Vol 2 Chapter 563: Blazing blood

Chapter 563 Blazing Blood
On the Yuqian long table, Taylors exhaled softly in silence.
No war is isolated.
Surier ’s atrocities two decades ago led to the resistance Exeter faced twenty years later.
The victory 20 years ago leads to the failure 20 years later.
The second prince remembered the old crow again:
[Before you make up your mind to go to war, I think, should I think first: can this really achieve your purpose? How many unexpected things will happen from this? What are the additional consequences? What does it mark in the longer-term future? How to calculate the impact on both of you? 】
In the Yuqian meeting room, Thordor hummed and broke the silence:
"In this way, the supply is not smooth, and the troops collecting food are slow."
"The siege is not good, and the efficiency of the siege has repeatedly been delayed."
"And the female Grand Duke of Longxiao City is still unclear about life and death. With the return of the Dragon Gun banner, there are still only defeated soldiers, and there are rumors.
Life and death are unknown.
Tells tried his best to adjust his breathing.
After listening to the revenge between Prince Suril and the Freedom League, he suddenly realized that once Selma fell into the hands of the Freedom League ...
Do not.
Tells forced himself not to think about the worst possible.
Thoreau's words stopped for a moment, and he beckoned the secret man standing aside to continue.
The latter nodded:
"After that, we found some, and also guessed some: the high-level people of the Northland should have a quarrel."
The emperors and emperors looked at each other.
"The nobles in the guarding city sprang back, but praying for Grand Duke Yuan, and the proud Kurikun Ronnie, he threatened his allies not to retreat, claiming that he would once again mobilize troops from the country to help the front, unsuccessful Chengren. "
"The generals are at odds, and it's ugly on both sides."
There was another poem in the memory fragments of the long memory of Tells:
[Snobbery is controversial, heirs are still in conflict with each other. 】
Thoreau sighed and interjected:
"And this is their third mistake."
Perhaps it was emotion before. The bureaucrats here heard that Exeter's faint move was no longer fluctuating.
The secret-faced scared man said calmly:
"Until a certain day, the flag of the Commas Alliance has risen in the city of the Freedom League."
When this statement came out, everyone was suspicious.
"Commas?"
Gilbert opened his mouth in surprise, then shook his head decisively:
"impossible!"
"Well, it seems impossible now."
Thoreau frowned:
"But the news has played its part: since then, rumors that Camus intervened in the battle have spread in the Northland military barracks, and it is useless for the coach to squeeze."
"On the other side, the soldiers and civilians of the Fort Freedom who are struggling to support are very impressed by the imminent assistance. They are full of confidence."
"This is changing, the enemy is shaking ..."
Thoreau slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing:
"Northerners' total failure."
"From then on."
Tells looked at the war on the map and felt something.
In the next second, Thoreau's language hurried!
"Under the rumours, an aristocrat who was not willing to take the risk of guarding the city abandoned the camp in the early morning and started to retreat."
"Maybe he was just out of anger and wanted to change the defense zone, or to exchange land for food, of course, it is not ruled out as a spy ..."
Each piece of white chess moves under the hands of the military adviser, leaving the original area.
"However, taking him as an example, thanks to the previous disharmony with Qiyuan City, a considerable part of the guardian of the guardian city, without notifying the friendly army, followed him to retreat, and the entire front was deformed."
Tells frowned tightly: the white pawns, which were connected together in the center of Freedom Castle, gradually spread out, revealing an increasing gap.
It's like the armor of a hundred battles that has been hacked finally can't stand it, and it breaks apart.
Thordor Reid patted the long table with a palm, and his face was blue:
"This led to ten miles away, on the front line of the siege, and the tired but self-supporting army of Qiyuan City, unconsciously, lost the guard and assistance of the flank."
"Expose the weakness of the abdomen and back completely to the enemy's reach!"
As the war progressed, the ministers who listened to the military situation were equally serious and nervous.
"Maybe the communication is only two hours poor, maybe the northern window of the flaw is only sixty minutes, but remember the ace of the Liberty League?"
Thoreau stretched out his hand and retrieved the black knight from outside the field. When he released his hand, it had already appeared in front of the battle of White Chess, as if ghostly haunting.
"After clever victory over Longxiao City, they disappeared for a long time and reappeared, seizing this window."
