A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The author has something to say: Sorry, the reason why the previous ten chapters were revised was because I accidentally wrote the wrong name of the slave general.

So I had to modify everything

_(:3∠)_

I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to go to work…

The rain was still falling, soaking the whole world with moisture. The water level of the moat surrounding the royal city had dropped a lot because the Gastad people had cut off the flow. Now, after the heavy rain, it rose again, but the water surface became more and more turbid.

In the room, Heimos stood by the window, and the pattering raindrops drifted in with the wind and fell on his dark hair.

He stretched out his hand, and the rain soon wet his hand.

Although my hands were soaked, I didn't feel cold. The rain even brought a little warmth.

"Spring has begun."

An old general wearing armor stood on one side and expressed such emotion.

Aaron Landis' winter is always short and goes by in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, spring has returned to the earth with the warm spring rain.

The veteran looked at the falling spring rain outside the window, feeling a little lost for a moment.

It wasn't until Heimos turned around and turned his gaze over that he came back to his senses and smiled to himself.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, as people get older, they tend to be sad and sad...sigh..."

The veteran sighed.

He was the cavalry commander Novi who stayed in the royal city. He had followed the previous king on the battlefield since he was young. After the death of the previous king, he followed King Camos. He was later promoted to cavalry commander and commanded the third legion.

I thought that in old age, I could retire peacefully, hand over the command of the Third Army to young people, and live out my days quietly, but who knows...

That battle.

That fiasco.

The faith of the Aaron Landis fell.

It makes all Aaron Landis people unforgettable and miserable.

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Facing the approaching Gastad people, Novi had no time to grieve. He knew that only by desperately defending the royal city could he comfort King Camos' spirit in heaven.

He has long been prepared to live and die with the royal city.

For more than ten days, under the fierce attack of Gastad's army, the royal city was in turmoil, and everyone was in fear.

Fortunately, under the leadership of Prince Heimos, they finally endured it tenaciously.

However, despite holding on to the royal city, the atmosphere in the royal city was extremely depressing.

The royal city seemed to be shrouded in a long night, drowning in darkness.

Everyone could not wait for reinforcements and saw no hope. They all felt that they were just hanging on for a while. There was no telling when the royal city would be destroyed, Aaron Landis would perish, and they would all fall into the hands of the brutal Gastad people.

In this depressing atmosphere, suddenly, a message came from Rudas City in the west.

It suddenly made the dull royal city boil with excitement.

The crown prince has recaptured Rudas City and will soon lead a large number of reinforcements to the royal city!

They have hope!

In an instant, everyone was rejoicing, and the morale of the soldiers defending the city was greatly increased. Even the subsequent attacks by the Gastard people did not lower their morale.

Even veteran Novi, who was already exhausted due to age, felt that he was much more energetic.

As soon as the Crown Prince arrives with his army——

The veteran Novi stared at the rain outside the window, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

He must be the first to lead his troops out!

Together with the Crown Prince's army, they attack Gastad's army from both sides, and pay back all the anger and anger they have suffered from the Gastad people these days!

At this moment, rapid footsteps sounded outside, approaching from far away.

The door was pushed open, and the brown-haired Shamash priest's boots made a heavy sound on the wooden floor, and he hurried in.

At this moment, Xie Mu'er was also wearing armor. Although the armor had been wiped clean by him, who had a mysophobia, some traces of blood could not help but remain.

Not only him, but also the Shamash priests, who are powerful warriors in their own right, will all take off their priest uniforms and replace them with hard armor when they go to the battlefield.

During these days, the Shamash priest fighting group led by Shermer guarded the city wall every day.

They adhere to their belief in Shamash and are very spiritually determined. All priests will never leave the city wall unless they die in battle or the enemy retreats.

Shermer hurriedly walked in, frowning, and looked at Heimos.

He said: "Your Highness Heymos, something is very wrong with the Gastard people."

"What's wrong?"

"They seem to be breaking camp and retreating!"

As soon as Xie Muer said this, Novi was stunned and everyone was surprised.

Heimos was startled for a moment, then showed a thoughtful look and walked out quickly.

Naturally, the other people in the room followed suit and filed out of the door.

A group of people quickly climbed up the city wall.

At this moment, the city wall was also noisy. The soldiers who used to guard the city wall solemnly couldn't help but talk to each other in low voices, looking into the distance with a look of surprise and surprise on their faces.

Heimos, Novi and others looked at the past from a distance on the city wall.

I saw the huge camp in the distance shrinking and disappearing in the drizzle. The Gastards were breaking up camp, and some of their troops had even set off and left the camp.

"Their commander, the Prince of Tire, is quite decisive."

