Imperial Crown

Many thanks to Qidian Dad [Book Friend 20220701032604501] for the 100 reward!

…

Blue Castle, the square in front of the Posuo Palace.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Eivor VIII's expression changed like a revolving lantern.

Just 20 minutes ago, this was a playground full of singing and dancing.

They all knew that the siege had begun, but the high walls of the Blue Castle were still there, and the catapults would only hit some insignificant civilians.

The nobles raised their wine glasses and toasted Eivor VIII flatteringly, saying some flattering words that even Eivor VIII found disgusting.

The singing girls and dancers sang and danced on the stage, and the sound of the music was loud enough to drown out the sound of catapults falling into the city.

It was not until poisonous smoke rose from the southwest of the city that news came that the Eagle Army had infiltrated the city walls.

Amid the screams, the nobles didn't care about Eivor VIII at all and fled in panic. The men and women who were originally responsible for the performance also ran away in the chaos.

I was afraid that I would be captured by the Eagle Army in the next second.

"Your Highness, you are worthy of being the head and soul of the Principality. If you remain so calm, Raven will never get what he wants!" The reincarnated angel Aethel, who served as Eivor VIII's guard, praised Eivor VIII.

Calm down! My legs are numb!

Of course, this sentence cannot be said out loud.

After quietly rubbing his legs and coughing, Eivor VIII looked at Athiril with a righteous tone:

"Those nobles are cowards who are afraid of death. Otherwise, how could the principality become what it is today?"

"I will not leave here, just to let them see what kind of courage an Eivor should have!"

Athiril nodded heavily, his heart full of admiration.

Although he had been controlled by Grand Duke Eivor after becoming a reincarnated angel and had to serve Eivor VIII, he always looked down on the Grand Duke in his heart.

He is arrogant and extravagant, has neither ability nor ambition, and can do nothing except living a life of debauchery.

But I didn't expect that under the skin of this useless guy, he actually had a lion's ambition.

He is worthy of being a Duke!

Immersed in his own thoughts, Aethel didn't notice that Eivor VIII was winking at him desperately.

Eivor VIII really had nothing to say to this reincarnated angel.

I have said all the polite words, now you can persuade me so that I can withdraw to Posha Palace!

Just as he was thinking about whether he should take the initiative to ask to go back, a fast horse suddenly came, scaring Eivor VIII so much that he almost jumped up from the stool!

"Your Highness, great joy!"

"The Royal Guards, the Marquis of Aragon, and Count Archibald have defeated Jonah and are chasing the remnants of Jonah back to the city of Blue Castle!"

"Now, Grand Marshal Quentin has ordered the Royal Guards to enter the city, and Marquis of Aragon and Earl Archibald will encircle the city from the outside. It won't take long before they can attack from both inside and outside and devour Raven's Eagle Army!"

After hearing this series of good news, Eivor VIII almost stood there in a daze.

The corners of his mouth stretched, revealing a hint of joy: "Hehe...hehe..."

Coming back to his senses, Eivor VIII wiped the saliva from his mouth and said loudly:

"Say it again!"

After hearing the messenger's story again, Eivor VIII stood up and laughed loudly:

“Okay, okay, okay!!”

"They really came back on time!"

"Humph, I had already guessed that Raven wasn't really injured, so I held this celebration on purpose to use myself as bait to lure Raven into attacking!"

"Raven really was fooled!"

Asriel watched from the side, the black lines on his head were about to flow to his feet.

Eivor VIII, he still doesn't forget to flatter himself at this time!

Although he basically did not participate in political affairs, Aethel knew that it was impossible for the progress of Aragon's march to be transmitted to the Blue Castle at any time, let alone to rush back on time.

I can only say that it was a coincidence.

However, war is always full of surprises, and it is normal for coincidences to occur. What's more, this kind of coincidence is indeed enough to change the entire situation of the war!

Eivor VIII knew this even more clearly.

"This is proof that my Eivor family will continue to rule! This is also a war that will go down in history as Eivor VIII!"

With clear confidence on his face, he looked towards the southwest of Blue Castle with a clear smile of disdain on his lips.

During this period of time, he has made up for a lot of war history. Although he doesn't dare to lead troops in the battlefield, he is familiar with some military knowledge.

