Diana left the Essex barracks satisfied, and for her, the purpose had been achieved. Most of the things that were rumored before were true and credible.

The Kingdom of Essex does seem to have a strong enemy. She also had a feeling that perhaps in the future, this young nobleman would become a fierce rival of the Kingdom of Wessex.

Looks like it's time to take advantage of Mercia's bunch of fools. It's not okay if someone like this isn't in Wessex...... Looking back at the Essex barracks in the distance, Diana smiled slyly.

"Now let you show it a little longer, we can't put anything we like in Wessex for anyone else."

In the Essex barracks, King Charles once again summoned everyone to discuss the battle plan. From Diana's mouth, they already had a clear understanding of this reinforcement of the Mercians, and now the question was how to destroy the enemy......

In the camp, the nobles were silent, the previous battle was too fierce, and many people didn't want to continue the war anymore, for fear that the family wealth they brought out would be lost here.

King Charles didn't blame anyone either, after all, it's all human nature, and the royal family's own army has suffered heavy losses, not to mention those below.

"Aven, do you have anything you can do?"

Seeing that no one answered, King Charles subconsciously called out to Aven. The nobles in the camp all breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Evan with some curiosity, the latter's reputation had spread in the camp recently, and many nobles had some curiosity about this young rising star.

"Yes. All it takes is a little planning. I can send someone to carry out this plan. It's just that Your Majesty, the most important thing to do at the moment is not to think about how to defeat the enemy."

Evan stopped in the middle of his sentence and didn't continue. He believed that with King Charles's abilities, he should be able to understand what he had not said. King Charles nodded his head to indicate that he understood. Seeing that Ai Wen looked confident, no one from the other nobles questioned it, and this group of old foxes was also happy to see someone give advice. If you lose in this way, you will have to take responsibility for Aivan, and you won't have much loss.

"Do you really have a way to defeat the Mercians?"

Walking out of King Charles' tent, the Earl of Morloll asked Aven in a low voice.

"Yes and no."

Evan gave an ambiguous answer.

"Just the two of us, you can say whatever you want."

Count Morloll looked at Aven, who was accustomed to speaking only half of his words. In normal times, he wouldn't say anything, but now that the situation is urgent, he still has to come and ask for clarification.

"The nobility was generally afraid of losses and did not want to fight. The morale of the whole army was low, and the soldiers had no fighting spirit. Even if the opponent is a rabble, we can't beat it."

Count Morol sighed, his mouth stiffened in anger,

"Do you think everyone is you? Do you think those soldiers are the madmen you mend?"

Count Morloll hesitated for a moment, then asked Evan tentatively,

"Through this battle, you have seen it too. There is a big gap between your Snapdragon army and ordinary armies, and His Majesty still hopes that you can win the training march, and he can agree to any of your requests as long as they are not excessive. This army is still in your name, and when the time comes, you will be allowed to lead the army."

Ai Wen shook his head, was silent for a long time, and said softly,

"This kind of military attrition, Lord Earl, you should be well aware. With your support, I have built such an army. On the other hand, even if Your Majesty fully supports me, how many soldiers can I build? In this battle, the already small Snapdragon Army was hit hard, is this road necessarily suitable for the kingdom? Even if it really suits, if we are dragged down by the enemy, how much combat power will the kingdom have to fight?"

"When the battle is over and the kingdom suffers heavy losses, there will inevitably be a group of people who will jump out and scold us for not doing anything. At that time, we will instead become a tool for the nobles to attack you, the Earl, and His Majesty. Is this really what you and His Majesty the King want?"

The Earl of Morloll knew what Evan was worried about, but there was no way to care about it so much now, at least until the Kingdom of Essex got rid of the threat of its neighbors, there was no way to think that far.

"We all know this, but many times, there is no way to think so much, we can only take one step at a time."

"I hope you've thought through all possible consequences."

Evan walked slowly towards the Snapdragon Army's camp.

"Then this time ......."

Behind Aven came the voice of Count Morol.

"I have a way, don't worry."

Back in his tent, Evan immediately called Quake and the others.

"We've got something to do."

Looking at the few people in front of him, Ai Wen's expression was extremely serious.

"The army of the Mercians has arrived, and our mission this time is not to attack the enemy, but to lure the enemy into action that is beneficial to us."

Isn't it just manipulating other people's minds to look at each other and let the enemy take actions that are beneficial to them? That's something that only the legendary Satan can do.

"Is this possible, my lord? Legend has it that only Satan can do that, and we ......."

"We need to show the enemy some unreal phenomena, so that the enemy will have a certain false understanding, so that we can make judgments that are beneficial to us."

Evan directly ignored Ikt's doubts and directly began to make a detailed plan. Although the plan seemed very simple, Evan still didn't dare to take it lightly, and all the details were repeatedly confirmed with Quake and others, for fear of missing any place and causing the final plan to fail.

"My lord, what if the enemy is not fooled?"

Quake asked, a little worried. The current Essex army, as long as it is not a fool, can see that the morale is not high and the combat effectiveness is questionable. If the master's plan fails and the Mercians are not fooled, it means that there will be a head-on battle between the two sides. This can only lead to catastrophic consequences.

"Then retreat to the castle and fight a war of attrition with the enemy."

Quake heard his own answer, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. If you really retreat to the castle, I'm afraid you can only retreat to Essex City, the royal capital of Essex. When the time comes, several other countries that smell the fishy smell may directly attack Middlesex.

"We can only do what we can, and the rest is just a matter of luck. However, judging from the information we have about the enemy forces so far, the Mercians should be moving in the direction we want this time."

Quake opened his mouth, he knew very well that the first team that had served as a scout had suffered heavy losses this time, and his own lord had not sent anyone else to scout the enemy, could his own lord have any other way to obtain information?

In the end, Quake didn't say anything, and out of trust in his own lord, he still chose to carry out the order.

Soon more than a dozen Snapdragon soldiers, led by Aven, left the camp and disappeared into the distance......