Novi shook his head and said, "I knew I couldn't attack the city and would be attacked from both sides if this stalemate continued, so I gave up the attack decisively."

He looked unwilling and his eyes were filled with regret.

"It's just a pity that I can't kill the Prince of Gastad with my own hands to avenge my king."

The veteran sighed sadly.

The royal city was defended, and the result was already good.

He was too greedy.

Now, they just need to wait quietly for Crown Prince Garlan to return to the royal city.

After investigating the movements of the Gastard army, in order to avoid this being a trick by the other side, everyone strengthened their vigilance on the city wall and monitored the movements of the Gastad people who broke camp and left.

Then they returned to the palace chamber.

"What are they going to do next?"

Shermur sat there and frowned, wiping his wet hair with a towel.

"I don't think they're going to quit Aaron Landis easily."

"But they have limited food and supplies. Maybe they plan to turn back and attack the Crown Prince's army first?"

The leader of the Royal Knights guessed.

Veteran Novi shook his head: "If it were me, the top priority would be to raise food and grass. I think they would probably attack other large cities with food and grass..."

While everyone was discussing the next whereabouts of the Gastard people, Heimos, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"No, it doesn't look like they are marching in the direction of turning back."

He said,

"Maybe, they are..."

Just this time, a guard delivering the news hurried in and knelt down in front of Heimos.

"Your Highness, Gastad's army has bypassed the royal city! Heading to the east!"

"What--?"

"Bypassed?"

Everyone was immediately stunned.

"The East? What are they doing in the East?"

Heimos stood there, his dark forehead hair was lightly wet due to the drizzle on the city wall just now, and now there was a bit of cold water.

The golden-red eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in them.

He said: "In the east, Yis's army is still hoarded on the eastern border, and only one Fourth Army Corps is guarding there."

Veteran Novi stood up suddenly.

"Not good! The Gastad people plan to bypass us and join forces with the Yisian army!"

The strength of the Fourth Army was smaller than that of the Yisian army. It relied on the strong fortresses and walls built on the eastern border and the high terrain to block the attack of the Yisian army. If the Gastad people attack from the rear, the Fourth Army, which loses its location and lacks strength, will definitely be destroyed by the flanking attack of both Is and Gastad!

Moreover, the Fourth Army has been guarding the eastern border all year round, and naturally has a lot of food and grass in storage. As long as the Gastad people defeat them, they will no longer have to worry about food and grass.

"Send the message immediately! Put the Fourth Legion on alert!"

"Send a message to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince immediately! Ask him to speed up and rush to the east!"

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In the drizzle, a huge army was marching along the avenue toward the royal city in the southeast.

Looking from this side, there are densely packed people, squeezing the spacious road to the brim, and the long army cannot even see the end.

Flags with different patterns symbolizing each family were held high in different armies, and at the front of the army, the flaming red lion flag with gold patterns was flying in the rain, as if leading everyone forward.

A black hawk spread its wings and circled in the rain. It looked down at the dark crowd on the ground and occasionally let out a long cry.

"Your Highness, there is news from the royal city."

Kaleni said solemnly, "The Gastad people gave up the attack on the Royal City and bypassed the Royal City and marched directly eastward. Apparently they planned to join forces with the Yisi people to defeat the Fourth Army."

He said, "We must speed up our march and rush directly to the east to rescue the Fourth Army."

Garlan was riding a horse, and his blond hair, which was slightly dampened by the drizzle, was scattered on his shoulders. Even in the rain, it seemed to be glowing a little.

He lowered his eyes and seemed to be thinking.

Then he raised his head and looked east.

In that direction, Gastad's army, which had bypassed the royal city, was rushing towards the Fourth Army.

"Please give the order immediately to turn the army and rush to the east."

Kalleni said.

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The retreat of Gastad's army caused joy in the royal city, and the people were overjoyed.

The dark clouds above the head finally dispersed, and there was no need to listen to the sounds of fighting and screams coming from the city wall every day, and to be frightened all the time.

If the royal city was not still under strict control and no one was allowed to move, the people would have given up celebrating.

However, completely opposite to the relaxed and joyful atmosphere in the royal city, was the heaviness in the palace's meeting room.

Unlike the people who only knew that the royal city was safe, the generals here knew that Aaron Landis was still in crisis, and they were all worried.

There are no extra troops in the royal city to pursue, so they can only hope that the Crown Prince's army can rush to the east to rescue the Fourth Army in time, or that the Fourth Army itself can sustain it for a while longer.

"As long as the Fourth Army lasts for a while, His Highness Garlan's army will arrive."

Novi said in a deep voice, "As long as I can hold on..."

He looked at Heimos.

"Your Highness Heymos, we should send a message to... His Highness as soon as possible?"

