It's getting late.

At this time, everything was quiet all around, and only a few owl calls were heard occasionally, indicating that this dark world was not lacking in life.

After several days of riding horses at high speed, everyone was exhausted. Through the aisle, you can clearly hear the snoring one after another. The outpost was quite large, and it was easy to accommodate a few of them in their group. More fortunately, the commander here knew Bayrell. In fact, the venerable officer was an admirer of Bayrell. The officer was flattered by the sudden arrival of his idol, so the party was well received here without much effort, and Bayral and Robin were even treated very favorably—the commander had freed up his living room in the watchtower for the guests to rest, preferring to sleep in the tent.

Robin lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His body was very tired, and the huge questions churning in his brain were suspended there, haunting him and holding back the Sandman's onslaught.

He had carefully analyzed and judged the situation with all the knowledge and experience he had learned, both before and after being Baylor's squire. But he still felt that if the final battle occurred, the Bin clan still had a much better chance of winning than the vampires.

"Lord Beller?" Robin said softly.

"Robin, you haven't slept yet?" Beller's voice was not a sleepy whisper, but a very sober reply. Robin subconsciously understood that Bayrell couldn't sleep either.

"Are you just like me?"

"I'm old. It's normal for people my age to not be able to sleep. You're still a kid...... What, what are you thinking?"

"Lord Beller, I've been thinking about what you told me during the day. And I still haven't figured it out, why do you think that the vampires will win and the Bins will lose? I have calculated repeatedly according to the deduction method you taught me, and no matter how you look at it, the Bins have a better chance of winning......"

"Hah...... Ha Lu Ha ...... What, so you're thinking about this stupid question. Bayral let out a burst of laughter. "Robin, you're doing your calculations. ”

"What did I do wrong?" Beller's tone made Robin suddenly realize something.

"Well, Robin, why are you obsessed with this?"

"Lord Beller, I have never been able to figure this out. You said I wasn't fit to be a general, and I guess that's what I'm missing. So anyway, I'd like to get to your point of view. ”

"This matter has nothing to do with whether you are suitable to be a general or not. Baylor's reply was unexpected, "The reason why I say that you are not fit to be a general is not your ability, but your heart, your courage and your will." Robin, in my opinion, competence is not a decisive factor. Because human beings, in extreme emotions, under the fear, uneasiness and panic brought about by strong external pressures, are very easy to make mistakes that they would almost impossible to make normally. On the battlefield, it's not so much a 'who's better' game as it's a 'who's making fewer mistakes'. For example, if you were to command an army to fight a strong enemy right now, I can guarantee that you would make a bunch of mistakes that will be incredible in retrospect. If you want to become a general, you need to exercise again and again, try again and again, summarize from failures again and again, and finally when your will is no longer shaken by external pressure, you can have the foundation to become a general. But your question today has nothing to do with it. I'll answer your question. Put your hand on your eyes. ”

Baylor's last sentence was a bit abrupt, but Robin did it anyway. He put his hands on his eyes. It was already dark in the room, with only a little moonlight shining through the window, so Robin really couldn't see anything.

"All you see is your hands, right? No matter how you look, you can't see anything else, you can't see the ceiling, you can't see the windowsill, you can't see the furniture, you can't see other people. In short, no matter how much you try, you can only see your hands. But on the contrary, the ceiling, furniture, and other things I just mentioned are all objective existences, and they will not disappear because you can't see them. ”

"Your Excellency...... What do you mean......" Robin vaguely sensed something, but couldn't say it for a moment.

"That's the reason, you stubbornly think that if the Hama Clan attack, the vampires will have to fight. But this premise does not hold. For example, if I'm a vampire, then I have too many means right now. My first resort is to burn all the food and supplies, killing as many people as possible to replenish my army. I can even retreat the same way I came, and do nothing, and the Bins will be in a great predicament. ”

"If I'm confident in my mobility, I'll play hide-and-seek with the Shores around Mill City. Unable to achieve a decisive victory, and without food and material support, the Hama tribe will soon collapse and collapse due to hunger and fear. If I'm not confident in my maneuvers, I'll send a small number of undead suicidal attacks, holding them back with a series of skirmishes. These are some of my very superficial ideas, but you will also understand what the situation is now. ”

"But according to what we've learned today, the vampires didn't do that. He's relying on Mir City as a base, and he's going to have a battle with the Bin!"

