The morning of the eighth day came.
Under the king's order, the troops in the city of Saint-Sunil that still had a certain combat capability were quickly organized to carry out the first counter-offensive since the defense of the city.
The troops ordered to set off were divided into two groups, one was the royal knights loyal to the king, and the other was a mixed knights composed of the children and private soldiers of the nobles in the capital. Passing through the city gate, it looks completely different in style—
The number of the royal knights is very small, and only 40% of the original number of survivors still have combat power. They wear scarred armor, and the blood on their weapons has not even had time to wipe off. They are like a group of rust-colored war sculptures , silently crossed the city gate, murderous introverted but orderly.
Compared with them, the other team is noisy and ostentatious. All kinds of colorful flags are fluttering above this team, and knights from nobles wearing bright armor and rosy faces are riding on tall horses. The theatrical troupe was full of excitement all the way, and among the teams with different flags, you can also see the heraldic flags with colorful lace flying high, which is a means of showing off the nobles' personal conquest—
Of course they want to show off, because the next "battle" will be a performance with almost no risk, just like the hunting in autumn and winter every year, people with prominent backgrounds hold enchanted bows and arrows, under the strict guard of knights Go down and hunt down a group of beasts that have been driven to a desperate situation. No matter what the process is, as long as the arrow is finally inserted into the beast, the person who draws the bow and shoots the arrow can win the title of "brave". Now, they are going to get it This brave name.
After all, speculators also know their own stains, especially those who were ready to transfer property, and finally rushed to the king's coronation before swearing allegiance. They urgently need some "war results" to decorate their appearance.
This victory is not for the king, but for Grand Duke Gawain Cecil.
That is a duke with great military exploits, and at this moment he is using force to turn the tide. After entering the capital, such a duke will inevitably pay attention to the performance of all parties in the previous battle of defending the city, so accumulating some military exploits for himself in time is to continue Accumulate resources from the political investment that has come down—anyone with a vision can see that the situation in Ansu will be completely reshuffled after this war is over. Bone, only the southern border is the real winner, just like the Wilder family who took control of Ansu in the name of "Regent" after the end of the Brumaire civil strife a hundred years ago.
And as for the king... Poor king, his royal power may come to an end the moment Duke Gawain Cecil enters the city.
Earl Uriel, a royal aristocrat dressed in costume, raised his head and glanced back. Looking at the king's flag fluttering on the tall city wall of Saint-Sunil, he couldn't help shaking his head, sighing with an aria full of the characteristics of the northern high society. : "It's a pity that the king has only been free for eight days."
Another person echoed from the side: "Yeah, we got rid of Wilder and ushered in Cecil... Who would have thought of this a few years ago?"
Earl Uriel smiled reservedly: "I have bought a large number of alchemy potions and magical weapons in the southern region. As his important customer, I must have some impression of Grand Duke Gawain Cecil."
"Of course, my friend, your investment vision has always been admirable..."
…
Wales stood on the city wall, watching the well-dressed procession marching towards the direction of "Crow Mesa", without saying a word for a long time.
Duke Baldwin's voice sounded from the side: "Your Majesty."
"Look, what a glamorous team." Welsh raised his head and pointed at the advancing team with his chin. "The armor is brand new, the horses have no scars, and the flags seem to have just been taken out of the warehouse." Sir Baldwin, where did you say they were hiding before?"
"... in the filthy guts of those people."
Wales turned his head and glanced in surprise: "... you can curse people."
"Only when necessary," Grand Duke Baldwin said flatly, "Compared to this, Your Majesty, are you sure that your choice is necessary?"
"I have seen with my own eyes the efforts of you and the Grand Duke of Victoria. I have seen with my own eyes the confrontation and division between reformers and conservatives. I have seen how the lords increase their wealth and erode free people's arable land. I have also seen how the so-called 'factory reform' is. It becomes a new excuse for enclosing and occupying land, and makes civilians more displaced. I am familiar with all the rules of the operation of the upper class of this kingdom, and in this rule, I discovered a truth... "
Baldwin quietly looked at the king in front of him.
"Our reforms have not been successful because we haven't done enough. The prosperity Ansu wants is not on the negotiating table."
After saying this, Wales suddenly laughed: "And I'm really curious about what choice the founding hero would make in the face of such a difficult problem. I have set up such a stage, and I can make him also At a loss for once... "
…
The sound of artillery fire from the No. 2 high ground gradually subsided, and in the command post, information about the battle situation on the front line was constantly being collected in front of Gao Wen.
Overall, the battle situation is developing according to the predetermined plan. When those cluster giants turned into frantic monsters, the things Cecil's Legion had to consider became a little easier—monsters that lacked command and tactics naturally lacked change. As long as there are no major mistakes, good tactics can basically conform to the deduction, and as commanders at all levels and soldiers become more and more adapted to this battlefield, it can be said that the situation will not change significantly.
Over the magic net terminal next to the map table, Philip's bust is emerging on the holographic projection: "... we are already close to the corridor of the valley, and we can reach the San Sunil area as soon as tomorrow..."