The military adviser gritted his teeth as if he were going through this war:
"Morning fog did not disperse. They cooperated with the remnants of the Freedom Castle inside and outside and successfully attacked."
Thoreau's language is very simple, but Taylors can only imagine the fierceness and cruelty of that day.
"Waiting to withdraw from the defensive city received a higher order and responded, forcing the whole army to stop retreating," Soduo sighed, slowly reached out his hand, and dialed the unstoppable white chess position. Chaos:
"The low morale of Qiyuan City was hit by enemies in the back and fought hurriedly. In the end, the defeat of the Xishan Mountain was difficult."
The voice fell and there was silence.
"Too ridiculous!"
Viscount Connie couldn't help complaining:
"How can the Northlanders be so stupid!"
Tells listened to these words and was in a mixed mood.
"Because we are sitting here and watching them." Duke Cullen said slowly, but the tone was rare and solemn.
Viscount Connie was dumb for a while.
"and then?"
Treasurer, Joker Man calculated to ask:
"The army guarding the city is still intact. Although the combat power is not as good as Qiyuan City, it should not be underestimated. The defeat is only a corner of the battlefield.
But Thordo interrupted him with the next words.
"The leaders of the guarding city knew that they had made a big mistake, and they were eager to remedy and made a decision."
"It's not to withdraw the defense and stabilize the front."
The military adviser is no longer distressed, and he narrates the military situation expressionlessly, pushing the white chessmen representing the guard city one by one:
"Instead of returning to the battlefield of the division to rescue colleagues."
As soon as this remark came out, some of the monarchs were frowning and contemplating, and some realized.
"It's the righteousness." Viscount Connie muttered.
Thordor Red looked up suddenly!
His eyes turned to everyone:
"That's their fourth mistake."
Viscount Connie frowned.
Thoreau bowed his head and gathered the black chess in Freedom Castle and the knight outside:
"The strategy of the Freedom Alliance is diametrically opposed to the two decades: after the victory, they did not seek to decapitate the enemy when chasing the enemy, they just wanted to be mobile and flexible, drive out most of them, and attack the elite."
"So, when the banner of the Defence City rushed to the battlefield ..."
At the next moment, Tells watched the fallen white pawns being pulled together, sweeping towards the still standing white chess pieces.
An ominous hunch struck my heart.
"The tens of thousands of defeated soldiers in Qiyuan City still have most of them, but they all lost their helmets and removed their armor. They retreated or fled all the way, and they were vast and unstoppable."
"They are like the flood tide after the rainstorm, which irresistibly broke the guard city."
Thoreau's hand no longer moved accurately, but opened wide and wide, sweeping the chaotic white chess piece to the east.
"What's more terrifying is that under hunger and fatigue, the despair and fear of failure is like a plague. As the defeated soldiers spread into the guarded city army, causing blind obedience and barracks, many people died before they saw the enemy. Stepping on internal strife. "
Thoreau's voice dimmed:
"Amidst the chaos, guard the city-the last hope of the northerners, and even a few decent battles have not been fought out, they are defeated in a muddle."
"The people of the North are dead and wounded, and the whole army is retreating. They flee day and night, and even hundreds of miles have failed to stabilize the front."
"There are also unyielding Exeter aristocrats on the way, trying to gather the soldiers and make a final stroke, but Xiaoyong loses to the general trend and does not help."
Teres was silent. He seemed to return to the night of the Dragon's Blood, watching the White Blade Guards who knew that they were dying. They raised their swords for the last time, launched a counterattack on the black sand collar, and broke off for him and Xiaohua.
Somehow, Exeter was a very high-threatening enemy country, but when he saw them defeated so vainly, he had an unexplainable tightness and discomfort.
As if seeing a hero with shortness of breath, the hero fell into distress.
And he realized that he was not alone in the scene.
"How could this be?"
Gilbert spoke quietly, as if immersed in the past, feeling sad:
"Invincible Northlanders, actually ... failed?"
But a deep voice quickly interrupted him and made everyone's heart tighten.
"Do not."
"They are far from 'invincible.'"
At the end of the long table, the Iron Fist King showed a pair of cold eyes in the backlight:
"just……"
"Incapable of enemy."
The king spoke without anger, and the former ministers were speechless for a moment.
