The war flames burning on the river bank were extinguished one by one, and a burning smell floated in the sky. The originally magnificent and solid Silver Frost Castle now only has an old two-story building that can still be used.
There were footsteps near the missing door. As the commander-in-chief of the Divine Alliance, Prince Carl Ulysses, dressed in military uniform, walked into the tightly guarded building. Behind him, a group of senior generals looked anxious.
Watching him go in.
The guards inside and outside this building are not ordinary soldiers, but a group of costumed warriors with arrogant expressions.
His Royal Highness the Prince stopped in the corridor on the second floor. A warrior came over and opened the door for him, silently making a "please" gesture.
From the perspective of soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time, the room is indescribably luxurious and luxurious. There is a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, and there is a newly laid wool carpet on the floor. There is a row of long tables in the back, and there are about a dozen priests sitting inside.
There are those from the Paradise Island Temple, as well as those from major temples from various countries, all of whom are of very high levels.
"Please take a seat." A priest in the middle pointed to a half-height chair facing the long table with a serious expression, "Your Highness."
Prince Ulysses nodded to the priests and sat on the chair. As soon as he sat down, he found that the chair was three minutes shorter than expected. He had to look up slightly to look behind the table.
The priests, considering the large number of princes, could not help but secretly despise such an arrangement in their hearts.
Do the priests want to bow their heads and confess their sins? It’s ridiculous, what sin do they have?
"Your Highness, I have called you here today to ask you to explain something." The priest who spoke saw the sword on the prince's waist, "Although you have a noble status, how can you still dare to wear it when the priest of the temple is talking to you?
Weapon? Take it off quickly."
"The commander of the coalition forces does not need to take off his sword wherever he goes, because it is a symbol of the commander's status." The prince replied kindly, "Of course you are priests of the temple, but when you talk to me now, you are exercising the coalition forces.
The power of the War Supervisory Office, that is to say, your first status is a military position, and your rank is below me, how can there be any reason to hand over weapons when you see your subordinates?"
"Prince Ulysses!" Another priest slapped the table very gracefully and slapped the prince with a big hat, "Don't be crazy! You are very responsible for the failure of this battle!"
"Failure?" The prince smiled coldly, "This battle is not over yet, why do you think it is a failure?"
"With 650,000 troops, plus 100,000 reserves, how many troops are left now?" The priest continued to pound the table and asked himself, while a loud but breathless voice floated back and forth in the room, "There are still twenty
Seventy thousand! Two hundred and seventy thousand! The baggage was destroyed and the logistics was messed up! Isn’t this a failure? Isn’t it your responsibility?”
"Oh, I understand what you mean, but unfortunately, I cannot agree with your point of view."
"I would like to tell you some basic military common sense first." The prince who was resting his head stretched out a finger and ignored the angry face that was so fat that it trembled. "First, the battle is far from over.
Both victory and defeat are premature.”
"Second." The prince stretched out his second finger dexterously, "Even if we want to judge the success or failure of the battle, the criterion is the achievement of the campaign goal. Before the war, the battle goal I received was to occupy Yinshuang Bank.
While saving the province, destroy and contain as many Sibia troops as possible.”
"Everyone, please take a look. Silver Frost Province has now been occupied by our army. More than half of the Sibia Army who fought with our army lost more than half, and there are still a large number of Sibia Army who are frantically building defenses in front of our army." Having said this, the prince said His Highness even had a smile on his face, "I have now mostly completed these two scheduled goals. Under such circumstances, how can you say that the battle has failed?"
"What a quibble! How can you still call this a victory after paying such huge casualties!"
"In fact, I do think so." The prince put away the smile on his face and replied seriously: "Sibiya has also fought many battles. Have you ever seen who occupied Sibia? To the land and the city? Have you ever seen anyone who beat Sibia’s army into such a desolate state that they abandoned the city and fled? Have you ever seen anyone survive the main attack of Sibia’s army?”
"Only I, the King!" His Highness the Prince's words echoed in the room, "Only the army led by the King has done it!"
The echoes gradually subsided, and the faces of the priests were a little stagnant, especially the one who slapped the table, whose face was flushed.
"As for the casualties and losses of our army, of course they are a bit larger, but don't you think these losses are reasonable compared with the results achieved?" At this point, the prince slowed down his tone at the right time, "Cohen Keda The imperial commander's personal expedition not only failed to achieve any success, but also lost troops and generals. Even Martin Luther, the only general in the Sibia Empire, one of the four commanders of the Divine Alliance, and the same name as myself, is here. Falling in battle, isn't this a good result? Everyone, what kind of result do you want?"
Among all the empires in the Divine Alliance, only two empires have a tough attitude towards the temple priests. One is the Sbia Empire, which is "arrogant and afraid of chaos in the world", and the other is the Tanxi Empire in the northernmost part of the continent. Unlike Sibia, which was just the emperor's personal preference, the Tanxi Empire's toughness was due to congenital historical reasons.
Tanxi is closest to Paradise Island and to the Light God Clan, and the chances of meeting him are several times that of other empires. He can often see his master, and of course he doesn’t think much of his slaves. Although the Tanxi Grand Temple looks grand on the outside, it is the least important. There is money to be made, but as for priests, it is naturally not worth talking about.
