December 4th.

The sky was still gloomy, but in the gaps of the dark clouds, there were already faint traces of light, as if the haze was about to leave, and the sun would eventually shine on the earth.

On this day, Sunia got up in the dark, he carefully put on his armor and took his long sword, and waited outside the king's tent early, waiting for the horn to sound. The staff officers of the army did not have the obligation to go to the battlefield, but Sunia believed that if even the king hung his sword and fought in person, then as a strategist, it would be meaningless for him to stay in the safe camp.

He is a minister, but he is not a weak scholar, in the past ten years, Sunia has studied military books hard, practiced martial arts diligently, and now has reached a high-level realm. In the strong Southern Expeditionary Army, a high-ranking soldier is nothing, but he believes that he will definitely be able to shine with dazzling brilliance.

The young staff officers who know the soldiers and are good at fighting are no longer satisfied with behind-the-scenes planning, and from today, the road to a famous general has officially begun.

And for the king of Nacini, it was a big gamble, either a big win or a big defeat, leaving no way back. At some point, people have to make a choice, to never look back and embark on a fork in the road, and keep going.

Just now, he stepped out of the king's tent with a firm gaze, golden armor, scarlet cloak, a long sword at his waist, and his eyebrows flying. Seeing Sunia guarding outside the tent, King Nacini did not show a trace of surprise, and he continued to advance, and at the same time waved his hand, ordering his staff to be included in the ranks of his own soldiers.

A moment later, Agassi, the commander of the "Golden Hibiscus" Knights, strode sideways. This black-bearded general in his fifties, thin and lean, was one of the most powerful high-ranking soldiers in the Southern Expeditionary Army. The guard behind him carried a curved-bladed spear, made of ice blue iron, with a touch of blade. The chill is severe.

He bowed to King Nacini and joined the procession. The flag bearer raised the military flag of "Fire Emblem Hibiscus" and the golden emblem of Zhu Di, declaring the glory and military name of the "Golden Hibiscus" Knights.

Before the group reached the camp gate, the civil and military officials had been waiting for a long time. Cattroman led the generals to meet him, and after giving a salute. It is listed as a phalanx according to military rank.

The civil servants stood on either side, and at the moment they were just witnesses. The earth-shattering war drums sounded, the loud trumpets resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the entire Snowton camp came to life, and the warriors marched back and forth, ready to go. In the past few days, they have had a rare full meal, including wine and meat, to recharge their energy for many days. Just for today's decisive battle.

King Nacini stood in front of the phalanx and waved his hand, Sunia stepped forward and shouted, "Hold the flag!"

Led by the "Fire Emblem Hibiscus", dozens of banners were suddenly raised, each of which represented a well-known elite army.

"Wine!" Sunia was infected by this emotion. Cheer loudly. Hearing this, the attendants immediately went into action. Hand the cup to the rank general.

"Snowdon's Heroic Spirit is above, bless my empire, and the martial arts will prosper!" King Nacini held up the wine cup and drank it all. The specific military deployment has been dispatched, and there is no need to talk nonsense.

"Bless my empire, martial arts prosper!" the generals shouted in unison. Raise your head and drink the spirits from your glass.

"Expedition!" ordered King Nacini with a tossing glass on the ground. After his own soldiers led the horses, he turned over, whipped out of the camp, and went straight to the south of Severa.

The generals' blood surged. Quickly rushing back to the army, one by one the troops moved south and set up positions along the riverbank. For a time, the armor was bright, the flag was waving, and the murderous aura reached the sky.

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"Catapult, arm!"

"Bed crossbow, pull the string!"

"Archers lined up, arrows soaked in oil!"

The herald, armed with a white pennant, rode his horse back and forth on the riverbank, conveying the order far away.

The Snowton Southern Expeditionary Army sharpened its knives, and the Bright New Army naturally would not sit idly by. Over the past period of time, they have done a lot of preparatory work. First, the camp was moved to a high hill and the outer walls were built with earth and stones, and then siege engines such as catapults and bed crossbows were built, which were also very effective when used for defense.

In addition, there is no shortage of deer firewood and horse traps to prevent cavalry from attacking, and the new army of Guangming has also set up several platforms to enable their archers to shoot condescendingly.

"Grand Commander," one of the scouts replied as he quickly ascended to the podium, "the enemy has sent two troops to cross the river five miles up and down the river, and is currently building a pontoon bridge. ”

"Send out the archers and scatter them along the banks of the river, and try to slow them down as fast as possible," Tuchel, the interim commander of the Bright New Army, ordered in a deep voice, "and if this is not possible, withdraw to the camp at once, and do not engage the enemy." ”

"Yes. A herald stepped forward and hurried away.

"It seems that the day of the decisive battle will be two days today and tomorrow. Tuchel was in his mid-fifties, with thick eyebrows and graying sideburns, and was one of the most prominent veterans in the Papal army. As the temporary commander appointed by Inedil, he personally led the four major legions of the Bright New Army to attack the Snowton Central Army for a long time, and basically achieved the set goal.

And now, it's time for the second task.

Fight a decisive battle with the enemy, delay as long as possible, until the snow falls in the winter, completely dragging down the Snowdon South Expeditionary Army.

Tuchel didn't know if he would be able to do the job, but it was the archbishop's orders and he had to comply. Even if the result of this is a river of blood, and even death on the battlefield.

"The Grand Commander is right," a legion commander next to him with sunken eyes and a blue chin, pointed from afar, "Look, King Nacini himself has gone into battle. "His name was Macarone, he was born in the Inquisition, he was a direct descendant of Bishop Todd, and as Lord Todd rose through the ranks, so did his military rank.

"As I expected, the enemy should be tempting today...... Tuchel frowned slightly, as if thinking about what to do. In order to resist the onslaught of the enemy troops, he set up the camp in an inverted triangle, and the fiercest side of the fire was facing the river on the north side. In this case, if Snowton's army forced to cross the river, it would inevitably suffer heavy damage.

In addition, the eastern part of the barracks happened to be under the protection of the walls of Severa, and only the northwest corner leaned out to lure the enemy to attack, so as to consume as much of the enemy's living force as possible.

After all, the purpose of the Bright Forces was not to defend, but to counterattack, otherwise, they would have retreated into the city of Severa. Of course, for the likes of Thomas Tuchel and Macarone, they would rather run away than retreat into the city.

Because they knew what was going on in Frodo, and they knew that creepy magic.

Scarlet faith, death with the enemy.

… (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）