a few days ago.
After receiving the news from the royal city, Gallan did not rush to make a decision.
After camping at night, he called Caijos, Kareni, Sinyas, Seth, Shulos and other people he absolutely trusted to his tent.
He directly told everyone the news of the Gasdadians and asked everyone for their opinions.
Sinyas, who is naive and naive, can naturally ignore what Gallan says. This sturdy bear-like boy sits beside him, with his eyes open, blinking at Gallan, then at other people, with a look of me on his face. In front of his elder brother, he looks very well-behaved.
Kareni naturally advocated going directly to the eastern border for rescue, but Cuajus raised an objection.
"Your Highness, the reason you asked us was because you were worried that the Gasdad's eastward advance was just a gimmick, right?"
The guardian knight who understood Garlan's mind said that he had thought of it himself.
"Actually, if the Gasdadians want to join forces with other countries, they don't have to be with Iss, they can also choose Gaishu in the north."
Kareni was startled.
Although he fought with the previous king all the year round and was a fierce general, most of them just followed orders to attack. His thinking is rigid and straight, and he is not good at playing against strategy. So when he received the news, he immediately thought about going to the rescue, and didn't even think about the possibility that it might be a trap set by the enemy.
He asked, "You mean, they're probably not heading east, but north?"
Kaihos shook his head.
"It's hard to say, the truth is true, and the truth is false. It's hard to say that they went north, maybe they really went east."
Glancing at the crowd, he said solemnly, "Although we can find out the way they march, it will always be a day or two late. After we figure it out, it may be too late to chase, so we have to get ahead of them. ."
"Northern, Eastern, it is certain that the Gasdadians will choose one or the other. But the key is, what is their purpose?"
"Then why don't we split into two groups and go to the rescue on both sides..."
Shulos, who was on the side, interjected.
"no."
Seth vetoed.
"Only by concentrating our forces can we be able to overwhelm the Gasdads. If we split into two, our forces will be greatly reduced. Not only will we not be able to rescue them, but we may even be defeated by the Gasdards."
A pair of sheepskins with a map of Aaron Landis unfolded on the table, and Garlan stood at one end of the long table, his eyes swept across the map.
He asked, "If you were the commander of Gastad, which side would you choose to attack?"
Kareni frowned, looked at the map for a long time, and then said, "If I were the commander-in-chief of the Gasdads, I should choose the east, because there are fewer troops stationed in the east than in the north. Half of it, and the fortress is not as strong as the northern fortress, so it is easier to get it."
Kaijos said: "If it were me, I should choose to go to the north, because the threat of the Gish is greater than that of the Iss. If we must join forces with other countries, we should choose a stronger country to join forces. And occupy the north. It will make it easier for the country to open up the road to Kanal, and it will be more beneficial in the long run.”
He thought for a while, then shook his head again.
"No, it's hard to choose. After all, Tasda, who helped our country, is right next to the northern border. The choice to go to the northern border is a bit dangerous. Your Highness, it is difficult for me to make a judgment."
Seth said while thinking: "I think it is the east, because the east is closer, doesn't it mean that they are running out of food and grass? For me, the priority is to get food and grass first."
He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but speak again.
"But Lord Kejos also seems to have a point, that the Gastadians may just be confusing us when they go east, which..."
Shulos: "Uh... I'm just a bard, and I don't know much about military affairs, so I won't speak."
"It's too much trouble to think about." Sinyas said confidently: "Anyway, I listen to my elder brother."
The tent was quiet for a long time, and everyone's eyes were focused on Garlan.
No one spoke again.
This judgment is not good, if the guess is wrong, Aaron Landis will definitely have one frontier captured.
Before the Gasdadians were driven out, new invaders came in. If you are not careful, you will lose everything, and Aaron Landis, who has managed to defend the royal city, will fall into crisis again.
This responsibility is too heavy.
No one dares to take it lightly.
At this moment, there is only one person who has the right to make a decision.
Crown Prince Garlan.
After a long silence, Garlan, who had been staring at the map, raised his head.
The dim yellow light illuminated his white cheeks and reflected in the depths of his bright golden eyes.
He had clearly made up his mind.
"I have decided that the army will rush to the northern fortress at full speed."
