In the distance, the Grand Duke of the Black Sands, Charmaine Lombard, is riding on a horse in full armor.
He was being supported by countless infantry and cavalry troops, looking coldly into the distance.
Under the loud shouts of killing, the two star flags in the distance began to waver under the siege of six brigades and more than 2,000 Exeter light infantry.
The Grand Duke of Lombard touched the sword at his waist.
It was the sword he used to kill his brother in a duel, and it had never left his side for more than ten years.
"It's begun," Count Levan behind him said softly: "They will break out of the encirclement soon and evacuate towards the fortress - we only need to wait for Sutherre to send out the corresponding troops."
His most trusted adviser, Viscount Cambida, also nodded:
"The light cavalry and mounted infantry on both sides of the battlefield are ready. If any troops come out for reinforcements from the fortress, we can quickly entangle them."
"The knights and the 300 heavy cavalry have already relieved half of their burdens and can charge at a faster speed... Even if all 3,000 people in the fortress come out holding hands, we can at least defeat their forwards immediately -
—If they don’t withdraw within five minutes.”
"Five hundred heavy sword infantry and eight hundred heavy armored sword and axemen are on standby. They can follow up later..."
"The crossbowmen, magic gun troops, and the remaining ordinary levies can also attack."
"When they start to break through, we can advance in time, and the heavy infantry can go first."
Charmaine Lombard, who had a serious face, raised his hand at this moment to stop Cambida from reporting:
"No, let everyone stay still and stay put. No one is allowed to approach the battlefield without permission."
"Let the light infantry continue to fight."
"We need to give the Fortress some time to consider whether to send troops to rescue."
Lord Tuleha, who was beside the Grand Duke of Lombard, tightened his expression when he heard this:
"If they break out in the direction of the fortress, we'd better have the main force follow up properly," he said with a frown, knowing the war well: "If the distance is too far, even if our cavalry holds back Satherre's troops,
The heavy infantry can't keep up, let alone destroy the opponent in the field - with her ability, she has no time to snatch back their prince."
"Then whether we take the opportunity to attack the city or consume it in the field, our plan will be meaningless."
Lumba looked at the battle situation in the distance and shook his head slightly.
"Sasere is a cautious person," Grand Duke Lumba looked at the Broken Dragon Fortress in the distance with a complex expression, and said slowly: "To tempt her to send troops, we must take risks and give her some hope: If she doesn't send troops, their prince will definitely
Destroyed on the battlefield; send troops, maybe there is half a hope of regaining the prince."
"And as the prince breaks out backwards and gets closer and closer to the fortress, the latter's hope will become greater and greater..."
"Even the most cautious and rational people, such as Sonia Satherley, can't help but waver when they see that their hopes are getting bigger and their chances of success are getting higher and higher."
Lumba's eyes showed an unprecedented desire to challenge, and his eyes focused on the star-cross double-star flag of Broken Dragon Fortress.
"Now it's up to our old rival, the Flower of Fortress, to decide."
"Sonia Satherley."
"Are you going to send troops to rescue them and rescue their only prince, or are you going to watch the heir to the stars disappear in the battle?"
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"What's going on!" Sonia stood on the high fortress wall, looking at the melee on the plain in the distance. She gritted her teeth and punched the wall of Broken Dragon Fortress: "Rumba wants to be here.
To openly kill His Highness?"
"The ones besieging the prince are only light infantry of more than 2,300 people. With the Fury Guards around, they may be able to withstand it for a while."
"But the number of people is too disparate after all." Miranda observed the enemy situation on the plain and frowned: "The other main forces of Lomba are far away. If Baron Mu can lead the prince to break through, at least retreat a certain distance.
, we should be able to send out a response force in time to break through the light infantry siege and bring the prince back."
She turned her head and said to Sonia: "I can attack. I need a thousand people, including elites like the Star Guards who can break through the enemy's formation."
"The Star Guards can ride out on horseback. Their opponents are just light infantry. If they just break through the blockade and rescue His Highness..."
"No!" Sonia looked at the stalemate battlefield angrily and said with difficulty: "The prince's mission is not his focus..."
"Send our only elite defenders to rescue the prince... This is what Lumba wants!"
"I can guarantee that his cavalry is ready to intercept our response troops at all costs. Even regardless of casualties, they will attack the fortress's crossbows to attack the gate of the fortress, and then press on..."
"At least we can eliminate our response troops..."
"If it's the former, then the fortress is in danger of falling. If it's the latter, it can also greatly consume the troops in the fortress, paving the way for his subsequent siege."
Sonia clenched her fists tightly: "We will never do what the enemy wants."
Miranda raised her eyebrows and was silent for a while.
The sound of fighting continued in the distance.
"But that is the second prince, and he is the only heir to the stars," Miranda thought for a while and said silently: "If the fortress does not send troops, then he is likely to be lost in the battle formation, His Majesty's side..."
Sonia gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and let out a long sigh: "This is Lumba's purpose. He is waiting for my choice: the safety of the fortress and the prince, military or political, he wants me to choose one of the two."
