Vol 2 Chapter 561: Blazing Blood

Chapter 561: Blazing Blood
On the long table before the imperial palace, Tyres exhaled softly in silence.
No war is isolated.
Surir's atrocities twenty years ago led to resistance that Exeter faced two decades later.
Twenty years ago victory led to failure twenty years later.
The second prince remembered the words of the old crow again:
[Before you are determined to go to war, I think, should you think about it first: Does this really achieve your purpose? How many unexpected things can happen from this? What are the additional consequences? What does it signify in the longer term? How should the impact on both of you be calculated? 】
In the imperial conference room, Sodor hummed and broke the silence:
"That's it, supplies are not smooth, and the troops collecting food are progressing slowly."
"The siege is unfavorable, and the efficiency of the siege has been repeatedly delayed."
"The Grand Duchess of Longxiao City is still unknown. With the return of the Dragon Gun Banner, there are still only defeated soldiers. There are rumors.
Life and death are unknown.
Thiels tried to adjust his breathing.
After listening to the vengeance of Prince Suriel and the Freedom League, he suddenly realized that once Selma fell into the hands of the Freedom League ...
Do not.
Thiels forced himself not to think about the worst possible.
Sodor's words paused, motioning to the mysterious man standing aside to continue.
The latter nodded:
"After that, we probed and guessed: the seniors of the Northland people should have quarreled."
The imperial ancestors looked at each other.
"The aristocrats who guarded the city retreated, but prayed to Grand Duke Yuancheng and proud Curry Kun Roni, who threatened his allies not to retreat, claiming to mobilize troops from the country once again to aid the front line. Chengren. "
"The generals are at odds with each other.
As soon as Taylor's mind moved, another piece of poetry emerged from the shard of long memory:
[Snobbery makes people contend, and I also fight each other. 】
Thoreau sighed and interjected:
"And this is their third mistake."
Perhaps it was the feeling before, that the officials present here no longer fluctuated when hearing Exeter's faintness.
The mysterious scar face man calmly said:
"Until one day, the flag of the Commas Alliance rose over the city of the Liberty League."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in doubt.
"Commas?"
Gilbert opened his mouth in surprise, then shook his head decisively:
"impossible!"
"Well, it seems impossible now."
Thoreau frowned:
"But the news served its purpose: since then, rumors of Commas intervening in the battle have spread in the Northland barracks, and it is useless for the coach to bomb."
"On the other side, the soldiers and civilians in Fort Liberty, who were struggling to support them, were imminent. They were very encouraged and confident."
"While the other will disappear, the enemy will shake me up ..."
Sodor slowly raised his head, his eyes flashed:
"A total failure of the Northlanders."
"Since then."
Tyers looked at the battle on the map and felt something.
The next second, Sodor's language hurried!
"Under the rumors, a noble guarding city noble who was unwilling to take risks and abandoned his camp in the early morning to take the lead."
"Maybe he is just frustrated and wants to change the defense area or change the land to collect food. Of course, it is not ruled out that he is a spy ..."
White chess moves under the military adviser's hands, leaving the original area.
"However, taking him as an example, and thanks to his previous mischief with Qiyuan City, a considerable part of the Lord of the Guarded City, followed him to retreat without notifying his allies, and deformed the entire front.
Thiers frowned tightly: centering on Fort Liberty, the pieces of white pawns gradually spread out, revealing a growing gap.
It was like the armor of hundreds of battles that had undergone the chopping was finally unbearable, and the rift broke.
Thoreau Reid photographed the long table with a palm of his hand:
"This led to ten miles away, on the front line of the siege, tired and unreliable Qiyuan city forces, without knowing it, lost their flanking alertness and assistance."
"Exposing the soft underbelly to the enemy's reach!"
The battle progressed, and the ministers who listened to the military situation were equally serious and nervous.
"Maybe communication is only two hours, maybe the flawed window of the Northlanders is only sixty minutes, but remember the ace of the Liberty League?"
Sodor stretched out his hand and retrieved the black knight from the field. When he released his hand, it appeared before White's front, as if a ghost was haunted.
"After defeating Dragon Sky City, they disappeared for a long time and reappeared, seizing this window."