…
Although the Crown Prince's decision attracted a lot of discussion in private, the army still did not dare to delay the march to the northern fortress.
In order to arrive before the army of Gasdad, Garland decided to let the veteran Kaleni lead the army to the rear, and he took Kayhos and the first army rebuilt by Kayhos as the vanguard to go north first. territory.
Of course, one must add a younger brother of Sinyas who refuses to leave Gallan.
Then they managed to get to the north a day earlier than the army of Gasdad.
As the vanguard, tens of thousands of troops spread out on the empty plateau, cutting off the way of the Gasdadians to the Northland fortress.
Spring has come, the snow on the northern plateau has already melted cleanly, and even the white coats of the distant mountains have mostly faded away, and the rivers flowing in the mountains are much more abundant than in winter.
Bright green grass blades emerged one after another from the brown earth and gravel, adorning the land that still seemed a little barren at the moment.
The bright sun rose and then gradually set in the west.
When the afterglow of the setting sun was still on the ground, on the distant horizon, a huge army appeared mighty under the fiery red sky.
Countless men and horses, densely packed, like dark clouds, pressed against the army of Aaron Landis, who had been stationed on the plateau for a day.
The black eagle Anu made a loud cry in the sky, circled over the enemy army, and then swooped down.
It swept a pitch-black arc in the air and landed gently on Garlan's raised wrist.
The young man raised his eyes, looked across the open space in the middle, and landed on the army of Gasdad gushing out from the horizon like a tide.
The Gasthards have stopped moving.
Garlan saw a man on horseback standing at the forefront of the army.
The distance was too far, and he couldn't see the man's appearance, and could only vaguely see the man's silver hair shrouded in the firelight of the setting sun.
He couldn't see the man's face.
But he could feel that while he was looking at that person, that person was also looking at him.
They stared at each other from a great distance.
Prince of Gasthard, Tyr.
Commander-in-chief of the invader Gasthards.
The man who will destroy Aaron Landis in the future.
And... the one who killed brother Camos with his own hands!
Garlan's right hand holding the reins of the horse was clenched tightly, the back of his hand had traces of blue veins, and the knuckles were tightened to the point of almost whitening.
At this moment, his mind went blank.
The blood in the body boiled in an instant, as if a flame was burning deep in the body, almost burning out his reason.
kill him!
revenge!
Kill that man with your own hands!
There was an invisible voice roaring and shouting in his body, urging him to rush over at this moment without hesitation—
Infected by the invisible flame that seemed to burn everything around Garlan, the lion standing beside Garlan suddenly let out a roar.
Feeling Garlan's grief and anger, Nega seemed to be replacing Garlan and uttered this roar that almost shook the ground at the enemy on the opposite side.
This roar echoed between heaven and earth.
Awakened by the roar next to him, the young man's golden eyes, which were almost burned by the flames, regained some clarity.
Although the anger is still there, it has clearly calmed down.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the boiling, almost painful heat deep inside his body.
He clenched the reins in his right hand, and the pain that pierced his palm with his fingernails warned him not to act rashly.
Right now, he has too many things on his back.
The two armies were facing each other from a distance, and no one moved first.
Until the setting sun is completely below the horizon, the earth is plunged into darkness.
Neither Gallan nor Tyre acted rashly, but chose to camp on the spot.
That night, two huge camps faced each other from a distance, and each chose a hilly highland to camp.
Countless bonfires were lit, and the bright fire reflected the sky, dimming the originally bright stars in the night sky.
…
"Prince, I have checked carefully. Except for the army on the opposite side, there is no trace of other troops nearby."
In the middle of the night, all the scout cavalry that Tyre had sent out in all directions had returned and reported this to Tyre.
They did not detect other armies around.
"According to the information we have heard, the army that Prince Garland has summoned is more than a hundred thousand, which has already surpassed us in terms of strength." said a general of Gastard, "but the army on the opposite side has the largest number of troops. No more than fifty thousand."
"Is it possible that other armies are lying in ambush not far away?"
"But it has been checked carefully, and there is no trace of other troops nearby."
"No, their troops are so much smaller than ours, and they don't have any geographical advantage. Since the Aaron Landis people dare to stand in front of our army, there must be some tricks. It's best not to act rashly, and then... "
"It should be only the vanguard of the Aaron Landis who stand in our way."