"This is a very obvious trap."
"It was already impossible for Lomba to capture the fortress, but he finally found a chance...Lomba's courage is beyond imagination!"
Miranda clenched the sword at her waist, raised her head and said, "Perhaps with Baron Mu's ability, during the breakout, he can take the prince further, closer to us, or even bring him to the cover of the fortress?"
"We try our best to fight quickly and safely take the prince away before their follow-up troops arrive..."
"Be careful!" Sonia opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes full of caution: "Rumba wants us to think so - the fortress is our greatest reliance. He doesn't know how much he wants our troops to get out of the fortress and then fall into his hands.
In the rhythm of field battle."
"Everything he did was to successfully capture Broken Dragon Fortress at the minimum cost!"
Miranda was startled: "But does he really dare to make a bet on the crime of killing the Prince of the Stars?"
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"What if Prince of the Stars really dies in the battle formation?" Lord Tuleha looked at the battle in the distance and said hesitantly: "Anything is possible on the battlefield."
"Then let's see if the Sunset Goddess protects us, and how loyal Sonia Sasere is to the Bright Star Royal Family," Grand Duke Lombard said solemnly: "If we win this gamble, we will open the door to the Star North.
, if you lose...hum."
He said no more.
"I'm afraid the prince's life or death is not a matter of luck, but our choices." Viscount Cambida pondered:
"If Satherei refuses to send troops and would rather watch their prince's army be annihilated than hold on to the fortress...will we really kill all the prince's envoys?"
"Not necessarily," Count Levan shook his head: "We are only sending light levied infantry. Judging from the current battle situation, the Star People can hold on for at least a quarter of an hour... If that time comes, we will blow the trumpet to withdraw the troops.
Not too late."
"Then invite that prince in and tell him that everything just now, including so many dead people, was all a misunderstanding?" Tuleha replied with a frown.
Their Grand Duke picked up the reins and spurred his horse forward a few steps to get a clearer view of the situation in the distance.
"If Sasere still can't shrink out," Grand Duke Lombard looked at the huge fortress with a calm expression: "That's okay."
"When that time comes," Grand Duke Lombard tightened the sword belt around his waist and took in a breath of the cold winter breath: "We will kill everyone in the mission, leaving only that seven-year-old brat."
"Then……"
"Everyone in the fortress will see how we stripped their only prince naked and tied him to a flagpole, and then carried their heir to attack the fortress... Let's see how much the Star People's morale can withstand the test."
"Of course, regardless of success or failure, the poor kid will survive and be sent to Longxiao City afterwards to show our respect and loyalty to King Nuen. I will not be stained with the blood of the Bright Star royal family - from now on
Since the beginning of the imperial era, the blood of that family has been filled with curses and misfortunes."
"In this case, as long as he doesn't die, the stars will only see the shame left by the prince, not the hatred between the Lomba family and them."
Hearing this, Tuleha couldn't help but frown deeply:
"He's just a seven-year-old kid."
The unsmiling Grand Duke of Lombard was silent for a moment.
Scenes of brothers fighting when he was a child flashed through his mind.
But others didn't know what he was thinking.
The next moment, Charmaine Lombard raised his eyes and said coldly:
"He is a prince."
"A prince cannot have the stage of being a "child" since he is born."
"This is their privilege and their price."
Tuleha looked at the Grand Duke of Lombard blankly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he still lowered his head and sighed.
Only Viscount Cambida frowned:
"That child will hate you until he is crowned king in the future..."
But he was interrupted by the Archduke.
"He will be afraid of me!" Lumba said decisively:
"Even if he becomes the King of Stars, wearing a crown of nine stars on his head and holding a staff of stars in his hand..."
"I will also let him remember today - the most humiliating, terrifying and terrifying day in his life!"
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"Boom!"
Jennard held up his shield and swung down a heavy hammer. The huge force made him dwarf.
But the old soldier cleverly used his sword to cut open the opponent's kneecap, and then killed the opponent when he fell to the ground.
But then Gennard was stabbed from an angle and pierced his left shoulder blade painfully. He endured the pain and stepped back from the second row tremblingly.
However, the replacement soldier was obviously inexperienced, and as soon as he stepped forward, he was stabbed in the thigh with a sword.
Jennard had no choice but to grit his teeth and move forward, blocking the enemy's sword fiercely and forcing his injured comrade to retreat.
The veteran felt that the frequency of attacks by Exeter's light infantry began to decrease.
It seems that the time to break out has arrived.
Jennard sighed at this time.
On the battlefield, the first to die are the recruits with poor skills, while the veterans who survive are all shrewd and powerful beings of steel.
What comes next is a tough battle.
"So, the key to the battlefield lies in Sasere's choice," in the center of the formation, Thales panted heavily and said to Putilai, who nodded slightly, and Alaka, who had a bloody look on his face:
"No matter what she chooses, Lomba should have her own corresponding strategy: capture the fortress, weaken the troops, or capture me humiliatingly as a bargaining chip for the attack."
