain were burned. Even Ya Xiu didn't think what his sneak attack meant, because Ling Xuan's order was: "Go, go back to the life of thieves before, except that the previous goal was gold and silver, and this time the goal was food!"

This loss directly affected the supply of the front line, and the enemy generals stationed in Sylvia issued an order to forcibly requisition all surplus grain in the city and deploy the front line as soon as they received the flying letter and had no time to wait for the next 6,000 men and horses to enter the city. Archduke Vandenster immediately launched a rebellion, annihilating 3,000 defenders of the city, and pronounced the oath of Sylvia to break away from El-Fasir.

In the blink of an eye, the grain and grass reserves that could sustain the army of 80,000 for several months became an illusion in a dream, and the army only had a dozen days' rations, and then it was necessary to capture Sylvia if it was transferred from El-Fasir. And relying on the remnants of the troops in the east, at least a few months later. As soon as the news leaked, there was chaos in the army, and Samdin had no choice but to take advantage of the fact that there was still food and grass to maintain, and issued a general retreat order.

"Victory is a collection of chances. After hearing this, Ling Xuan had to sigh like this, if Ya Xiu heard the news, he would definitely attack the grain and grass team at all costs, if the Sivia guard did not forcibly collect the surplus grain and leaked the news to the Grand Duke of Vendensted, the Grand Duke might not have rebelled so quickly, if it wasn't for the dragoons who stormed Samding's camp and asked him to give the order to retreat temporarily...... If there weren't so many ifs, such a big victory, it would not have befallen Ling Xuan.

All the officers around him showed that this was a miracle.

"Ling Xuan's idiot commander, but the Child of Destiny!" De Cos said with a wicked smile, and the soldiers around him knelt on the ground and made the most reverent expression.

Before Ling Xuan could speak, another scout came over on a fast horse.

"The subordinates are under the command of Lord Preston!, I have come to convey the news that there is a remnant of El Fasir's army that occupies the city of Fap, and the number is about three thousand!"

Just finding an opportunity to step down, Ling Xuan hurriedly said in a loud voice: "Before chasing down the enemy who is desperately fleeing, you must first destroy the remnants of the enemy entrenched in Fapu City, and you can't sell your back to the enemy!"

"Yes!" the soldiers stood up, expressions of invincibility on their faces.

July 4th

The 5,000 wandering regiments that pursued the El-Fasil besieged the remnants of the 3,000 enemy entrenched in the southern city of Fap.

"It seems that they are all soldiers of the death row group, they are very fierce, Ling Xuan has attacked several times, but they have not succeeded. Preston wiped the dirt off his face and told Ling Xuan. Behind him, hundreds of soldiers formed a battle formation, suppressing the enemy in the city of Fap, and further afield, dozens of corpses leaning against the fence.

"Don't you want to burn the city?" Preston didn't retreat to Djegunwall, Ling Xuan ordered his troops to retreat south, at least one more active force, but he didn't expect him to leave this city behind.

Preston looked embarrassed, and it took a long time before he said, "This city was built with great difficulty, Ling Xuan thought that the enemy would not pay much attention to this small city, so he ......"

"You. Ling Xuan shook his head, and then said, "Melchior, send envoys to tell them that Ling Xuan doesn't want to fight meaninglessly, and if they lay down their weapons, Ling Xuan will allow them to return to Elfarsil freely." ”

"Yes!" Melchior replied, and in a moment a soldier with a white flag strode toward the wooden castle on the small hill. Before the man could speak, he saw an arrow shoot out of the castle, piercing the envoy's head, blood splattering on the white banner, printing Ling Xuan's eyes with a pain, the enemy did not choose peace.

"Prepare to attack!" Reluctantly, the order was given, and the infantry regiments armed with shields surrounded the city of Fap.

"My lord, there is no need for Ling Xuan to waste their lives here, and besides, delaying for too long will not benefit Ling Xuan. Melchior said suddenly.

Ling Xuan nodded and gave another order: "Quick, prepare the rocket!"