For some reason, Heimos has been silent since just now.

He sat on a dark wooden chair with his head lowered and his thin lips pursed tightly. Thin black hair was scattered in the corners of his sharp eyes, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of cold light.

He raised his eyes and slowly scanned the crowd.

He said: "What if their target is not the East?"

"What?"

"Didn't they go east?"

That handsome face was looking at everyone expressionlessly at the moment.

"What if Tyr is playing a trick of attacking from the east and attacking in the west... It seems that he is going to the east, but suddenly turns to the north during the march?"

"this……"

"I just received the news."

Heimos' eyes were cold.

"The Gastards have changed their marching direction on the way. The target of their attack is not the Fourth Army Corps in the east, but the Second and Fifth Army Corps in the north."

His voice seemed to be filled with anger at this moment.

"The people they are joining forces with are not the Yis, but the Geshurs in the north."

At this moment, the entire chamber was silent.

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During the siege of the Royal City, the drizzle of early spring kept falling. Although it was not heavy, it was continuous and made people wet all over. The moisture with a little warmth made people accustomed to the cold weather more The Stade people were extremely uncomfortable with it.

After walking all the way north, the rain became less and less and gradually disappeared.

The climate is also cooler than that in the Royal City, which makes the people of Gastad feel much more comfortable.

After many days of rapid march, Tyr led Gastad's army to the north.

He rode a horse and walked at the forefront of the army, looking far away, the outline of the Northland Fortress was already looming.

The cool wind swept through Tyr's silver-white hair, blowing the white cloak behind him.

Knowing that the attack on Aaron Landis's royal city had failed, he decisively chose to leave.

It was just a feint before leaving.

If the people of Aaronlandis fell into his blindfold, then the army of Prince Gallan should be on the way to the east.

Even if they realized something was wrong midway and turned around to chase him, the Aaron Landis would already be one step too late.

What he must do now is to take advantage of the time difference in the past few days to join forces with the Gesu people to capture the Northland Fortress.

Tyr stared intently at the looming outline of the majestic city in the distance.

Although the Northland Fortress is a powerful pass for the Geshur people and extremely difficult to attack, it is because the Northland Fortress has a geographical advantage.

It would be much easier to attack from the back, not to mention being attacked from both sides this time.

As long as he and the Geshurs join forces to capture this northern fortress and occupy Aaron Landis, the majestic city guarding the northern border. Then, not only is the problem of food and grass solved, he can still advance south and attack at any time, and retreat and defend the northern fortress.

He can sit in this city, join forces with the Geshurs, swallow up the northern land of Aaron Landis bit by bit, and at the same time open up the channel to the country of Karnar, and there will never be any more cuts off of the back road and lack of food and grass. Case.

The sun was about to set, and the fiery red sunset shone on the Garstard army.

Suddenly, a loud cry pierced the sky.

In Gastard's army, a general who was riding behind Tyr subconsciously looked up and saw an eagle circling in the sky, then suddenly fluttered its wings and flew away.

Seeing the eagle fly away, he also withdrew his gaze.

After crossing the hill in front, we are not far from the Northland Fortress.

Suddenly, he saw several scouts on horseback running hurriedly from the front.

"Your Highness!"

The leading scout cavalry rushed to Tire and said hurriedly, "There is an army ahead, blocking our army!"

Is it the Aaron Landis Corps stationed at the Northland Fortress?

The general thought so in his heart.

Did the Aaron Landis take the initiative? Shouldn't it? With their strength being less than one-third of ours, the Aaron Landis should huddle in the city.

Suddenly there was another loud eagle cry high in the sky, and the eagle he had just seen appeared in his sight again.

The long black wings flapped, drew a black arc in the fiery red sky, and swooped down to the other side.

His eyes followed the arc involuntarily.

In the distance opposite, on the fiery red horizon, in the setting sun that reflected half of the sky red, a huge black army stood on the ground.

The black hawk swooped down, spread its wings, and landed lightly on the raised arms of the young man standing on horseback in front of the army.

The lion flag with red background and gold pattern was erected high behind the boy, and his long golden hair was flying like clouds behind him.

A majestic lion stood beside him, his brown mane draped in the afterglow of the sunset, undulating like waves in the wind.

Tierlema ​​stopped advancing.

Prince Garlan's army, which he expected should be behind them, suddenly appeared in front of him.

He looked across, his lavender pupils reflecting the setting sun on the horizon, and also reflecting the cluster of bright blond hair flying in the fiery red setting sun.

Garlan, prince of Aaronlandis.

Tyr, prince of Gastad.

This was the first official meeting between the two on the battlefield.

Suddenly, a lion roared.

Coming through the sky.

The lion's roar seemed to shake the entire earth.