"No matter what she chooses, we are all in a dilemma," Putilai frowned: "These light infantry in Lomba are enough to make us miserable - the soldiers can't hold on for long."
"If you have any ideas," Araka looked at the dead and wounded subordinates around him, and he was extremely angry. He sneered: "It's best before the Exeters chop us all into pieces and hang you up.
Just say it."
Thales didn't pay attention to Araka's disrespect. He raised his head and glanced at the Iron Fist flag of the Lombard family not far away.
He exhaled and said slowly: "Sonia's choice is a dilemma no matter what."
"So it's not her choice."
Thales' eyes were cold, and he clenched his fists at the different looks on Putilai and Alaka's faces.
"We can only choose for Lord Sutherre."
"To eliminate her hesitation and hesitation."
"Get ready to break out." The second prince said coldly.
Putilai was slightly startled.
Alaka grinned.
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"It seems they are about to break out." Miranda looked at the battle situation in the distance and said hesitantly: "Are you really not going to send troops to rescue?"
"Even if they really break through the siege and get closer and closer to the fortress?"
Sonia closed her eyes in pain.
no.
Protection is my greatest responsibility.
I have failed once... I can't do it again this time...
"No." Sonia gritted her teeth and lowered her head, holding onto the city wall with both hands, and said with difficulty: "It is impossible to rescue them by sending only a small number of troops, and if all the elite are sent out, it will play into Lumba's hands."
"Guard our fortress...and don't give him even a chance."
"Your Majesty, I'll go and face it."
Miranda remained silent, and the city wall was quiet for a long time.
But the silence was soon broken.
The sound of killing in the distance came again.
"Sir!"
Miranda looked at the chaotic battlefield in the distance in shock: "They started to break out!"
"But it's strange..."
Miranda's face was full of disbelief.
Um?
Sonia opened her eyes in confusion.
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"Sir!" Tuleha rode anxiously from a distance: "News from Qingqi!"
"They're starting to break out!"
Grand Duke Lombard opened his eyes and looked at the two star flags.
"Very good," he said, "Now we are waiting for Sutherre..."
etc.
Lumba narrowed his eyes.
The fluttering of the flag…
Not quite right.
He immediately discovered something was wrong.
No way.
Grand Duke Lombard's eyes widened and he opened his mouth in surprise: "Could it be..."
"Yes, sir, our plan must be revised immediately!" Tuleha shouted nervously:
"And based on Qingqi's return, there is more than one surprise!"
Lumba suppressed the annoyance in his heart and cast a questioning look at Tuleha.
Tuleha gritted his teeth on the horse and said: "There is another person with that prince."
Grand Duke Lombard frowned tightly and looked at Tuleha as he said something that made the surrounding vassals look suddenly:
"It's him!"
"It's that guy!"
"Take that bow!"
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Alaka had a cold face and tied Thales tightly to his back, close to his big silver and black metal bow.
"Is it really safe to stay behind this guy?" Ada asked angrily: "I always feel like I'm unemployed."
Thales smiled at her and said, "Just think of it as a holiday... Even authors sometimes stop updating."
"This is very risky, it means we are also gambling," Putilai said worriedly: "Betting on the enemy's choice."
Thales took a deep breath and smiled at Putilai:
"Yes, this is a bet between me and Lumba."
"It's a 'dare you' game."
"Little prince, let me ask you one last time." Seeing that the first row of Fury Guard soldiers were almost dead and wounded, Alaka suppressed the anger in her heart and said coldly, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"This is the only way." Thales said with a bitter smile.
Araka said nothing.
"And are you really as powerful as the rumors say?" Thales gritted his teeth and lay on Araka's back, adjusting his abdomen in line with the big bow diaphragm, and showed a forced smile: "Please prove it to me."
Alaka remained silent.
Thales closed his eyes gently, then opened them firmly, with sharp eyes:
"The most powerful warrior in the Kingdom of Stars..."
"Alaka Mu."
He exhaled softly and loudly spoke out the name known to women and children across the stars:
"The Wrath of the Kingdom."
The moment he said these words, the people in the dilemma looked stern, as if even the atmosphere around them was different.
The next second, Alaka tilted his head and sneered at Thales:
"A long time ago, in a desperate situation, a bright star said to me..."
Thales couldn't help but be startled.
Araka pulled up the two-handed sword on the ground, threw out a sword flower, and stepped forward.
Putilai, Huaiya and Rolf followed behind them with either firm faces or worried faces.
Araka strode into the stirrups with fierce eyes.
Ada quickly followed their horses.
Alaka continued in a cold voice:
"He said……"
"Since there is no way to retreat."
"Why not move forward with all your strength?"
Thales didn't react for a moment.
The next moment, Alaka Mu, the man known as the Wrath of the Kingdom, rode forward with a fierce look on his face and passed his guards.
"Wrath Guards, attack the formation!"
The great sword of the kingdom's wrath pointed at the iron fist flag flying high in the distance, roaring loudly: