Delores, who took over the command of the army, finally persuaded the Count of Morlore to sit in the first place and listen to the pre-war military meeting. The Count of Morlor had a sad look on his face, and anyone who at first glance would think that he was an old father who had lost his beloved son.

Fortunately, however, the Count of Morlor's army, although it experienced a new defeat and its morale was affected, did not collapse directly. This is one of the few pieces of good news for Delores.

"This time we have gathered everyone to discuss how the battle situation should proceed in the future." Deloris said a little haggardly, she didn't close her eyes all night last night, but the way she thought of it, she always felt that there were many flaws, and for the sake of insurance, she still wanted to ask the opinions of others.

Several barons in the camp looked at Count Morlor, who was sitting in the first place, in a daze, and finally a thousand words turned into a sigh.

It's not that they can't think of a way, it's just that no one dares to guarantee that if they continue to fight, the eldest son of the captured earl will be in danger. In case his suggestion was taken by Delores, resulting in the Earl's eldest son being really executed, God knows if it would be settled by the Count of Morol.

Seeing that everyone was silent, how could Delores not understand what they were worried about, but her heart was full of disappointment.

Now that the situation is extremely crisis, the nobles in these territories, who are second only to their fathers, are still worried about their power, for fear that after winning the war, they will be settled by their father. Don't these people know that if they lose the battle, everything will be gone? Delores' heart slowly sank.

"Miss Delores, I have a trivial suggestion." Hearing someone speak, Delores immediately looked up, "Baron Elrus, please speak."

"I don't think it's a good option to retreat, we've just lost the battle and we've been humiliated by the enemy. At this time, the morale of the army is low, and if you retreat at this time, it can easily turn into a rout, and then you will lose completely." Ayrus said.

Deloris asked hopefully, "Does Baron Ellus have any other suggestions?"

Well, Ellus hesitated for a moment and looked at Count Morlor, "Actually, if you want to win, then you just need to retreat to the city. The Kents are not capable of fighting a siege war with us, because even if they win, they themselves will lose more than they gain."

Elruth's words resonated with the other barons, and it was not difficult to think of such a method, but no one dared to bring it up first, after all, the eldest son of the Count of Morol was still imprisoned by the Kents.

Deloris bit her lip, as if thinking about the pros and cons. After a while, she said softly but resolutely, "Now our task is to win this war, and we must win. The Kents will never give up on Middlesex, and once they have Middlesex, the blow to the kingdom will be fatal."

"Brother, just send someone, the Kent is willing to let us redeem, that's the best ending, if you can't ......" Deloris exhaled softly, as if to tell everyone, as if to convince herself, "Then we can only pray to God, we did our best."

Evan noticed that Count Morlor, who was sitting at the top, raised the corners of his mouth when Deloris said this, which seemed to be in line with his thoughts, even if it was unacceptable.

A large hand slapped on Aiwen's shoulder, and Aiwen looked up to see his father silently looking at him.

What his father meant, Ai Wenbai, must have hoped that he could come up with a way to get the best of both worlds, but you can't have both, how can there be so many ways to get the best of both worlds.

Last night, he thought about it all night, but he couldn't think of a reason. If they continue to fight, as long as the Kents are at a disadvantage, then they will most likely execute Seth to vent their anger.

If you don't fight, the earl's position will definitely be replaced, and the key is that the Essex royal family will not give up like this, and their group will inevitably be crusaded.

"In the past, there were vertical and horizontal families, and now there are sophists who go to the meeting alone." Evan laughed softly at himself, and before Ellus beside him could ask, he stood up and said aloud, "Lord Earl, Miss Deloris is worry-free, I will personally go to the Kent camp to see if I can bring Master Set back."

"No!" Deloris vetoed this decision without even thinking about it, in her opinion, even if her brother really can't come back, it won't have such a big impact on the whole battle and even the entire territory. After all, he still has several brothers, but if he loses Aven, how can he explain to his father and Baron Ellus.

"Miss Delores, don't be in a hurry to refuse, and listen to me." Evan was not surprised by Delores' opposition, after all, it seemed that his plan was indeed quite risky, going deep into the enemy camp, if he was not careful, it would be the end of separation.

