Back at the Viscount Castle, it was already dusk. After experiencing so many things on his first day in this world, Reggie felt physically and mentally exhausted.
He closed his eyes, calmed himself down, filtered the events of the day, tried to extract the most valuable information, and then made the next plan.
All plans must revolve around this war. If the war fails, everything will be in vain.
According to Reggie's analysis, there are three elements to winning a war:
First, the appropriate combat time.
Second, a suitable combat location.
Third, suitable combat candidates.
Since it was a sneak attack, the most suitable time was at night.
The mountain road above the mountainside is relatively narrow. If the enemy gathers here, the formation will inevitably become denser.
As for the candidates, apart from the cavalry, the most important one is Baron Sarnoffbich.
That's right, Reggie is not crazy, he is his political officer Sarn. Although he knows what Baron Beach is thinking, he knows that this bastard wants to kill himself. But if you want to win the war, you must have Sarn.
Grace's help.
How to talk to him?
I just had a scolding fight in the afternoon, and now I want to reconcile with him. Isn't it a little too abrupt?
In fact, it is not that abrupt. I am his leader, so giving him a slap in the face is one of the leader's routines.
Reggie took out a quill and parchment and wrote a letter. Writing was still a big challenge for him. An hour later, the letter was finally finished. Reggie was carefully proofreading every word. Erwin
There was a knock on the door outside.
"Sir," Erwin entered Reggie's room, "the administrative officer is here."
"The political officer is here?" Reggie was stunned. What a surprise, he actually came on his own initiative.
It seems that the quarrel in the afternoon changed his view of himself, at least gave him a basic respect for himself.
After simple preparations, Reggie brought a bottle of wine and went to greet his political officer.
"Good evening, Baron Beach!"
"Lord, I'm here to apologize for what happened during the day. It was my negligence that caused you unnecessary misunderstanding." Sann stood up and saluted Reggie respectfully.
"Why should we dwell on such trivial matters at this precarious moment," Reggie held the wine and showed a kind smile, "Sit down quickly, Baron Beach, let us have a drink."
After drinking a glass of wine, Sarn made it clear why he came. Of course, he didn't come here specifically to apologize. He still wanted to persuade Reggie to give up the idea of war with serious words.
"Lord, I know that you went to the city in the afternoon, and you also saw a small-scale victory, but such an accident means nothing at all. Jiawen Gusta is just a stupid warrior, he just took advantage of luck.
It's just a little advantage, do you think it is possible for a reckless man like him to defeat the heroic Prince Sean? His stupid provocations will only continue to wear down the prince's patience, and will eventually push our people to a desperate situation."
Reggie took a sip of wine and nodded, agreeing with Sane's words.
"You are right, Baron Beech, it is impossible for Jarvan Gusta to defeat Prince Sean, but do you think it is possible for him to defeat us?"
Sann's face was filled with circles, and he obviously didn't understand what Reggie meant.
Reggie took another sip of wine. Although the wine of this era had many impurities, he had never drunk such a mellow wine in his previous life.
"Let me explain it more straightforwardly. If one day, Jarvan Gusta points his sword at you and me, what should we do?"
Sann kept shaking his head and said: "I think you are worrying too much. Gusta does not have the courage."
"Why do you think so?" Reggie lowered his eyes and looked at Sann, showing a mocking smile. "I admire your courage. You ridiculed Gusta in front of him and called him a fool and a fool behind his back. I
Know you have dozens of bodyguards and hearts
I also have a lord guard of a hundred people, but Gusta has three hundred militiamen. If one day, the furious Gusta wants your life and mine, what can we do? You have the ability to pick up
Do you want to fight with a sword? Anyway, I don’t have one.”
Sann touched his forehead, feeling a little scared.
"Lord, is your purpose of going to the city wall this afternoon..."
"It's to appease that group of soldiers, that group of militiamen who have been provoked by you many times and are almost crazy! If I hadn't gone there in time, these crazy militiamen might have returned to the city and, under the leadership of Gusta, chopped them off with knives.
Off your and my brains!"
A gust of cold wind blew across the back of Sann's head. He looked at Reggie anxiously and said, "Maybe I should have a good talk with Knight Gusta."
"There's nothing to talk about. He is indeed a fool. The militiamen on the city are all fools. I," Reggie rubbed his forehead, he did have a headache, "but we must control these fools. Only in this way can we
Solve this problem peacefully."
"But... today you still..."
"I said, Gusta actually needs comfort." Reggie looked at Sann with disdain, "I always thought you were the smartest person in Shattering Snow City!"
Sarn's face showed an imperceptible joy. He stood up and said: "Lord, on behalf of the people of Broken Snow City, I would like to express my gratitude for your generosity, your kindness, and your generosity..."
"You don't have to represent the people, and you don't have to thank me," Reggie waved his hand and said, "I'm not doing it for the people, I'm just doing it for myself, just like you."
Sarn's eyes moved and he immediately removed his smile and said: "Lord, I don't understand what you mean."
"Of course you understand that we have reached this point, can't we be more honest?" Reggie pointed to the hanging rope on the table and said to Sane, "You may think that I have changed, but I have indeed changed, because I have experienced
I died once. Just this morning, I wanted to use this rope to end my own life. I really did. Guard Captain Erwin saved me. You will never know how terrible the pain was.
I don’t want to experience that kind of pain again.”
Looking at the rope and the scars on Reggie's neck, Sann believed Reggie's words.
One hundred truths mixed with one lie will sound hypocritical.
One hundred lies mixed with one truth will make these one hundred lies very real.
"Baron Beach, I want to live and live decently. I need your help. I hope you can convey my wishes to the prince."
"Sir," Sarn quickly defended, "I respect Prince Sean very much, but he is our enemy, and I have no personal dealings with him."
"I know that you have no private correspondence, your correspondence is almost public!" Reggie took out the written letter, handed it to Sann, and said, "This is my letter to Prince Sean, if you read it
There are no objections after that. Please help me forward it to the prince. I hope to hear his reply before noon tomorrow. If he agrees to my conditions, he can get Broken Snow City without spending a single soldier. If he doesn't agree,
, I will lead the group of reckless men on top of the city and fight with him until the last moment."