The military consultant gritted his teeth as if going through this war:
"The morning fog has not dispersed. They cooperated with the remnants of the Freedom Fortress inside and outside and successfully assaulted."
Thoreau's words were simple, but Taylor could only imagine the fierce and cruel day.
"When the retreating garrison received a higher order, and reacted, forcing the entire army to stop retreating," Thoreau sighed, stretched out his hand slowly, and turned the original unstoppable white battle Mess:
"Qiyuan City, whose morale was low, suffered an enemy on the back and fought hurriedly. Eventually, the situation was thin and the defeat was inevitable."
The voice fell and it was silent.
"It's ridiculous!"
Viscount Connie couldn't help complaining:
"How can Northlanders be so stupid!"
Listening to these words, Thiels was in a mixed mood.
"Because we are sitting here and watching them." Duke Coulomb said slowly, but with a rare sense of solemnity in his tone.
Viscount Connie was dumb.
"and then?"
Treasurer, Joko Mann, calculated, asking:
"The army guarding the city is still intact. Although its combat power is not as good as that of Qiyuan City, it should not be underestimated. The defeat is only a battlefield battle. It should ..."
But Soto interrupted him.
"The leaders of the Watchtower City knew that they had made a big mistake, and they were anxious to remedy and made a decision."
"It's not a back-off fortification and a stable front."
The military adviser is no longer distressed. He described the military situation with no expression, and pushed forward the white chess representatives representing the watch city one by one:
"Rather return to the battlefield and rescue colleagues."
As soon as this remark came out, the princes in this room partly frowned and partly realized.
"It's about morality," muttered Viscount Connie.
Thoreau Reid looked up!
His eyes glanced at everyone:
"That was their fourth mistake."
Viscount Conney frowned.
Sodor bowed his head and gathered the blacks in Liberty Castle and the knights outside the castle:
"The strategy of the Liberty League is completely the opposite of two decades: after winning the war, they do not seek more beheading when chasing the enemy forces. They only want to be mobile and flexible, drive most of them, and attack the elite."
"So, when the banner of the watch city came to the battlefield ..."
The next moment, Taylor watched as the fallen white pieces were drawn together, and swept towards those white pieces that were still standing.
An ominous premonition hit my heart.
"The tens of thousands of defeated soldiers in Qiyuan City still have a large part of them, but they all lost their helmets and armors, and retreated or ran away all the way.
"They are like the flood tide after the rainstorm, which irresistibly defeated the battlefield of the garrison."
Soto's hand no longer moves precisely, but opens and closes, sweeping chaotic white into the east.
"What's more terrible is that under hunger and fatigue, the despair and fear of failure is like a plague. As the defeated soldiers spread to the city guards, causing blind obedience and camp terror, many people died before seeing the enemy Stomp inside. "
Thoreau's voice faded:
"In chaos, watch the city-the last hope of the Northlanders, even without a few decent battles, they were defeated in a dim manner."
"The Northlanders were dead and wounded, the army rushed back and forth, fleeing day and night, and even withdrawing hundreds of miles failed to stabilize the front."
"There were also unyielding Exeter aristocrats on the way, trying to gather the generals for a final fight, but Xiaoyong lost the situation and did nothing."
Thiersmo remained silent, as if returning to the night of Dragon Blood, watching the last time the White Blade Guards who knew they were going to die raised their swords and launched a chargeback on the position of Black Sand Collar, breaking off for him and Xiao Shou.
For some reason, Exeter is obviously a highly threatening enemy, but seeing them so defeated, he has an unexplainable chest tightness and uncomfortableness.
As if to see heroes short of breath, heroes are killed.
And he noticed that it wasn't just him who felt this way.
"How can this be?"
Gilbert spoke quietly, as if immersed in the past, feeling sad:
"The invincible Northlander, that's why ... failed?"
But a deep voice quickly interrupted him and made everyone's heart more tense.
"Do not."
"They are far from 'unbeatable.'"
At the end of the long table, the Iron Fist King revealed a pair of cold eyes in the backlight:
"just……"
"Incompetent."
The king spoke without anger, and the former royal ministers were speechless for a moment.
Incompetent.
Thinking of the truth behind "Dragon Blood", Taylor felt sad.
