August 10, 784, Dak Battalion.

As dusk fell, a messenger came from afar and announced loudly: "His Royal Highness the Prince is about to arrive!"

A convoy and a centaur appeared on the horizon, and the golden lion banner fluttered above the team, indicating that there were members of the Senean royal family in the upcoming procession. Leading the way was a troop of cavalrymen with sabers on their backs, their armor covered with cracks from their swords. The hard fighting and fatigue left a deep mark on them, and the soldiers were dark, thin, and haggard.

The white cloak of the leader jumped off his horse and walked over with a steady pace. He saluted very strictly: "General Qiyu Yulin, we will complete the task smoothly, and Your Highness will be safe and sound!"

The commander of the second army of the demon clan, Yun Qianxue, the prince of the horses, replied with a solemn expression: "Tumu, hard work. Where is Your Highness?"

"I'm here. ”

The door of the carriage opened, and a young man jumped out of the carriage. He stretched, stretched his hands and feet in place, kicking and punching. Seeing him, Yun Qianxue took the lead, and the nobles bowed in unison: "Welcome Your Highness!

"That's it, after waiting for so long, I guess you're also scolding your mother, right?"

Prince Kalan seems to be smiling, very similar to his father, he has a very handsome melon seed face, fair skin, and very smart eyes. At this time, it may have been a long journey, his face is pale, but his voice is still crisp and cheerful.

"Your Highness, Weichen and the others have prepared the banquet, and they are waiting to receive the wind for Your Highness. ”

"Catch up on the fart! You're in a war, you're doing such extravagance, you want me to be spanked by my father? I'm not going. ”

Prince Karan flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked inside. The nobles followed suit, and the prince turned around abruptly and glared at them: "What are you doing? If you have something, just say it, get out if you have nothing to do, I'm busy, I don't have time to talk nonsense!" ”

The demon nobles stood on the spot in embarrassment, and everyone looked at each other, not daring to follow.

"Your Highness, if you do this, I'm afraid it will chill the hearts of all the generals!" Following Karan, Yun Qianxue couldn't help but persuade him.

The prince of Karan sneered: "Huh! These wastes! I don't see them in the war, but the bad habits of human luxury are fully learned, and the kingdom will be eaten up by this group of losers sooner or later! Not to mention this, what is going on at the front line? When will you be able to take down the dìdū for me? I heard that there are many beautiful women in the dìdū, I can't wait!"

Yun Qianxue and Pei Ma glanced at each other and smiled bitterly.

"Your Royal Highness, would you like to hear the official version or our opinion?"

"I'm tired of hearing the official news, according to them, we have already taken Dìdū City more than a dozen times, and we have easily wiped out tens of millions of Zichuan troops, leaving only a group of barbarians hiding in the rat holes and resisting stubbornly, it is easy to eliminate them, but the father is merciful, he can't bear to kill and injure too much, and is using benevolence to influence them - these are all nonsense! ”

"Your Highness, I'm afraid we will never be able to take Dìdū City. ”

Prince Kahlan was shocked and stopped. Soon, he moved on again: "Tell me, what's going on?"

"Since June, we have launched a total of five attacks, but no progress has been made, the troops have not been able to establish positions in the city, and more than half of the army has suffered casualties. When it is said that the officers and men are going to fight dìdū, it is as if they are going to enter the ghost gate, and their morale is very low. ”

Yun Qianxue took Pei Ma's words: "Stirling gathered a division of 500,000 and claimed to be a 500,000 counteroffensive, and the wind and frost pressed to the side of the Vanne River and stood still. The main forces of the Protoss army were all attracted by dìdū, and in other battlefields, we were unable to form a superiority in strength, which caused Stirling to have a chance to make a comeback, while Zichuan Xiu was getting stronger and stronger. But His Majesty insisted on refusing to withdraw his troops from dìdū, and we were all very embarrassed. ”

I know that the object in front of me is good at pickling girls, and the worst thing is fighting. Regarding military strategy, Prince Kalan is as ignorant as a girl idol singer, so Yun Qianxue deliberately used the simplest way to make him understand.

"Hmph, you should tell my father about this. ”

"Your Highness, Pei Ma and I have both admonished, but His Majesty refuses to accept it. ”

Kahlan pouted, looking unhappy: "So, you two scoundrels want to coax me to come out and persuade my father to be spanked again, do you want to make me spanked?"

Karan and Peima both laughed, this Royal Highness the prince is really shrewd.