Incapable of enemies.
Thinking of the truth behind "Dragon Blood", Tells felt sad.
If there is confusion in yesterday ’s news and it cannot be confirmed, there is still a silver lining.
Today, now, the battle report in full detail in Ballard's room told him clearly:
The Northlanders were defeated.
Defeated.
There is no room and turn around.
"Xinghui."
Duke Cullen's eyes flashed, thinking about breaking the silence:
"I think of it. Their strategy to deal with Yankees, including avoiding sharp edges and fighting logistic supplies, is the Duke of Star Lake ... cough, sorry, the star regiment of the 'former' Star Lake Duke."
Starlight Legion.
The crowd frowned, and even the king was no exception.
Thoreau turned his head and nodded to the secret agent.
The scar-faced man stepped forward again, bowed his head, and reported his news:
"According to the latest information, the leader who leads the Freedom Alliance, who is elite and captive of Longxiao City's coach, named Ivan Polado, is a young customer, and he has not reached his twenties this year."
Gilbert raised his eyebrows:
"Guest? So young?"
Scarface man nodded:
"His father died in a political struggle in the North Sea Kingdom, and he had to flee to Freedom Castle to take refuge and become a small city defense captain."
"While the Exeter army was under pressure, everyone in the Fort Liberty fled in panic, and no one dared to take the lead. When Ivan Polado took the initiative, he was granted the current position."
Hearing this, Thales remembered the news the Duke of Iris had given him last night:
[The Free Alliance in desperation seeks every means to survive, regardless of dignity and cost, regardless of origin or past, and eagerly seeks people with lofty ideals to join in the just struggle. 】
"Beihai Kingdom ..."
The king pondered:
"It's a barren country north of Commas, chaotic in the country, and tyrannical by the king, with only one idiot son as heir at his knee?
The secret agent spies again:
"Exactly, Your Majesty."
The king nodded, wondering what.
"The Kingdom of the North Sea, Ivan Polado."
"Although the country is small, it can also cultivate talents."
Juke Mann sighed:
"He defeated Exeter in this battle, and will definitely shake Westland and become famous in one battle."
Gilbert calmed his emotions. He smiled softly and looked at Tyles intentionally or unintentionally:
"It can be said that the current situation makes heroes, and heroes are young."
On the other side, the military adviser Thoreau re-voiced to attract everyone's attention.
"But in my opinion, the most crucial part of this campaign is not Pollardo and his rearing troops."
Thoreau's palm glanced at countless fallen or standing chess pieces, gently covering the city on the map.
"And at Fort Liberty."
"It was the free castle inside that was empty. With the elite old and weak soldiers who were pulled out, they blocked Exeter's siege army, and finally led the soldiers out of the city to fight together and repel the northerners."
"For a few months, they dragged the heaviest edge, carried the fiercest offensive, and attracted the majority of the attention of the enemy. Only then did this classic battle, which was doomed to be weak and strong, destined to last in history."
I didn't think that at first, but when Soduo made this remark, everyone in the Yuqian meeting felt something unusual.
Thoreau looked at the scarred man from the secret department, who again pulled out a few pages of information:
"In the Freedom Castle, the general who commanded the city was over forty years old and was a star person."
Everyone was startled.
The stars?
The scar-faced man raised his head and reported a name:
"'Anvil' Josh Kenya."
The Yuqian meeting was quiet for a moment, and everyone was wondering.
Until the king suddenly sounded.
"anvil?"
King Kessel looked up:
"This nickname ... sounds familiar."
The secret agent's spies were not in a hurry, and nodded and admitted:
"Yes, Kenya is a private soldier from the Can Sing family. He was once a combat officer of the Xinghui Legion and a flower of the fortress, the former deputy of Lord Sonia Sutherley.
"It used to be Duke John ... personal guard."
"And the fugitive of the kingdom."
As soon as this remark came out, there was a small disturbance in Ballard's room.
The deputy of the fortress flower ...
Tells was suspicious and remembered the veteran Gerard who had served him.
"It turned out to be the case, so the commander of the Freedom League was the general of the former Starlight Legion."
Prime Minister Cullen had his doubts cleared, and he suddenly looked:
"No wonder the war is familiar from beginning to end."