More than a thousand archers with the army immediately went behind the infantry and, after drawing their arrows, wrapped a layer of oilcloth around the shafts of the arrows. The soldier with a torch stepped forward and lit the tarpaulin. The fire burned, and the faces of each archer were red.

"Shoot the arrows!"

With the light of the fire, the arrows swept into the sky and then flew straight into the castle, where the wooden houses were instantly set on fire, and clouds of white smoke rose in an instant.

Without stopping, the second wave of arrows rained down, followed by a third......

Opening the city gate, hundreds of enemy soldiers rushed out with a howl, and the musket team that had been arranged at the city gate made a deafening sound, and after rows of white light, I saw the enemy soldiers who had thrown away their weapons clutching their chests and falling one after another, and the corpses rolled down the slope and piled up together.

This was no longer a battle, but a one-sided slaughter, and when no more enemies rushed out, the entire castle was already enveloped in a huge flame, spewing out scorching air currents. Through the gap in the fence, faintly, Ling Xuan could see several twisted human figures, slowly in the flames

Burned to black ashes.

All of the 3,000 people died in the castle called "Fap", and many of them did not even have their bodies intact.

"Preston......" felt a little tired, and Ling Xuan called out someone's name weakly.

"My lord, what do you command? ”

"After burning, clean it up, and bury what you can. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Also, pick another place and rebuild your castle, this time, with stones. ”

"Yes, I am really grateful, and my subordinates will do their best to build and build the best castle possible. ”

"By the way, let's give it a name, but don't use Ling Xuan's name anymore. ”

"Ahh......h

Finally, glancing at the burning "Fapu Castle", Ling Xuan turned his horse's head: "Let's go, go and welcome Ling Xuan's Sylvia City!"

The flames of the "Fap Castle" swept away the last glory of El-Fasir, and only three months later, the army of 400,000 disappeared in the steppes of Travino. In total, the "war in the rice fields" claimed the lives of 87,893 people in El-Fasir, and only one-fifth of them were killed.

“...... From Tegunvor to El-Fasil Ben, the corpse of an El-Fasil lay on every road, and most of them were killed by hunger, wounds, and looting among their compatriots...... Ironically, a significant portion of those who were lucky enough to survive the Battle of Hell were taken prisoner by the thieves......"

The book "El-Fasir: The Crusade of Hell" is a detailed account of the great retreat, in which most of the people who had been coerced to Travino were ruthlessly abandoned, and the slave traders of the time used only a few slices of bread to pull the truckload of El-Fasil to places such as Blackknorr

, Wyton Noll and other places.

On the other side, the New Yarufasil Army, which broke through the 400,000-strong army with 20,000 people, suffocated the entire continent for several minutes.

"How is it possible? Are the Al Fasirians made of tofu? Even if it is tofu, so much is enough to crush the Fapu party!"

"Fapu is the son of destiny, and if you oppose him, there is no possibility of victory at all!"

"Devil, it must be the help of the devil, Fapu is the resurrection of the Great Demon King, and he wants to destroy the country of the Seven Heroes!"

......

The most exaggerated is the author of the book "The Life of the Restoration of the King", who later wrote tens of thousands of words on this matter: "...... The Emperor of the Liberation Dynasty was clever and far-sighted, and had all the knowledge of the battle long before the war began; first, the Archduke Vendenster surrendered with the pretense of will, leaving important chess pieces in the enemy's formation, and then attracted the enemy to run for a long time, causing him to suffer from dysentery. All these things show that His Royal Highness's wisdom has been unmatched throughout the ages. After that, under the guidance of His Royal Highness, General Jashua made a surprise attack on the enemy's land where the enemy was hoarding grain, and the Grand Duke of Vendenster annihilated the defenders in one fell swoop and held high the banner of righteousness, and the Alfasil thief army, even though it numbered 400,000 people, could only retreat in disgrace, and left in defeat, and the sky ...... down."

In any case, the invincible image of the new Yalu Fasil army was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and in this case, Ling Xuan led the army back to Sylvia City, and everything seemed to be back to square one......