"Your Highness, you are the most trusted person of Your Majesty. Maybe Your Majesty will still be able to listen to you. ”

"We'll see. When I get really annoyed by my father and get spanked, you two guys will look good when you come back!"

Prince Karan agreed, and the two legion commanders were immediately in a relaxed mood. Yun Qianxue smiled and asked, "Your Highness, have you seen any human beauties along the way?"

"I didn't see the beauty, but the husband and brother of the beauty saw thousands, and they all shouted at me and killed me. I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Your Highness, could it be that you have encountered an accident on the road and have been disturbed?"

"Accident?" The corners of the Demon Prince's mouth pulled down a chord: "If you regard the entire regiment of enemy soldiers and horses as an 'accident', then I am indeed 'disturbed' - I was almost beaten to death by the mob!"

"There is such a thing! Where is Tekovy? Frightened His Highness, how did he become the captain of the guard? I want to teach him a good lesson!"

"Tekovi?" the prince pouted, "I don't know." Which pimple village or cave of the orcs should it be? You can look for any bones that have been gnawed. The last time I saw him, dozens of hungry orcs were happily carrying him back, as if they had picked up some treasure. His face turned white, and he screamed, 'Your Highness save me!' -- just kidding, what can I do to save him? If I hadn't run fast, I would have had to accompany him to stew that pot of sweet potato soup, which is a specialty of the Far East. ”

"Your Highness, is it really that terrifying?"

"Horror? Beyond the borders of the Protoss, from the Far East to the land of mankind, we have been attacked everywhere. Needless to say, the hungry ghosts in the Far East, in the areas occupied by humans, mobs are everywhere, and when they see our troops, they are like flies smelling, and they are swarming over, and my guards are so weak that they can't kill them.

The untouchables are so hateful! We want to drink water, and someone has poisoned the well on the road ahead; we have to ask for directions, and even a few hairy children of a few years old will throw stones at us! Finally, we found a guide, this guy has a mouth as sweet as honey, and he has a mouthful of "Master Protoss" and "Master Protoss", and I still think he is a good person, phew! Or turn around quickly, and his whole team will be sent to the Stirling barracks! I ordered him to be skinned on the spot!

Gangs followed us in groups, like wolves tracking sheep. Any one of the guards, as long as he leaves the team a little, will die without a trace in the blink of an eye. The guards I brought with me when I set out from the kingdom were killed on the Great Highway of the Far East. The Governor of Valen sent me an additional team to act as a guard, but it still couldn't stop the mob. We came all the way, fighting all the time, fighting as we went. In Delburg, the royal convoy was surrounded by thousands of mobs on the barren mountains and mountains, and even messengers for help could not be sent, and the bandits besieged it endlessly, I thought that the end was just around the corner, but fortunately you sent me a receiving team, and they broke through the siege and saved us, otherwise I could not guarantee that I would have reached Kecheng alive. ”

"Gangs and mobs are so rampant, and don't the garrisons and town guards everywhere care?"

"The bandits are rampant and abnormal, and the jǐng of the squad prepares soldiers and horses, and they don't look at them at all, and they cut them to pieces when they see them. In all cities and towns, the soldiers and horses of the Protoss did not dare to go out of the city, for fear of being ambushed in the wild. ”

The two legion commanders were shocked to hear this, if it weren't for the fact that the person who spoke was the prince of the demon clan, they thought they were listening to the Arabian Nights. The team-sized soldiers and horses and the convoy with the royal flag of the kingdom were besieged all the way in their own occupied areas and escaped with their lives.

"Your Highness, I didn't expect the order in the rear to deteriorate to such a degree. We will send Jīng Rui generals and soldiers and horses to requisition and suppress the chaotic party and rectify the order!"

"We'll talk about that later. Now I go to see my father, and I have more important things to tell - the news of the mob is nothing more than this. ”

Looking at Karan's depressed expression, Yun Qianxue and Pei Ma had an ominous premonition in their minds at the same time.

"Your Highness, could it be worse news?"

The second prince tugged at his head in frustration, and he was also very reluctant to be a messenger to report bad news: "Our Seventh Army is over, Gusta has been killed!" Zichuan Xiu, this monster, he killed us as many as 90,000 Golden Clan warriors!"

Far East, on the outskirts of Transan, less than 300 miles away from the border.

The morning was gray and cold, and the frost that had fallen at dawn lay fragile on the ground, not melting for a long time. The trees at the edge of the forest stood motionless, the tips of the pine trees swaying and circling, slowly evaporating in the misty air.

