The grass is long and the autumn wind is blowing.

Snowdon's southern expedition has been away from his homeland for more than three months, and they have fought bravely and almost captured the entire Ian theater.

The results were remarkable, but not as smooth as expected before the war. The Snowton military and civilians once optimistically believed that hundreds of thousands of troops would inevitably triumph and march in a thousand days.

The turbulent river encountered a dangerous shoal with huge rocks, and the Central Route Army sighed in front of the city of Severa, and only marched by separate roads, trying to use time to kill the fighting spirit of the soldiers and civilians in the city.

It was a wise choice from a purely tactical point of view, but for King Nacini, it was a reluctant move. Hundreds of thousands of troops could not afford to waste their time under the city of Severa, and a forced attack would bring unbearable damage, which would be very detrimental to the development of the next war.

King Nacini pondered as he rode up the low hill not far away, followed by several of his guards. Not far away, the warriors in the bunker had already recognized their identities, so they didn't react.

The sun sets to melt gold, and the lion king's long hair shines like waves on a moat. But deep down, there is still a little inexplicable sentimentality in his heart.

Or rather, missing.

I miss the capital city nearly 10,000 miles away, I miss the comfortable royal palace and relatives and friends, and I even begin to miss my heroic wife. Even though the king of Nacini was fighting everywhere, he and his queen were less together and more separated.

Even he was like that, let alone the soldiers under his command, who could not comfort homesickness with just one or two brief letters from home.

Moreover, Modesic's planning does not seem to have paid off. The turmoil in the city is brewing every day, but it is impossible to reach that tipping point, the tipping point that ferments into riots.

It's been so long. The stormy city of Severa is still as unwavering as a rock. During this period, the Central Route Army also launched several tentative attacks, but all of them were defused by the defenders. The new army of light, which Bishop Nornes came to support, was mixed with the original garrison, which greatly improved the combat effectiveness of the army. Plus the "Bright Ballista" and the Priesthood to help. The Middle Route Army did not even breach the twin forts, let alone the towering cities.

The bigger problem lies in the increasingly broad battlefield. Avoiding the real and attacking the false, dividing the army into several places, it was a decision made by King Nacini himself, and all the soldiers and horses also faithfully implemented this order. In order to snatch military merits, they enthusiastically attacked, not only occupying the entire territory of the Northwest Theater. And it's constantly expanding outward. It is said that the unruly "stepping on the black flag" even sent troops to capture a county in the Northeast Theater, which made the Holy See of Light extremely nervous, and repeatedly urged Levi I to send reinforcements as much as possible to ensure the safety of the city of Leaïc.

A city of 200,000 people. At least six thousand to ten thousand garrisons should be left. Otherwise, the enemy counterattacked. The city will easily be lost, not to mention that there are many remnants of the Holy See, who are hiding in the secret places and eyeing them.

These remnants of the army, which are difficult to purge and are also a very headache for the armed forces. Although they did not dare to provoke the regular army of Snowton, they occasionally attacked lone soldiers and disturbed the grain routes in the rear. But it can't be prevented. When you send out a large army to encircle and suppress, these guys will rely on their familiarity with their homeland to break into pieces and temporarily avoid the limelight. When the army had departed, they reappeared. We have gone our own way and brought the essence of guerrilla warfare into full play.

Unbeknownst to King Nachina, a small group of hunters remained at the time of the mass defection of the Inquisition. Later, these hunters became the basis for Innerdir to form the New Army of Light. Many of the military attaches stationed in various places have been trained under them for a period of time, and they are naturally familiar with this kind of battle in the shadows.

"Hmm......" King Nacini let out a sigh of relief, his expression was as calm as ever, but the anxiety in his heart was difficult to suppress.

In the past, the Southern Expeditionary Army was relatively concentrated, and at most it was only divided into three routes, and the logistics supply could keep up. However, with the rapid advancement of soldiers and horses from all walks of life, the pressure of grain and grass transportation gradually became apparent. The mules and horses that transported the supplies ate no less than the war horses along the way, and the proportion of this loss increased as the size of the convoy became smaller. In addition, the number of escort troops is also a matter that needs to be carefully considered, too much will inevitably be wasted, too little will be risky, these days, the army staff officers have a bitter face, obviously very sad about this matter.

The long wind blew, and over the head of the city of Severa, the banner of the White Thorn Army fluttered, as if to mock the inadequate invaders. Next to those flags was a "bright ballista" that looked like an eagle spreading its wings. In the previous attacks, the Snowton soldiers had suffered enough.

King Nacini frowned slightly, and gently stroked the Udols Weeping Blood Blade at his waist, as if asking for the opinion of the ancient sword. Inspired by the energy of the "Holy Blood Battle", the God of War sword buzzed, but thinking about it, it should be motivating its master.

"Innedir, aren't you holding out just to force me to divide my forces?" King Nacini muttered as he turned his head to look at the southeastern sky, "and now that I am as you wish, why are you still holding your troops?"

He had already guessed that the white-robed archbishop must have a follow-up move, but he didn't know why. However, the fighter plane is always hidden in the upheaval, so King Nacini made the decision to divide his troops to capture the Northwest Theater of Operations in a hasty manner.

In any case, as long as Innedil tries to fight back, the army must leave the city. And the Lion King firmly believes that in the open field, Snowton's iron cavalry is enough to sweep away a qiē enemy.

So, Innedil waited, waiting for Snowton's army to reveal a fatal flaw, and then threw a sharp spear in his hand. Like him, King Nacini waited, waiting for the Papal forces to launch a counterattack and then crush them on a frontal battlefield.

"Come on, come out. King Nacini sighed softly. What he was most worried about was that the enemy had been hiding in a hard turtle shell, and he didn't even have a chance to face each other in a serious way.

"Your Majesty. Just then, a black horse galloped towards him, and Mordschic shouted from afar.

"What's the matter?" King Nacini couldn't help but be slightly surprised, his henchman had always been calm and introverted, but he rarely lost his temper like this.

"The Western Route Army routinely reports," Mordusic turned over and dismounted, took out a document from his bosom, and handed it over with both hands, his eyebrows could not hide his joy, "There is a piece of news in it, and the king must be very happy to see it." ”

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Sorry, I'm going to change it today.) ）