"Your Highness the Prince." The high priest of Tansi Temple coughed dryly and took over the words with an intention that seemed to be softening, but was actually adding insult to injury. "As you said, the battle is not over yet, and it is still a little early to talk about victory or defeat. But God The heavy losses of the coalition forces are a fact before our eyes. If we really need to pay such heavy casualties to win this war, then where is your value, Prince?"
"We have tried our best to meet all the prince's requirements, including soldiers, money and food. How much pressure do we have to bear to do this?" Priest Tansi continued, "The current results are by no means a reflection of the prince's true ability, right?"
"Your Excellency," His Highness the Prince raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"It's very simple. The reason why we nominated the prince to be the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces is because we hope that the prince can bring an undisputed victory to the alliance, instead of being like now, counting the results while feeling heartache." Priest Tansi said: "In this way With the prince's consistent excellent performance, it seems that it is not difficult to achieve such a goal."
"Your Excellency is accusing me of not being able to fight well?" the prince replied with a sneer, "If so, you should file a complaint."
"Everyone, please don't get emotional. This is a business matter!" Seeing that the atmosphere of the conversation had become tense, the priest of the Paradise Island Temple came out to smooth things over, "Prince, no one here said that you were incompetent in fighting. You have been loyal and brave all your life. This
Who would doubt you at all?"
After that, the conversation changed.
"But, the arrangements for this battle are quite different from your previous style, Prince. Although we are not generals, we still want to ask the Prince to explain it to us. Only when we understand it can we convey it to the alliance soldiers and civilians.
!”
As soon as he finished speaking, several warriors came out from the side room, holding a lot of records in their hands.
"Then, let's start with the first attack on Silver Frost Castle." The priest on the far left picked up the first record, "Your Highness, I want to hear about your appointment of your son, Major General Lando, as the war supervisor.
Official’s explanation.”
"We would like to hear His Royal Highness the Prince's explanation on the final stage of the general attack on Silver Frost Castle..."
"We would like to hear His Royal Highness the Prince's explanation for meeting Korn Keda under the Silver Frost Castle..."
"We want to hear His Royal Highness the Prince's explanation for the destruction of military rations under Silver Frost Castle and the retreat of the entire army..."
"We would like to hear His Royal Highness the Prince's explanation for the withdrawal of many troop formations during the full-line retreat..."
One hat after another was thrown at him, and one charge after another was thrown at him. His Royal Highness the Prince answered calmly. He already knew the intentions of these priests, and it was not difficult to deal with them, because what they were saying now
It's all official documents, and the prince is waiting for the moment when they show their cards.
Time passed little by little, and the coalition generals outside the building were waiting anxiously. The newly laid grassland was dented everywhere by the general's long boots. The war supervisory office composed of priests was undoubtedly a mud pit.
It's easy to get in but hard to get out. How can the generals not worry?
Occasionally, a priest's roar would be heard from upstairs, but no voice from the prince could be heard from the beginning to the end, which made them even more uneasy.
One hour, two hours, three hours... It wasn't until night fell that this six-hour "conversation" ended. When His Royal Highness the Prince walked out of the door calmly, he didn't even have a hair on his face.
There was no shortage of them. Then the generals let out a sigh of relief and gathered around them one after another.
"Are you all here?" His Royal Highness smiled and nodded to everyone, "Let's have dinner together!"
The generals surrounded the prince and left, and no one looked back at the small building again.
The place to eat is in the coach's camp.
"Everyone." His Royal Highness put the wine glass on the dining table and looked at the core subordinates in front of him. "The priests have shown their cards."
The generals had no intention of eating at all. The general staff officer asked softly: "What else do they want from us?"
"Attack." His Royal Highness the Prince replied with a smile, "The priests asked us to organize a powerful offensive again."
"You're kidding, who the hell wants to attack me!" A general with a bad temper swore on the spot, "Fuck it! I've worked so hard to get to this level, and you're still so damn picky!"
His Royal Highness, who had always behaved elegantly and with aristocratic demeanor, now looked at his subordinates with a smile, and was not at all uncomfortable with the general's foul language.
"So..." the general staff officer naturally lowered his voice, "What does the prince mean?"
"Frankly speaking, I am not very satisfied with the current war situation, but I do not want to do what the priests say." His Royal Highness said calmly: "It is necessary to attack, but we must follow the time and method arranged by the priests.
If you do it, it will only be a wedding dress for the attack of the demon alliance, and it will not be of any benefit to us."
"The prince wants to decide on another method of attack?" the general staff officer became more energetic.
"After the war has reached this point, things should have changed. Going back with such results, everyone will be disgraced!" The prince replied, "Now, the elite of Sibia's army are fully supporting the south. It is best to take action.
opportunity."
"But..." Another general said worriedly, "It hurt Sibia, the prince's safety..."
"Don't worry about this. In public and private matters, Cohen Keda will not do such a thing." The prince smiled slightly, "Everyone just waits for the Sibia people to send him back intact!" (Unfinished)