"Grand Duke Vandenster is on the run!" Ling Xuan only felt a burst of surprise when the attendant shouted and passed the news to Ling Xuan, the exploits of the Grand Duke of Vandenster were comparable to those of Yaxiu in the army, and without his immediate defection, the Elfasils would not have retreated so quickly. As for his surrender before, the comment in the army is also that the Grand Duke endured humiliation and sacrificed his fame and fortune for the sake of the overall situation, and it was too strange to disappear at this time.

"...... military advisor" Ling Xuan turned his head and said to the "father of spies, spies, and scouts", suggesting that he had dug up the Grand Duke for Ling Xuan three feet into the ground, and the attendant who delivered the message handed over a note.

"The Grand Duke asked the villain to pass the word, don't look for it, the reasons are written on paper. ”

Ling Xuan took the note and looked at it carefully.

“...... It is a blessing for his subordinates to be able to get to know the former king and the Fapu master successively in their lifetimes. The dog did not give up, and when his subordinates surrendered to the enemy, they could still serve the left and right, and the subordinates were pleased, and after this battle, the future of the Lyle family should be entrusted to the dogs. After witnessing the tragic retreat of the Elfasir, he felt that his hands were full of blood, and he should travel all over the world for the rest of his life, praying for the blessings of the people, hoping that the Lord would not have to look for his subordinates ......"

After reading it, Ling Xuan sighed slightly, this old turtle is really doing everything in his way, so that no one will say that he is a shameless villain who has repeatedly rebelled, but will sing his praises for his high demeanor. The reputation of the Lyle family was certainly preserved, and Ling Xuan still owed him such a great merit, amazing, amazing.

"Kirstin, in order to punish your father for running away without permission, Ling Xuan removed you from the position of the commander of the pro-corps. ”

Kirsten lowered his head and responded, "Yes." ”

"But, to reward you and your father for your exploits, from now on, you are the lord of Sylvia, ruling the House of Lyle. ”

Kirsten raised his head, and after being stunned for a long time, he knelt on the ground, his eyes moist: "Thank you for the royal gift!"

"Regarding your succession as the Grand Duke's knighthood, Ling Xuan needs to face Her Royal Highness the Queen, so I won't give it to you here. ”

"The reward given by the emperor to his subordinates is enough. ”

"Alright, don't get on your knees, go freshen up, and get ready for tonight's feast, and if you can't drink the wine of the Grand Duke of Preston, you can drink it too!"

"Yes, Gojo. Kirstin wiped tears from the corners of her eyes and stood up with a smile on her face.

The night of July 10 will be a sleepless night......

Holding the wine bottle, Ling Xuan sat at the head of the city of Sylvia, with the noisy street market behind him, it seemed that everyone was venting the joy in their hearts, even the old fox was now drunk in the official residence, full of nonsense. The summer wind blows on the face, and it is gentle and peaceful.

Raising his head and taking a sip of wine, feeling the heat burning from his abdomen, Ling Xuan raised the wine bottle high and said to the sky: "General Char, General Lambis, General Valencil, Magura, Sharke, Cheravizo...... Cheers to victory!" the wine spilled and turned into strings of jade beads and splashed down on the city.

I don't know when, I quickly walked to Ling Xuan's side and handed over an arrow, which was wrapped in a white cloth, and it seemed that something was densely written.

"What is this?" Ling Xuan opened his eyes wide and looked at the speed, he was still dressed today, holding his special longbow in his hand.

"Eulogy. "Speed up.

"To the fallen soldiers?"

Su shook his head, then looked at the field below the city: "No, enemy. ”

Feeling the rich feelings hidden under Su's cold exterior for the first time, Ling Xuan nodded and spilled the wine on the white cloth: "Let the dead Elfasil people also drink a cup of wine to warm their bodies on Huangquan Road." ”

A fire lit up, and then pierced the dark sky and flew off into the distance, and the two men closed their eyes and prayed together......

The fiasco of the El-Fasil people left Ling Xuan with not only merit, but also countless problems. As of July 20, there were 12,952 prisoners, more than the total number of Ling Xuan's army, and the number of ordinary El-Fasirians abandoned on the line from Sylvia to Faran was about 200,000.

