Ai Wen, who had nothing to do outside the Lord's Mansion, was quickly drawn closer to the conference hall of the Lord's Mansion. Ai Wen, who had just arrived in the conference hall, was still a little puzzled, and he didn't know why he was pulled in.

The Earl of Morloll introduced him to Charles's identity and gave him a brief overview of the situation, saying that His Majesty and himself would like to hear what he thinks.

"It's hard." Evan replied without hesitation.

Count Morol said angrily, "We know this if you don't say it."

Deloris was a little worried, she looked at her fiancé in front of her, and then quietly glanced at her father and Uncle Charles, "Aven, do you think we shouldn't take the initiative to launch this attack?"

Evan shook his head and said calmly, "As a small country, the Kingdom of Essex can either act as soon as possible or act as chaos, but either one has great risks. If His Majesty wants to fight East Angloria now, it is not impossible, but it is only possible that the country may be destroyed."

King Charles motioned for Evan to continue, hoping to continue.

"After all, the battle for supremacy has not begun, and the Kingdom of Mercia is still the nominal supreme ruler of England. If we fight with East Angloria, the Mercians will definitely send an army to intervene, and together with the Kents and Sussex in the south, we will need to fight four countries with the strength of one country......

The Count of Morol hurriedly stopped Aven and motioned for him to stop talking, for fear of angering His Majesty. Otherwise, even if it is himself, there is no way to completely protect Aiwen.

"Then according to your meaning, the behavior of the East Anglorians this year should be regarded as not knowing, watching the people of the country starve and freeze?" Charles asked rhetorically with some displeasure.

"Nope. I hope His Majesty the King can wage war." Aven's words made the other three all stunned for a moment.

"Because we are a small country, we should take the initiative. Rather than allowing other countries to grow and develop, we should give it a go and perhaps gain a chance in the chaos. If you take the initiative to attack, you will die, and if you don't attack, you will die, so it is better to disturb the situation."

Ai Wen remembered Zhuge Liang of Shu Han, after the failure of the first Northern Expedition, he knew that the Northern Expedition was impossible to succeed, and it was impossible to revive the Han Dynasty, but he still chose the Northern Expedition, perhaps with the same mentality.

"But as you just said, the Kingdom of Mercia and several other nations will intervene." King Charles sniffed with some confusion.

"Countries want to be the most powerful, and they want to minimize losses in war. If we can put up a posture of desperate resistance and crush some of our enemies, then even the Mercians will carefully consider whether they need to suffer great losses because of East Angloria, not to mention the two already hostile kingdoms in the south."

Evan looked at the other three people in the room quietly, and did not give them the final result. After all, everything is actually a game of risk and return, and there is never anything that only has benefits and no risks, so you can only rely on your own trade-offs.

"If we go to war, how can we make the best result?" King Charles finally made up his mind and prepared to wage war against the Kingdom of East Angloria.

"Fight quickly, prioritize the crushing of the enemy's main forces, or capture the enemy's important targets and force the enemy to surrender." Evan didn't hesitate to do this, knowing that others would intervene in the war, and slowly dragging his mind that he was a real fool.

Charles nodded, thought for a while, and suddenly said without a head, "I heard Morol say that you have an army under your command, is it the one you led at the city gate just now?"

When Count Morlore heard his good friend say this, his heart suddenly chuckled, and a bad feeling flashed through him.

"Yes, this is an army that I personally trained, called the Snapdragon Army, with a number of sixty men." Evan replied matter-of-factly.

"Then I ask you again, will you come to the palace and prepare me with such an army? After that, if you don't want to stay in the palace, you can go back to Moror." King Charles stared straight at Aven, hoping to hear the answer he wanted.

"I refuse, Your Majesty. I have to remind you that this road is not suitable for the Kingdom of Essex." Evan simply declined King Charles' invitation.

"Why is that? Don't you already have an army? Why is it not suitable for the Kingdom of Essex?" Charles asked curiously.

"The cost of the Snapdragon Army is huge, and it has only begun to take shape in a few months since its formation. The Kingdom of Essex itself did not have much money, and His Majesty spent a lot of money to build an army. If there is no suitable officer to lead it, if this army is defeated, or if the losses are too great, then the entire army of the country will collapse. The Kents are the best counterexample."

"If His Majesty really wants to improve the country's army, it is better to first turn every male into a well-trained soldier, not to be able to achieve a high level of combat power, but to be able to obey orders. Charge when it's time to charge, and retreat when you retreat. It's not like now, when there is no war yet, and Bian Heng will be defeated in the complete sense of the word as soon as the order to retreat is given."

King Charles smiled wryly, easier said than done. If every populace had such a level, the Kingdom of Essex would have become the overlord of England a long time ago, and how could it survive like it is now. But he at least gave up on the idea of letting Evan train a new army.

"In that case, then Morol, you still bring some troops to the royal capital, and I, you and Zeka, fight again, just like before." King Charles stood up and said to the Earl of Morlor.

"Of course, Your Majesty, just like before." The Count of Morlore's face was flushed, as if recalling the scene of his youth.

Charles nodded, and finally asked, "What else do you need me to help you with here?"

Count Morol shook his head slightly, "I'm fine here, and Aven, nothing will go wrong."

Charles said with some envy, "Your daughter has a good home. I don't know if my daughters have that luck."

Count Morol seemed to remember something, coughed twice, and quietly changed the subject, "Your Majesty, when will we arrive in the royal capital?"

"About twenty days. There are also some men left in London to prevent them from being attacked by Kent and Sussex." King Charles retracted the expression on his face and admonished solemnly.

"I'll send you to rest."

When Count Morol returned, he asked with a serious expression, "Is there really a chance of winning?"

"Unless every army is like my Snapdragon army, or every officer is like me, there is little chance of victory for the Mercians once they intervene."

Count Morol sat down in silence, not knowing what he was thinking, his expression constantly changing.

"Doesn't that mean we're going to be defeated?" Deloris asked a little stiffly.

"That's the case, but it's still the same sentence, if we don't take the initiative to fight and become stronger, then the gap with the kingdoms of Mercia and Wessex will become bigger and bigger, and even if we want to fight, there is no hope of winning. It's better to take advantage of the fact that now, when the gap is not so big, give it a go, and maybe you can win. After all, if you don't move, you will perish, and if you move, you will perish, so why not move?"

Evan reached out and stroked Delores' hair, "Don't think about it that much. I am speaking very clearly, both the Earl and His Majesty the King. This war has to be started, and as long as each of us does our best, the outcome will not matter. At least we tried, and even if we failed, we wouldn't regret it. Don't be sad about it, life sometimes likes to joke with the weak."

"What about me? How can I help you?" Deloris asked in a whisper.

"Stay at home and keep your home."

"Prepare, you take the Snapdragon Army, and we will go north to the royal capital soon."

"Yes, Lord Count."