Tyre suddenly interrupted the subordinate's discussion, his expression was cold, and his handsome face was like an ice sculpture.
"I'm afraid the rest of their armies are still on their way."
"The Vanguard? But... isn't their crown prince here?"
asked his subordinate in astonishment.
Generally speaking, as the commander of the entire army, it is impossible to appear in the highly dangerous vanguard.
In particular, the crown prince was still more important than the commander of the army in Aaron Landis, and he dared to take such a great risk to appear in front of the Gasdard army that was several times his size - no matter how you think about him It is because there is something to rely on that dares to do so.
This is very much like the trap that the crown prince is using his body as bait to lure them into a massive attack.
Tyre's slender purple eyes glanced at his subordinate.
"That's what he wants you to think about."
That Prince Garland had set up a suspicious formation, which made people undecided, and because they were afraid of traps, they didn't dare to attack easily, thus missing the opportunity.
And the Aaron Landis can use this to delay time until the subsequent army arrives.
The lights flickered, the dim yellow light reflected on Prince Gastard's frosty side cheeks, and the shadows swayed.
His eyes revealed an indescribable coldness, and his thin lips spit out a few words indifferently.
"Prepare for a night attack tonight."
…
More than half of the night passed quickly, and most of the bonfires that were lit in the evening had been extinguished. Only a few were still burning, lighting up the small piece of land.
The camps facing each other in the north and the south were quiet, except for the soldiers who were vigilants, as if most of them had sunk into dreamland, recharging their energy for the battle that was about to start tomorrow.
Taking advantage of the dark night, more than a thousand cavalrymen, with their horses wearing cages and hooves wrapped in cloth, circled in a large circle to the back of the Aaron Landis camp.
They were all elite cavalry soldiers under Tyre's command. They were all majestic and sturdy, and they were all powerful warriors who could compete with one another.
Then, divide into two batches.
Tyr himself led the group of only three or four hundred cavalry.
Another group of nearly 1,000 cavalrymen, led by a burly General Gasdard, went around to the other side not far away, and with an order, they charged fiercely towards the quiet camp on their horses.
Even if it was wrapped in cloth, the attack of nearly a thousand cavalry at such a close range instantly alerted the soldiers of the vigil.
Soon, the emergency horn sounded through the camp, and the sleeping soldiers in armor and clothes woke up from their sleep, hurried out of the camp, raised their weapons and rushed to the direction of the enemy's attack under the command of their superiors.
Although the Aaron Landis people responded quickly, the Gasdard cavalry who attacked at night were extremely brave soldiers, and the ordinary soldiers couldn't stop them, and they rushed into the camp all of a sudden.
This group of night-raiding cavalry sprinted back and forth in the camp, fighting, fierce and brutal.
Naturally, the loud fighting sound attracted more and more Aaron Landis soldiers towards them.
And just when the nearly 1,000 Gasdard cavalry attracted everyone's attention, suddenly, another group of Gasdard's cavalry rushed in from another part of the camp.
In the dark night, the cavalry team of only a few hundred was like a spear, mercilessly plunged into the camp.
The starlight illuminated the silver-white hair of the young man at the forefront of the cavalry, which seemed to be frozen frost in the dark night.
The giant sword in his hand was swung, and with a single swing, he could easily cut the person standing in front of him in half.
No one could stop the galloping footsteps of the mighty Prince Gasthard.
He possesses a natural power of valour, a power bestowed upon him by the gods of Gasdad, an inhuman and terrifying power. Ever since he grew up, not even one of the Gasthards, who used to be known for their bravery, has been his opponent.
And in the dark night at the moment, in Aaron Landis' camp, wherever he went, no one was his enemy.
Gasdard's cavalry team led by him was arrow-like and burst into the deep belly of the camp in one fell swoop.
near.
Coming soon.
The center of the camp, the huge tent, the backbone of the Aaron Landis, the seat of Prince Gallan is not far ahead!
Tyre had even clearly seen the figure of the young man illuminated by two clusters of bright bonfires in front of the huge tent.
The memorable blond hair is more and more bright in the firelight of the night, scorching bright and eye-catching.