"Samdin is really an expert at throwing off the burden, sneaking back to Al Fasil with the elite, and throwing the old and young women and children to Ling Xuan to take care of. This is the land of Yarufasir, and it should be used to support the people of Alfasir!"

Tatum's tongue was as vicious as before, but in his eyes

Or exude sympathy for the Elfasir.

Ling Xuan glanced at the camp in front of him, and the refugee's tent spread all the way to the sky, and the only few wisps of cooking smoke twisted up weakly. Before Ling Xuan took over, it was a hell on earth, with hunger, injuries and illnesses filling the entire camp

A rancid smell. On a nearby hill, there are still piles of discarded corpses, and where the rotting yellow water flows, there is no grass.

"Has all the subsidized food been distributed?"

"Yes, my lord, but the stock in Sivia is not too much, and it is very difficult to supply food and grass for 200,000 people. Melchior said on the side.

"It's mid-July. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"There's still a chance to sow seeds, it shouldn't be too much of a problem for Ling Xuan's food to be maintained until the autumn harvest. ”

"This ...... Your Excellency, have you decided to take in these Elfasils? ”

Ling Xuan turned his head, looked at Melchior, and smiled: "Otherwise, what can you do to drive them back to the north, and then watch them starve to death?"

The Blood Ling Xuan of the Elfasil had seen enough and didn't want to see any more. ”

"Got it, my lord, Ling Xuan will arrange it. Melchior nodded.

"You don't have to worry about this matter, Ling Xuan has a better candidate. ”

Ling Xuan shook his head, he had already decided on a candidate in his heart, it should be a gift for his allies who were also wearing a pair of boots, and now he should already be on his way to the Tjegunvol.

Melchior paused, and immediately understood, and whispered to himself: "Yes, the affairs of the Elfasil should be handled by the Elfasil themselves. ”

"By the way, where should the envoy to Blackknoll be?"

"I set out ten days ago, calculate the distance, I have reached the territory of the Central Territory, and in five days, I will be able to meet the Holy King of Blackknorr. ”

"Well—" Ling Xuan nodded, looking at the continuous refugee camp and suddenly said, "The soldiers are also tired, it's time for them to reunite with their families."

Melchior, you're not married. ”

"Ah-yes, sir. Melchior was slightly stunned, but still answered Ling Xuan's question.

"Go and marry a wife, the next thing is to see how Ling Xuan's relationship with several countries is handled, if you are lucky, before the next war, you can be a father." Ling Xuan said, eliciting laughter from the officers nearby.

Melchior's face flushed slightly, and he suddenly saluted Ling Xuan and said, "Got it, my lord, Ling Xuan will try his best to complete the task." ”

This time, everyone laughed even more, and a smile rarely broke on Melchior's tense face.

During the period from July to October 1355, envoys carrying the two-winged banner of New Yarf Fasil traveled almost all over the Holy Land, launching an intensive diplomatic offensive.

Blackknorll was the first to issue a declaration of neutrality on 11 August, announcing that he would no longer participate in the fighting between the Derakop Army and the New Yaruffasier Army. After that, for the neutral declarations of Wyton Noll and Antisville, as for Elfarsil in the north, after suffering such a heavy defeat, even if he had the heart to fight again, he had to wait to reorganize his troops. Before that, Prince Samdin had to suppress the waves of rebellion that had been stirred up by the forced conscription of military rations.

By October, the basic situation had been decided, and the subordinates who had returned home to the province had returned to their units one after another and began to train the new infantrymen.