"So that's the worst-case scenario. Why would a vampire with such a big advantage choose such a stupid action? Either he has a brain convulsion, or he has other plans. I estimate that the vampires have used the hostages and materials in their hands to lure down a part of the Hama tribe by means of coercion and bribery. Then he will make these tribes turn against each other in a decisive battle. Hehe, if this happens, even if Kaidasa is the god of war and has his hands and eyes in the sky, he can only end up in defeat......"

"Your Excellency...... Shouldn't we have warned Kaidasa right away?"

"Hah...... Robin, have you forgotten that the Hama were Ryan's enemies, and we are allies of the Ryans. Now it's a battle between enemies, and we're happy to see that happen. Don't think about it so much, sleep well. ”

Robin turned his head and looked thoughtfully at the ray of moonlight that came from the window. The current moonlight looks particularly cold and cruel.

However, this is also the last thing he thinks about. His exhaustion had long since accumulated to a height he had never felt before. Before he knew it, the Sandman had taken over his sanity.

But in another place far away from him, Damon had no chance to sleep.

He and his allies, seven in all, gathered around their barracks. In order to prevent anyone from eavesdropping, they deliberately chose an empty field, and the nearest guard also stayed twenty paces away. Everyone was silent. Now, they all knew what the vampire was asking for, and it was in a sense beyond what they could accept right now.

Suddenly led the army to defect on the battlefield...... Anyone with a little bit of brains knows what the consequences of such an action will be. If the Hamin originally had a fifty percent chance of winning, then once Damon did what the vampires requested, the Hama Clan's odds of winning would be infinitely close to zero.

Although Damon had intended to surrender to the vampire - this is because he had met the vampire, and knew that the other party was not an unreasonable monster. Moreover, vampires have always considered themselves nobles, and will not do things that are unseemly (such as killing Damon when he surrenders). If you give in in time, you may be able to exchange for the safety of the elderly, the weak, the women and children.

But it's one thing to surrender, it's another to openly defect on the battlefield. Damon had in his hand a letter that Kedassa had written to him, asking him to form a right wing in a decisive battle. "There isn't much time left, we have to make a decision!" someone finally broke the silence.

"If we do this...... "The one across from Damon took a sharp breath, "our people will never forgive us." No, our soldiers will not listen to our ...... either"

"But it seems to me that things need to be analyzed in detail. Do we have a chance to win? If we have a chance to win, then it is not advisable to defect. But if we lose in the first place, then it's nothing, after all, some people can survive......"

"If we have a meeting, we have a chance to win......" Damon shook his head. "I know it's hard to make this decision. If we join forces with Kedasa, we have at least half a chance of defeating the vampires, and if we turn against us, then ......"

"The vampires haven't killed our people yet. "Someone suddenly got excited. Whatever the motives, the vampire didn't do the most frightening thing after all. "If we can defeat the vampires, then we can save them. ”

"You think it's a vampire's mercy? No, it's the essence of what he sees through. Damon coldly interrupted the other party. "Even if he returns our families right now...... If he sends all those spies who are watching us to other key locations to scout the enemy, then the vampires won't succeed at all!"

He cursed, but the voice that followed interrupted the topic of the small meeting. On the side of the barracks, there was a loud noise. That sound was the voice of a group of soldiers, and it was clear that there was a serious commotion.

"The vampire called?"

"Impossible...... We've sent so many spies that it's impossible for vampires to come...... It was the soldiers who were in a commotion. "The armies of the Bins are almost always elected by the same tribe, so the armies are relatively close to each other, and large-scale riots like this rarely occur.

Before they could make any move, however, a guard hurried over.

"What's going on?" Damon asked.

"My lord, there is a commotion among the soldiers. The guard replied breathlessly. "Because the man who wanted the food from the Great Elder of Kaidasa had returned, he refused to provide us with food, saying that they themselves had no food left. ”

"We're just going to get our own food back! the ones we left in the camp when we left!" someone asked in disbelief. Although the main supplies fell into the hands of the vampires along with the non-combatants, each camp had several days of stockpiles. However, in order to speed up the march (in order to save civilians while the vampires were still on a foothold), Damon had previously moved lightly, and the soldiers only brought three days' worth of food. The rest remained in their original strongholds—but they couldn't find them when they returned. There was no doubt that Kedasa's men took the grain after they left.