"First of all, we need to understand the specific situation of the enemy, now we don't know anything about the number and equipment of the Kent, we are completely passive to be beaten, only understand the enemy's strength and decide the next step. Secondly, if we can redeem Lord Seth, it will also help our morale. Finally, through negotiations, we can plan the next move of the enemy army, so that we can prepare for it in a targeted manner."

Deloris was a little hesitant, she could naturally think of some of what Evan said, but the risks that might come from going deep into the enemy camp were something she couldn't afford.

"If you've figured it out, go ahead, but whatever the outcome, you must prioritize your own safety." In the end, Delores made up her mind and agreed with Aven.

"Thank you Miss Delores for your concern, but while I go to negotiate, please prepare as follows......" Evan leaned over to Delores and whispered in her ear what he had thought of to win. Deloris nodded as she listened, now she understood why Aven had to go to the enemy camp in person, if it was properly coordinated, then the Kents were not impossible to defeat.

After a little preparation, Evan set off dressed in the service of a nobleman. The camp of the Kent army was not far from the camp of the defenders of Middlesex, and it was not long before the journey was almost over.

However, Evan kept some snacks, stopped more than a hundred steps from the Kent camp, and shouted loudly to the Kent soldiers on duty to indicate his intention.

Soon, several people who looked like Kent nobles walked up to the camp wall to check on the situation. Looking at the numerous Kent soldiers, many of whom were crossbowmen, Evan retreated a few steps back again. Fortunately, this worst-feared situation did not happen, and after confirming it, the Kent nobles told the soldiers to lay down their weapons and let Aven go near the camp.

Aven approached the camp as he observed it, and according to his observations, the Kent camp was a full circle larger than the camp of the Middlesex garrison, like a long strip, so that there was no difference at all from the front, and it was easy to misjudge that the enemy was as numerous as his own. Evan conservatively estimated that there were at least five or six hundred Kents this time.

As Alan approached the camp, the Kent raised his weapon again and aimed it at Aven. At this time, Evan could not show timidity, he puffed up his chest, strode towards the camp gate with his head held high to meet the weapons of countless Kents.

The Kent nobleman at the head frowned, originally he thought that when he saw so many weapons, Aven would show a look of fear, but the latter strode forward as if he didn't see it.

He could only order his subordinates to open the camp gate and let Ai Wen in, of course, for the sake of insurance, the necessary search still had to be carried out, so as not to let this guy bring weapons in, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't help but have no weapons, and even Ai Wen didn't even have iron products on his body, even if he wanted to find fault, there was no reason. In desperation, the Kent nobles had to put away their careful thoughts and take Ai Wen to the big tent of the Chinese army.

In the camp, Evan looked around from time to time, and the camp was full of Kent soldiers patrolling back and forth, and groups of conscripts were constantly carrying logs, stones, and other things, as if to strengthen the camp's defenses.

Seeing this, Evan knew that he subconsciously felt that the Kents were preparing for a long-term war this time, so they kept reinforcing the camp to prevent the defenders from raiding.

But there was another detail that puzzled him. Evan noticed that several conscripts were fighting each other for a piece of black bread by one of the camp's fires.

At first, he didn't think much about it, but as he walked, he found many similar scenes, and even some levies fought over black bread. Are the Kents out of food? Evan didn't figure out why.

Soon, Evan was taken to the camp tent, where there seemed to be a number of Kent nobles, and he could faintly hear some of them, as if they were arguing about something. The Kent nobleman who was in charge of leading the way opened the tent and walked in, probably to report the situation here.

After waiting patiently, the camp tent was finally opened, and the Kent nobleman who had entered the camp earlier came out again, he seemed to be a little unhappy, but Aven didn't know what he had experienced outside, "Your Majesty summoned you, go in."

The corner of Aiwen's eyes mentioned, and he was even more surprised in his heart, it turned out that this time it was actually the king of Kent himself who led the army to the battle. It seems that this time, the Kent people are determined to win Middlesex, and they don't think they will stop there. But soon, Evan thought of a solution, so he thanked the Kent nobles and entered the camp.

As soon as he entered the tent, Evan saw the king of Kent sitting in the middle, and from the outside, he didn't seem to be very old, only in his twenties. On each side of the tent sat four or five generals in armor, young men and old men with gray beards.