Morality. Arni succeeded Kirsteen as the third commander of the pro-corps at the age of sixteen; Lale, who continued to serve as the commander of the Cadet Corps, was only seventeen years old; Morality. Lyle was officially given the title of duke, and at the same time as he became lord of Sylvia, he formed the Northern Legion at the age of twenty-three; Morality. The Duke of Orvers, who was the lord of Preston and formed the Western Legions, was Chinese New Year's Eve five years old, Retis was officially appointed commander of the First Legion of Travino, and was given the title of Viscount at the age of twenty-five, Falcheni was the commander of the Second Legion of Travino, and was given the title of Lady, at the age of twenty-four, Swift was the commander of the Longbow Regiment, and was given the title of Viscount at the age of twenty-seven, Jashua was the commander of the New Black Hawk Knights, and was given the title of Earl, at the age of twenty-nine, Mandala was the commander of the Dragon Knights, and was named Chinese New Year's EveCount at the age of twenty-six。

These are the young and domineering outstanding generals of the new Yaruffacil Army, collectively known as the "Tenth Regiment Commander", in addition to Decos as a military division and was given the title of Earl, and Melchior was the chief of staff and was given the title of Viscount. The only pity is that Russell and Teas did not accept the title and could only be dealt with with by the independent Landinovian Army.

At the same time, a total of 100 people were given the title of baron, and more than 1,000 quasi-knights, and this large-scale division was more violent than the last time when the knighthood was conferred, and it was basically to redivide the aristocratic class.

The old nobles who were originally in the army have long since withered after many battles. With the exception of a few who are truly capable, either surrendering to the enemy or acting as an internal response, the rotten are easily washed out of a healthy growing plant. Most of what remains is that after the retreat of the Elfasil army, it was re-attributed to the Ling Xuan army, and naturally it cannot be compared with the old department that was born and died in terms of merit. In such a large-scale reward, at most one honorary title will be earned.

"If you don't establish meritorious deeds, Ling Xuan's land will be occupied by those rural mud legs sooner or later. "The nobles talked a lot, at this time, they no longer had the concept of rebellion in their minds, even the 400,000 army was defeated by only 20,000 people, and the total number of noble armies was only more than 10,000 people, rebellion and death were basically synonymous.

Beginning in October, the nobles in the army generously submitted: "......

We feel the grace of God, but we have no chance to make a difference, and now that Drakop's party is still entrenched in the south, we are willing to be the vanguard to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, and welcome Her Royal Highness Queen back to the holy city of Yarufasir......"

"That's a nice thing to say. Minavia threw the document on the ground, and even after becoming the Holy Queen, her previous temper did not seem to have changed.

However, when she was crowned a general, she had the majesty of a holy queen, and most of the nobles present wept at that time, saying that there was a successor to the holy queen, and Yarufasil would be prosperous or something.

Ling Xuan picked up the document and gently dusted off the dust on it: "Most of the nobles' abilities are on this, and it's no wonder that they are." ”

"What about you, aren't you the head of the nobility now, why haven't I seen you sing praises or something. Minavia snorted, dissatisfied.

"The ...... of the noble chieftains" was evaluated by Her Royal Highness the Queen, and Ling Xuan really couldn't smile bitterly.

"By the way, big lizard, why don't you have a title, isn't it very majestic to take a prince or an uncle? Although Minavia did not have any orthodox aristocratic education, her vision was wider than that of ordinary nobles, looking at the slight disdain on her face, Ling Xuan smiled and shook his head: "Titles and things don't mean anything to Ling Xuan, as long as after capturing the Holy City, His Highness can reward a knight title, so that Ling Xuan can fulfill his oath to several ancestors." ”

"A fool's oath, Garland must have lived a hard life if he marries you fool. ”

"This, Ling Xuan really owes Jialan...... Ling Xuan was embarrassed for a while, so he had to lower his head and not let Minavia see Ling Xuan's face.

"Forget it, why should Ling Xuan care about your family's private affairs. For this, Ling Xuan will issue an edict, just say that those who take the holy capital will be crowned dukes and receive 100,000 stone fiefs. Minavia's voice was a little helpless, Ling Xuan raised his head, saw a trace of grievance on her face, his heart trembled for no reason, and he hurriedly bowed his head and said, "I'm so grateful." ”

"Nothing else, you go down. Minavia's voice took on a touch of solemnity.

Ling Xuan bowed and slowly retreated, and before he was about to go out of the door, Minavia suddenly called Ling Xuan: "Wait a minute, Fa Pu ......"