November 21, evening.

Sunia, a young staff officer, came out of the king's tent and kept rubbing his hands because of the cold. He was a sharp-eyed lad, neither good nor disdainful of hiding his likes and dislikes, and his bright eyes, which always proclaimed how clever and energetic their owners were.

In fact, Sunia is a bit overdone in abundance, so much so that it often comes across as being nosy. In the General Staff Headquarters, the evaluation of him has also gone to two extremes. His peers found him to be enthusiastic, reliable, and capable, but older people thought he was arrogant, showy, and an extremely obnoxious guy.

In any case, Sunia gained the king's favor and had recently become King Nacini's advisor. Since Modesecic was not in the camp of the Middle Route Army, he took over the drafting of documents and other work, and everyone seemed to be able to see that a new political star was rising, just like Modesecic once was.

The night was cold, and Sunia paced around the king's tent to sort out the complicated thoughts. The camp was brightly lit, and soldiers carried torches back and forth. After experiencing the last fiasco, the Southern Expeditionary Army simply put the mobilization on the bright side and wanted to start a dignified battle with the enemy.

And most of the specific planning of this plan is in charge of Sunia and the youth staff group he leads. This group of passionate young men developed an equally passionate military plan. The assembled cavalry troops, encircling the city of Sevela from both sides, established a forward position on the north bank of the river, and pointed their troops directly at the new army of light on the opposite bank.

Concentrate superior forces, finish their work in one battle, and then deal with those troubles in the southeast, northwest, and northwest one by one. If the New Army of Light tried to escape, the Snowton Riders would chase after them like bloodthirsty wolves. The plain between Severa and the Saint-Imas would be a fitting battleground. And considering that the White Tower may once again cast the "Curtain of Light" and other war magic to cover the retreat. King Nacini even sent the "Hawkeye Shooter" with "Blue Clothes Long Shot" to carry out daily reconnaissance missions. At the same time, he asked Vilanoo to set up a magic circle to monitor the fluctuations of divine power within a radius of 100 miles.

It can be said that this decisive battle was forced out by Snowton's southern expeditionary army. And the New Army of Light. They had to be forced to face the enemy, and in the here and now, the two sides of things were vividly revealed, and it was precisely because of the great victory in the race of Severa that they were put in such a disadvantageous situation.

There is no way to retreat, so let's fight.

The two sides were bounded by the river, and more than a dozen skirmishes broke out in a row, and blood was shed every day. Hatred is brewing every day, and a big war is about to break out.

Thinking of this, Sunia subconsciously rubbed his hands. King Nacini's trust allowed him to show his ambitions, you know, many famous commanders in history have become famous in this way and embarked on an endless journey.

He turned a corner. Raising his head, he couldn't help frowning slightly. Not far ahead. An old officer with gray hair was trying to approach the king's tent, but the armored guards in front of the tent quickly stopped him. The old officer was obviously not very happy, and shouted that he also had royal blood, and the guards were skeptical. But after all, he didn't dare to be rude.

"What's going on?" asked Sunia, who swaggered over to him.

"My lord," saw that it was him, the red man in front of the king, and the guards saluted at the same time. Subsequently, one of the squad leaders helplessly explained, "This old lord has to meet the king, but he has not been summoned ......"

"I have an important matter that I need to see the king immediately. Viscount Sirea next to him stepped forward and repeated.

Seeing that his expression was serious, not like he was making trouble, Sunia was interested, he looked at the other party sideways, and took the initiative to ask, "The king doesn't say that he can see him when he sees it, if the lord really has something important, I can inform you." ”

"Thank you," Viscount Sirea thanked first, and then asked, "Excuse me, my lord?"

"I'm Sunia, the staff officer with the account. Sunia's tone was filled with a hint of pride.

Most of the staff officers in the army have the rank between the lieutenant and the lieutenant, but the prefix "with the account" has a great origin. Although Viscount Sirea didn't know what it meant, seeing that Sunia could enter and leave the king's tent freely, he still showed enough respect, "The subordinate is Sirea, the grain guard officer of the rear battalion of the Eighth Legion, and I have seen my lord. ”

Hearing this, the curiosity in Sunia's heart suddenly diminished a little, and the grain guard couldn't bring much exciting news. However, given the age of the other person, this is indeed an appropriate position. He tugged at the hem of his shirt and asked casually, "Sir, what is the matter with you?"

"My lord, can you take a step to speak?" asked Sirea, glancing at the guards around him. He was not sure that there were any Davide among the guards.

"Can you say that?" Sunia asked lazily as he waved his hand back from the guards. He had already begun to regret why he had taken over this matter. Old men like this, who are half-cut into the ground, are synonymous with boredom, and in order to include an illegitimate child in the family tree, they dare to ask the king to see him.

"That's the ......" Viscount Sirea cleared his throat and recounted in a low voice, and as soon as a few words came out, Sunia was agitated, and his ears pricked up.

When the old viscount finished speaking, he remained in a stunned state, but his inner thoughts were rolling around, and he couldn't settle down. If he regretted it just now, now he regrets dying. I am really cheap, I don't take the road at the end of the road, but I want to drill the forest path and drench a bird feces.

In an instant, Sunia had a thousand thoughts in his heart, including even turning his head and running, and killing people.

"Your Excellency?" asked Viscount Sirea tentatively, and to be honest, he didn't have much hope. After all, not everyone has the courage to stand up to power. The old viscount also thought about it, if the other party refused, he would think of other ways, he could not let those civilians die in vain, let alone let the villains who violated the knight's oath go unpunished.

But this time, he was right. Of all the people who were able to enter and leave the king's tent, Sunia was an outlier. He was young, hot-blooded, and more importantly, his conscience had not been extinguished. In the case of any other official, I am afraid that he will have to weigh and weigh again, and weigh which approach can bring the greatest benefit to himself. Did it report truthfully and provoke the resentment of the dragon knight, or did it perfunctory and secretly inform Davide?

Sunia, on the other hand, only hesitated for a moment, then greeted softly, "Sir, please come with me." ”

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

PS: (A crazy streak is about to begin.) ）