But King Kessel frowned, and his focus was obviously different:
"Fugitive? What crime did he commit?"
The scar-faced man picked up the information and glanced at it again.
Until Gilbert coughed, he lowered his voice and said:
"Your Majesty, have you forgotten?"
"After you crowned the throne, Josh Kenya turned against him, not only disobedience, but also falsely accused that the real murderer who killed Duke John was ..."
He didn't go on.
All the ministers bowed their heads in silence.
The King thought deeply:
"Oh."
The secret-faced scared man coughed and brought this embarrassment as soon as possible:
"In short, we are investigating Kenya ’s movements over the past few years and the reasons for its sudden appearance in this war."
Kessel nodded.
"So, is this the battlefield?"
Thordor exhaled heavily, as if to exhaust all the depression that brought him to this war.
"Yes."
The military adviser snorted, and he casually threw away the last white chess in his hand, seemingly ironic or indignant:
"Qiyuan City suffered a betrayal and humiliated defeat."
"Stop the city tactical mistakes, it is difficult to rectify the situation."
"Long Xiaocheng lost its main heart early, and the military's heart was broken. It was useless."
Taylors lowered his head, pretending to massage his forehead, and closed his eyes at an angle no one saw.
Small slider.
Selma.
The Grand Duke of Longxiao City.
Lost and chaotic army.
Life and death are unknown.
In front of him was the girl who was walking towards the throne carefully but could not even lean on the armrests of the seat.
The young man felt a pain.
He put her in this position.
But the situation is so erosive, the reality is broken, the fate is so cruel ...
Taylors clenched his fists unconsciously, sobbing at the same time as his heart.
Who can save her?
Can anyone help her?
Can anyone ...
Protect her?
"So, above the battlefield," the king's voice sounded faintly, as if it were still cold, so that Taylors' unbearable mood cooled again:
"The general trend is gone, the defeated northerners ..."
Thales rubbed his forehead and concealed his mood, just wanting the imperial meeting to end quickly.
It is unbelievable that when he was worried about the ridiculous event of banquet and wine glasses here, his friends were in trouble and robbed, suffering a terrible fate.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel the guilt and pain in his heart.
But the king ’s voice continued to be heard, which was disturbing:
"How did they come later ..."
"What about defeating defeat?"
Tells opened his eyes suddenly!
At that moment, his thoughts even froze.
What, what?
Northlanders, defeat to defeat?
how……
Prince Tells gently lowered his fingers.
He held his head upright, expressionless.
I saw that at the Yuqian meeting, there were no surprises among the princes here, but they were equally puzzled about this issue.
They are not surprised.
That means……
That means the result of the war ...
Taylors controlled his breath and pressed his knee to his left hand, not looking at Gilbert's worried expression.
"of course."
Thordor Reid nodded solemnly. He reached out his hand and moved towards the pile of untidy white chess.
Thales's eyes pinned to his hands.
As if there is truth in the world.
The military adviser gently picked up a white pawn.
Put it back on the chaotic map, the most prominent position.
At that moment, Tyers suddenly recognized:
That is a ...
White queen.
"The Grand Duke of Longxiao City, who was lost in the chaotic army and whose whereabouts are unknown."
Tyres' breathing was stagnant.
"Thelma Alex Walton."
At the Yuqian meeting, everyone here listened carefully to the words of the military adviser and the latter's tone of surprise and emotion.
"We don't know what happened in the meantime."
Thoreau gritted his teeth, it seemed difficult to understand what he was about to say:
"But when she appeared again and miraculously reversed the situation ..."
"Whether the army or the people, whether the enemy or their own people ..."
"Everyone, call her—"
In the Ballard room of the Renaissance Palace, the military adviser of the royal family, Thordor Reid, looked at the proud white queen on the map, with unspeakable fear and dignity in his language:
"Blazing True Dragon."
The voice fell.
At that moment, under the doubtful eyes of everyone, time seemed to be still.
Blazing ... Real dragon?
Tells stared staringly at the white chess, unable to recover for a long time.
No, Tells, you ridiculous idiot.
You are wrong.
This white chess ...
A small voice sounded in the heart of Duke Xinghu, as if to mock his stupidity and self-righteousness:
She is not a queen.
No.
She is white--
queen.
Zhang Weili NB!
(End of this chapter)