Compared with the mainland, autumn in the Far East is particularly cold and bone-chilling. Walking on the edge of the forest, wearing a thick, bloated, furry coat, and exhaling white air with his hands, Zi Chuanxiu couldn't help but miss the warm autumn in the southwest, the autumn breeze with warm water, and the life of brocade clothes and palace food when he was the commander of the southwest.

The late dawn of Shanshan smeared a faint light over the jungle, and among the misty jungle, among the rows of tall and low fields, lay all over the human body. In the thick mist, there was a pungent and strong smell of blood. Through the white mist, figures swayed, and countless torches were stirring, scattered throughout the jungle.

It's been two days and two nights, and the soldiers of the search team are still sleepless in pursuit of the remnants of the Demon Seventh Army. "Run, run!" Amid the officer's hoarse slogan, the orc soldiers rushed past him like water, their eyes red and swollen, their steps weak, and they couldn't even lift their swords in their hands. After seven days and seven nights of pursuit, even the powerful orc soldiers couldn't withstand it, not to mention the human warriors who were still on the front line.

The pursuit battle is the most test of the will of the soldiers on both sides, and in order to escape, the demon soldiers did not hesitate to do anything. If you want to get the results, you must not relax. This is the most critical time, and whoever can survive until the last moment will be the winner.

There was a commotion in the distant fog, followed by the shrill sound of flutes. Suddenly, towards the area where the flute sounded, countless torches and swords were rapidly approaching.

Zichuan Xiu turned on his horse and ran straight to the area where the jǐng whistle sounded. Before halfway down the road, a thunderous cheer rang out from the ground: "Caught, caught!" Startled by the sound, the crows that had lodged in the jungle flew up with a "scratching" sound.

Hearing that call, Zichuan Xiu faintly guessed. As he galloped, a large crowd of Far Eastern soldiers gathered in the dark, rotting meadow, and the crowd and torches showed him the way. The soldiers spontaneously made way for him, allowing him to gallop unhindered into the crowd.

Surrounded by soldiers, a middle-aged man fell to his knees in a muddy and rotting field, covered in mud and blood, and his body was exhausted. Looking at the orc soldiers surrounding him, his eyes were desperate and depressed.

His eyes are turquoise.

Zi Chuanxiu turned over and dismounted. He shouted: "You are now a prisoner of the Far East, tell me your identity and official position!"

As if he couldn't hear it, the man looked at Zi Chuanxiu blankly, without any reaction.

"Tell me your identity and official position!" Shikawa Xiu repeated, this time he used his true qi, which shook people's eardrums.

The man finally reacted, his lips quirming, his voice so small that it was almost inaudible: "Gusta, the commander of the Seventh Army of the Kingdom." I am a member of the royal family, and I ask your army to give me treatment that is commensurate with my status. ”

There was a scream of surprise from the orc soldiers around them, followed by a loud cheer.

Shikawa stood up and let out a long breath. Looking at the humble figure crouching at his feet, he felt a sense of relief.

The Battle of Tran, which lasted for half a month and was extremely tragic in encircling and annihilating the Seventh Army, finally came to an end.

For this victory, the Far East paid the price of 50,000 casualties.

In the middle of July 784, under the city of Tran, the main force of the Far Eastern Army suddenly appeared and gave a ferocious blow to the seventh army of the demon clan besieging the city from behind. The fierce battle lasted for three days, from the beginning of the two armies to the later encirclement of the Seventh Army. Every night, the siege and breakthrough battles are going on, and the Far East and the Wang ** team are bleeding.

On the ninth day, after brutal fighting and paying the price of more than 5,000 half-orc casualties, the Far Eastern Army finally seized the commanding heights and cut off the water source of the demon camp.

At this point, Gusta couldn't hold on any longer. Three days later, at midnight, the Demon Army fought back, and the remnants of 60,000 Demon soldiers poured out of the nest and stormed the surrounding Far Eastern Army fortifications. In this regard, Zichuan Xiu had long predicted. The demon soldiers who fought to the death could not be blocked head-on, and he ordered to get out of the way for the demons to escape, but he bit the tail of the demon troops from both wings and chased straight after him. In the pursuit battle that lasted for five days and five nights, the troops from all walks of life in the Far East took turns to attack, and the battle lasted day and night, and the demon soldiers could not eat, sleep, undress, and leave their bodies, and they were extremely tired.

Constant casualties, constant consumption, constant desertion and torture of injuries, in the continuous pursuit battle, the army of the demon clan is like a snowball under the fierce rì, melting little by little. Finally, on the fourth day, Shikawa Shu gave Linggusta a fatal blow.