"Very good," Gao Wen nodded with satisfaction, and his tone was full of approval—the originally scheduled rendezvous time was actually three days later, but the main force on the ground led by Philip abruptly moved two days earlier, which further ensured the smoothness of the battle situation. The balance is tilted to one's own side, "But how can you be so fast?"
"The enemy's counterattack was weaker than expected. It seems that a large number of monsters that were wandering in the middle of the plain have been attracted to the San Sunil area," Philip explained, "However, we still have enough firepower blockade points along the way. You can rest assured on that."
Gao Wen nodded, and then exchanged a few words of information about the battle situation with Philip, and then ended the communication.
The north-south blockade is finally closing.
He breathed a little, feeling a little relaxed in his heart, then turned his head, wanting to discuss with Victoria next to him about the arrangements for entering the capital, but before he could speak, he heard Amber's voice not far away :
"You said that you are a messenger, and you are a messenger—you still hide when you deliver a letter, and you still hide with your ability?!"
Gawain raised his head curiously, and saw Amber dragging a person towards this side, and the one who was dragged by her arm with an embarrassed face was a young man wearing black light leather armor with a somewhat familiar face. man.
Victoria, who was standing next to him, recognized the man's identity at first sight: "Raven?"
Only then did Gao Wen suddenly remember the identity of the other party - this is an old friend.
A royal shadow guard who doesn't know how to whirlwind with a two-handed sword.
"I caught him outside the camp, and he sneaked over, and I kicked him out of the shadow world," Amber pushed the raven towards Gawain, and said with her head on her hips, "he Said he was here to deliver a letter."
"Raven, what letter are you here to deliver?" Victoria immediately frowned and asked the Royal Shadow Guard in front of her.
Raven first glanced at Victoria, then at Amber helplessly, and finally bowed his head in front of Gawain, and said respectfully: "I have a letter from the king, and I will give it to Duke Gawain Cecil. "
While speaking, the Royal Shadow Guard took out a letter from his closet and handed it to Gao Wen in front of him.
Gao Wen took the letter with the seal of Ansu royal family's wax paint, curious about what was inside - although the southern battlefield of San Sunil was basically cleared at this moment, a royal shadow guard came across the war zone to Serbia alone. The Sier camp is still not a simple matter. What kind of emergency situation requires Anzu's new king to contact him in this way
He opened the letter and saw that there was only a simple sentence on it:
"The Crow Terrace has been corrupted and polluted. Please help Duke Cecil to clean it up—Wales Moen."
Gao Wen's eyes froze. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly put down the letter and looked at the Royal Shadow Guard in front of him: "Besides, what else did your king tell you?"
"He has something to tell you," Raven repeated Welsh Moen's words, "He said he put a ball of thread there."
"..."
Victoria saw the contents of the letter and heard Raven's words. She didn't know what the so-called "ball of thread" meant, but based on guesswork and intuition, she already vaguely realized what Wales was doing.
She looked at Gawain suddenly: "Duke Cecil..."
"Your king, you have given me a problem." Gawain sighed softly, and glanced at the letter in his hand again.
This letter did not have any "burn after reading" seal, it was still lying intact in Gao Wen's hand, every word on it was clear and sharp.
This is a difficult problem, and perhaps it is also an observation. Gawain seemed to see the eyes of Welsh Moen behind this thin letter paper.
Those eyes were full of scrutiny.
Amber also saw the content of the letter, and after a moment of reaction, the goose let out an exclamation: "... Oh my god."
Immediately afterwards she said: "Be careful, this might be a conspiracy, he lied to you, what do you call it... borrowing a knife or something..."
"Actually, I don't mind if this is a conspiracy or not," Gawain looked at Amber, "but I really need to confirm the situation on the Crow Terrace—to inform Jinna and let her take off."
Then he looked at Victoria with a complicated expression: "Let's wait here."
They didn't have to wait long, and the aerial reconnaissance footage from the Griffin Knight was quickly transmitted to the command post.
Armored griffins flit across the crow mesa, and a field of brightly colored flags and emblems dances in the wind.
Gawain and Victoria stood in front of the magic net terminal, looking at the holographic image displayed on it, Gawain asked softly, "Do you know each other?"
In a trance, Victoria seemed to have returned to her girlhood again, and once again felt the tension and fear that she had when she stood beside her father. Even a short question from Gawain made her feel heavy pressure, and she couldn't bear it. Zhu took a light breath before replying, "I know."
"What's your evaluation?"
"... Duke Cecil, you are making a terrible decision that will..."
Gao Wen just calmly repeated his question: "What is your evaluation?"
The scene she recalled not long ago suddenly reappeared in Victoria's mind, recalling the question her father once asked herself:
“…if pruning, fertilizing, watering, and pesticides don’t work, what do you do?”
She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, the icy Grand Duke of Ice and Snow seemed to have returned.
"It should all be removed."
"very good."
Gawain nodded, and turned to the commander nearby.
"The Crow Mesa is polluted, cleanse it."
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