"You're the messenger of Middlesex?" King Kent was surprised when he saw such a young face of Aven, and asked subconsciously.

"I have seen His Majesty the King, in Lower Aven, the emissary of the Earl of Middlesex Morlor. Come and discuss with Your Majesty about the redemption of Lord Seth." Ai Wen bowed and said politely.

Hearing that Evan wanted to ransom the captives, the young King of Kent couldn't help but be proud, "I wonder how much Count Morloll wants to pay to replace people? It's not cheap this time, and if you want to change it, you must have enough of them."

Ai Wen hesitated for a moment, pretended to think for a while, and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, I don't have any experience, why don't you give me a price?"

The Kent nobles in the camp were stunned, as if they didn't expect that the messenger in front of them actually claimed to be inexperienced, and let himself pay the price, this kind of good thing can't be found with a lantern, everyone was very excited, and even the king of Kent flashed a look of surprise, "We don't want much, the tax of the Kent Kingdom for a year is enough." The surrounding Kent nobles nodded in agreement.

Damn, this king is an idiot, telling a foreigner about his country's tax for a year, so who knows how much, give you a gold coin line? Evan scolded this king in his heart.

However, on the surface, Ai Wen hesitated for a long time, and said weakly, "Your Majesty, we usually live in the countryside, and we are very reluctant to eat, so we really don't have money to play around."

King Kent listened to Aiwen's words, and a trace of disdain crossed his eyes, "The Kingdom of Kent only has a tax of five or six thousand gold coins a year, to be honest, this is really very little."

Scold. Evan listened to the offer and sneered in his heart. Others don't know the situation of the Kingdom of Kent, but he is very clear, in the last battle for hegemony, the Kent were defeated by the Mercia, not only lost the Earldom of Surrey, but also forcibly cut off the Bishopric of Canterbury, and the current Kingdom of Kent is in the wilderness except for the capital, where birds don't.

"Your Majesty, can you have less? Four or five thousand gold coins, we really can't afford it......" Before Evan could finish his words, a meaty-faced Kent general sitting on the left side immediately stood up and roared loudly, "Essex, listen, you can either accept it now or die with that bullshit captive!" As he spoke, he drew his sword from his waist.

Yes! Ai Wen's face turned white with fright, he lay on the ground, trembling and speechless, and cried out in the middle of the night, crying and calling for his mother.

It didn't matter if he cried, all the Kents around him laughed, many Kent generals fell back and forth in laughter, unable to straighten their waists, and even Kent generals learned from Aven's crying appearance.

After laughing for a while, the King of Kent finally raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "Then what can you give, I have made it clear, I will not agree to give less."

Ai Wen stood up again and said hesitantly, "Fifteen hundred gold coins, plus five hundred sacks of food." Evan whispered as he watched the King of Kent's reaction carefully.

The reason why he asked for food was because he hoped that he could see the reaction of the Kent Kingdom from this proposal, and prove what he had seen before, whether it was the real lack of food in the Kent army, or only because of the uneven distribution of this group of nobles.

In the face of Aven's proposal, there was no response in the entire Chinese military camp for a long time, and the king of Kent, who was sitting at the top, frowned, his fingers tapped on the table, thinking about the gains and losses.

Seeing this scene, Ai Wen was even more sure that the Kent people had come from afar, and the food in the army was no longer enough to support a long-term battle, so he would hesitate. After all, the king of Kent opened his mouth for four or five thousand gold coins, and now there are only one thousand gold coins, which is not a half-star.

"No, it's too little, I can't accept it. But if you give another five hundred gold coins and a hundred sacks of grain, then I don't think most of you here will object."

The Kent aristocrats present nodded their heads in approval of the price. Evan thought for a moment and agreed to the King of Kent's request. However, whether there will be other variables in the future, Aven Ke does not dare to guarantee.

After reaching an agreement, the king of Kent immediately asked Seth to take Seth to the Chinese military camp, but when Seth saw Aven, he scolded loudly,

"Aven, you bastard, you bastard, let you defeat the Kents with tricks, you bastard, and I was captured! You bastard, traitor!"