The indifference of the past disappeared without a trace at this moment, a surging feeling rushed into his limbs, his internal organs seemed to be on fire, he felt the blood in his body boiling, and the frost turned into a sharp blade. His pupils shone with a beast-like ruthless light.
He slashed hard at the soldiers who were trying to stop him from rushing towards Prince Garlan, and Tyr splattered blood along the way.
The horses are galloping under him.
The great sword in his hand was raised high.
Just a sword-
He could easily cut off that young man's head from his slender neck—
Like he cut off the head of the Lion King—
No one has ever been able to block a sword slashed by Tyr, who possesses innate divine power.
With a single stroke of his sword, the boulders will burst.
The light of the bonfire was shaking, and the face of the boy standing in front of the tent was shrouded in shadows, making it difficult to see.
The young prince seemed to be stunned. Seeing Tyre splattering blood all the way and rushing towards him unstoppably, he was stunned in place.
Looking at Garlan who was so scared that he didn't dare to move, Tyre felt a sense of regret that was almost boring.
He looked away.
It seems that this prince is just a little smart who can guess his plan, and he is still a cowardly guy in essence.
He is sorry.
The opponent he once thought was worthy of his eyes turned out to be such a waste, and it was really not worth his own hands.
never mind.
As long as this crown prince is beheaded, Aaron Landis will be in chaos again.
It's much easier to take down the country.
While his thoughts were turning, he had already rushed to the young boy who was standing still.
The great sword reflects the crimson fire.
All is said and done.
In the firelight, the sword that had accumulated Tyr's terrible power slashed down—
Garlan, who was standing there, remained motionless.
However, between the lightning and flint, a heavy giant hammer suddenly stretched out from the slanting ground and slammed into the giant sword that Tyr cut down.
A loud bang.
The giant sword and the giant hammer collided fiercely, and the two iron tools splattered with sparks at the moment of collision.
The air currents they raised at the moment of impact dispersed in all directions.
The golden forehead was lifted up by the air current, and the flames of the bonfire swayed by the air current illuminated Garlan's face at this moment.
Tyre's eyes widened slightly.
Through the great sword and great hammer that staggered in front of him, he finally saw Garlan's face.
The boy stood there, standing still.
The sparks collided with the sword swept across the boy's cheeks, and the bright golden eyes staring at him reflected the firelight, absorbing the light that fell into them, as if glowing in the dark night.
There was not the slightest fear and cowardice in those eyes that Tyr thought, on the contrary, they were surprisingly bright.
Those golden eyes inexplicably resembled the sun that was rarely seen on the Gasstad snowfield, but as long as it appeared, it would melt all the ice, snow and darkness—the sharpness was shocking.
The next second he met Garlan's eyes, Tyr, who was riding a horse, had to take a step back.
Sinyas, who blocked Tyr's sword, also took a step back.
Two equally inhuman forces collided fiercely.
Because they were both terribly strong, the terrifying rebound force made each other take a step back.
This was the first time in their lives that the two, who also possessed innate powers, had met someone who could rival them.
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the sky behind him, Tyr raised his sword, and the sharp arrow that hit his throat in the dark night fell.
However, several of the cavalrymen who followed him into the camp were shot by arrows, and fell to the ground one by one from their horses.
The vigorous figures of Elson female warriors appeared one by one from the dark night, and sharp arrows came one after another.
Tyre shot down the arrow that shot at him, and even rushed forward on his horse.
Suddenly a Gastadian cavalry shouted.
"Your Highness! Our camp—"
Tyre turned his head sharply, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his breathing stopped.
There was a sudden turmoil in the far-flung Gasthard camp, which was far away from here.
Night raid!
Aaronandean cavalry raided his camp at night.
… When he decided to raid the camp of the Aaron Landis at night, the Prince of Gallan made the same decision.
He turned his head and glanced again at the burly young man with the same terrifying power as him holding a giant hammer in front of Garlan, and out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the female warrior who was eyeing him with bows and arrows, and the others who had already arrived. general.
No chance.
There is no time.
Tyre thought regretfully.
With a whistle and a secret signal, he rushed out with his subordinates, and hurried back to his equally chaotic camp.
…
The Aaron Landis and the Gasdadians chose to raid each other's camp at night.
It was a sleepless night of utter chaos for both parties.
This is also the first confrontation between the two princes.
It ended in a dead end.