If there is still confusion in yesterday's news, there is still a glimmer of hope.
Today, now, the war report in place in Ballard's room tells him plainly:
The Northlanders were defeated.
Defeated.
There is no room and turn around.
"Xinghui."
Duke Coulomb's eyes flashed, thinking about breaking the silence:
"I remember, their strategy to deal with Yankees, including avoiding sharp edges and combating logistics supplies, is the Duke of Xinghu, the division ... Ah, sorry,‘ former ’Duke of Xinghu ’s Xinghui Army.

Xinghui Legion.
Everyone frowned, even the king.
Sodor turned his head and nodded to the mysterious spy.
The Scarface Man stepped forward again, bowed down, and reported his news:
"According to the latest information, for the Liberal League, the general who led the elaborate, captive Longxiao City coach, named Ivan Pollado, is a young guest who has not yet reached twenty this year.
Gilbert raised an eyebrow:
"Passenger? So young?"
The scarfaced man frowned:
"His father died in a political struggle in the Kingdom of the North Sea. He had to flee to Fort Liberty to become a small captain of the city defense."
"And when the army of Exeter was under pressure, everyone in the Fort Liberty fled in astonishment, and no one dared to take the lead. Ivan Pollado took the initiative to ask him and was granted his current position."
Hearing here, Taylor thought of the message the Duke of Iris gave him last night:
[The desperate Liberty Alliance is doing everything possible to survive, regardless of dignity and regardless of cost. Regardless of their origins, they do not look at the past, and eagerly ask all people with lofty ideals to join the just struggle. 】
"The Kingdom of the North Sea ..."
The King groaned:
"Is that barren country north of Comas, the country is chaotic, the king is tyrannical, and there is only one idiot son under his knees as heir?"
The mystery spy bowed again:
"Exactly, Your Majesty."
The king nodded, thinking about something.
"The Kingdom of the North Sea, Ivan Pollado."
"Although the kingdom is small, it can also cultivate talents."
Joco Man sighed:
"He defeated Exeter in this campaign, and it is bound to shake Xilu and become famous in the First World War."
Gilbert reconciled, and he smiled slightly, looking at Tyres intentionally or unintentionally:
"It can be said that the times make heroes, and heroes make teenagers."
On the other side, the military adviser Sodor revoked to attract everyone's attention.
"But in my opinion, the most crucial part of this campaign is not Pollado and his detours."
Zordor's palm swept across countless fallen or standing chess pieces, gently covering the city on the map.
"And in Fort Liberty."
"It is the inner fortress of Liberty. With the elitist old and weak soldiers drawn out, he blocked Exeter's siege army, and finally led his troops out of the city to make a siege and repel the northerners.
"In a few months, they dragged on the strongest front, carried the fiercest offensive, and attracted the majority of the attention of the enemy. Only then did they achieve this classic battle of weakness and strength, destined forever in history."
Originally, I didn't feel it, but as soon as Soto made this statement, everyone in the Imperial Conference felt something unusual.
Thoreau looked at the Scarface Man from Mystery, who again extracted a few pages of information:
"In Fort Liberty, the general who commanded the city guards was over forty years old and a star."
Everyone froze.
Star person?
Scarface man looked up and reported a name:
"'Anvil' Josh Kenya."
The Yuqian meeting was quiet for a moment, and everyone was wondering.
Until the king suddenly spoke.
"anvil?"
King Kessel looked up:
"This nickname ... sounds familiar."
The secret agent's spy was not panic, and the head admits:
"Yes, Kenya ’s personal soldier from the Canstar family was once one of the Star Warrior's combat officers, the flower of the fortress, and former deputy of Lord Sonia Sutherley."
"It was Duke John ... to be close and personal."
"And the fugitives of the kingdom."
As soon as this remark was made, Ballard's room started a small commotion.
Her Majesty's Deputy Hand ...
Taylor was stunned, remembering Gerald the veteran who had served him.
"That's the case, so the commander of the Freedom League is the general of the former Xinghui Legion."
Prime Minister Coulomb's questions were resolved, and his face looked blank:
"No wonder this war has a familiar taste from beginning to end."
But King Kessel frowned, and his concerns were obviously different:
"Fugitive? What crime did he commit?"
The scarfaced man picked up the information and stared at it for a while and then stopped.
Until Gilbert coughed and lowered his voice:
"Sir, have you forgotten?"
"After you crowned the throne, Josh Kenyan rebelled.
He did not go on.
The ministers also bowed their heads and murmured.
The King thoughtfully:
"Oh."
The mysterious scar face man coughed, and brought this embarrassment as soon as possible:
"In short, we are investigating what Kenya has done in recent years and why it has suddenly appeared in this war."
Kesel nodded.
"So, is this the battlefield?"
Thoreau exhaled heavily, seeming to drain all the depression that this war had brought him.
"Yes."
The military adviser hummed, and he threw away the last white ball in his hands, seemingly ironic and furious:
"Qi Yuancheng was betrayed and shamefully defeated."
"The tactical mistakes of Siege City make it difficult to reverse the situation."
"Long Xiaocheng lost its mainstay early, and the army's heart was scattered and unusable."
Tyers lowered his head, pretending to massage his forehead, and closed his eyes at an angle nobody could see.
Little slider.
Thelma.
Grand Duchess of Longxiao City.
Lost chaos.
Life and death are unknown.
In front of him was the girl who walked carefully to the throne, but could not even lean on the armrests of the seat.
The teenager felt a pain in his heart.
He sent her to this position.
But the situation is so eroded, reality is so broken, and destiny is so cruel ...
Taylor's fist clenched unknowingly, sobbing at the same time as his heart.
Can anyone save her?
Can anyone help her?
Can anyone ...
Protect her?
"Then, on the battlefield," the King's voice murmured, cold and still, which cooled Taylor's uncomfortable mood again:
"The general situation is gone, the Northlanders who have been losing ground ..."
Thiels rubbed his forehead, covering up his mood, just wishing this imperial conference to end quickly.
It's unbelievable that when he was here to worry about such a ridiculous thing as a banquet wine glass, his friend was in danger of being robbed and suffering a terrible fate.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help the guilt and pain in his heart.
But the king's voice continued to irritate him:
"How did they later ..."
"What about defeating defeat?"
Thiels opened his eyes suddenly!
At that moment, his thoughts even froze.
Wh, what?
Northlanders, turn defeat into victory?
how……
Prince Taylor lowered his forehead gently.
He looked up squarely, expressionless.
I saw no surprises among the princes at the Yuqian meeting, but just wondered about this issue.
They are not surprised.
That means……
That is to say, the result of the war ...
Thiels controlled his breathing, holding his knee tightly in his left hand, without looking at Gilbert's worried expression.
"of course."
Soto Reid nodded solemnly, and he reached out his hand and moved to the pile of white embarrassing white balls.
Taylor's gaze was nailed to his hand.
As if there is truth in the world.
The military adviser gently provoked a white pawn.
Put it back on the messy map, the most conspicuous location.
At that moment, Thales suddenly recognized:
That's one ...
White Queen.
"The Grand Duchess of Longxiao City, who was lost in the chaos and whose whereabouts are unknown."
Taylor's breathing was stagnant.
"Selma Alex Walton."
At the Imperial Conference, everyone in the audience listened carefully to the words of the military adviser, listening to the latter's tone of surprise and emotion.
"We don't know what happened."
Sodor gritted his teeth, and it seemed difficult to understand what he was about to say:
"But when she appeared again, miraculously reversed the situation ..."
"Whether it is the army or the people, the enemy or its own ..."
"Everyone calls her--"
In the Ballard room of the Revival Palace, the military adviser of the royal family, Sodor Reid, looked at the proud white queen on the map, with unspeakable fear and dignity in his words:
"Blazing True Dragon."
The voice fell.
At that moment, in the eyes of everyone's doubts, time seemed to stand still.
Blazing Blood ... True Dragon?
Tyers stared at the white chess stupefyingly for a long time.
No, Taylor, you ridiculous stupid.
You are wrong.
This white ...
A small voice sounded in the heart of the Duke of Xinghu, as if to laugh at his stupidity and self-righteousness:
She is not a queen.
No.
She is white--
queen.
Zhang Weili NB!
(End of this chapter)