Any army, once attacked from both sides, will be not far from destruction!

In history, there have been more than one powerful army that was defeated by a smaller force because of this situation.

What's more, the Eagle Army is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of military strength!

"Tell Quentin to let him do it. I only ask one thing -

Bring me Raven's head today!

I will use this demon king's head to pay tribute to the ancestors of the principality and celebrate this great festival!"

…

At the same time, Count Jonah was heading towards the Eagle Army's main camp.

The warhorse under his crotch could hardly run anymore, and its speed was not much faster than that of a human running, otherwise he would not have been caught up by Aragorn and his army!

But Count Jonah did not dare to dismount, and could not dismount.

Because he is weaker.

During this period of time, just escaping has exhausted all his energy.

After all, it is on the land of the Eivor people, the terrain is more familiar to the Eivor people, and there are Eivor spies everywhere, so it is impossible to kill them all.

In total, Jonah actually gathered about 6,000 people, but in the end, only less than 3,000 people followed him.

Despite such heavy losses, Jonah never managed to organize even one direct combat.

Everyone is an enemy.

Jonah fully realized the weight of the word.

During his escape, Jonah once found a local guide, but he was led to a deadly place and had to keep following for survival;

When I was hungry, I also tried to eat local wild grasses and fruits, but some of the fruits and plants looked the same as those in my hometown, but they were highly poisonous when eaten.

By the second half of the escape, even the supplies for camping had been thrown away.

Fortunately, the weather is getting warmer, otherwise, they would probably have frozen to death in a foreign country!

Now, the Eagle Army has finally been found!

Jonah finally relaxed a little.

On the opposite side was the 1st Independent Legion of the Eagle Army, composed entirely of Eivor's surrendered soldiers. They had just changed camp and were waving flags to let Jonah and the others take a detour.

If it were this time before setting out, Jonah would definitely be very dissatisfied, and his soldiers would definitely be resentful.

But now, after nearly three months of hellish life, the soldiers behind him began to turn around spontaneously without even waiting for Jonathan's order.

Following the main force to bypass the 1st Independent Corps, Earl Jonah was suddenly stunned:

"What is this!? Are you crazy!?"

Because he saw that the entire independent legion had launched a charge towards the Aragonese troops chasing them from behind!

The legion's commander, Lancha, was at the forefront!

But at this time, Jonah couldn't care about these surrendered people.

He asked his soldiers to stay behind, and he dismounted and came to the center of the Eagle Army's 1st Corps.

The Eagle Army soldiers on both sides made way for him, but did not salute him because he was an earl.

In the past, Jonah could have understood it - after all, it was on the battlefield and there was no need for red tape.

But at the same time, he must be feeling uncomfortable.

But now, there was no such feeling at all. Jonah felt guilty and regretful... and even a little bit of guilty anger!

The guilt lies in that his defeat actually brought Aragorn and his army into the war, which would undoubtedly bring great pressure to Raven.

His regret was that if he had listened to Raven earlier and followed Raven's instructions obediently, he would not have suffered such heavy losses. He led more than 20,000 people, but in the end, there were only less than 3,000 people left alive with him!

As for anger, he felt a little resentful towards Raven. Why didn't he suppress him harshly with the title of commander? If he could have been suppressed, he wouldn't have done those stupid things later!

When I see Lei Wen later, should I admit my mistake first, or get angry first and wait for Lei Wen to comfort me?

If I admit my mistake directly, wouldn’t it be too embarrassing?

But if I get angry, what if Raven doesn't give me a way out?

It's exactly like the mentality of an ugly daughter-in-law meeting her parents-in-law.

After much hesitation, Jonah finally arrived at the center of the Eagle Army's 1st Legion. All his previous tangled emotions suddenly disappeared:

"Why is it you? Where's Raven?!"

The one commanding the central army was actually Visdon!

"Count Jonah, I didn't expect you to come." Weston smiled. "Logically, I should salute you."

"But now, we are all under the watchful eyes of the Eivor people on the city wall. If I do something unusual and they find out that I am not their elder brother, that would not be good."

Count Jonah was confused, but secretly relieved.

Not having to face Raven relieved him of a lot of pressure, and his originally bent spine straightened up. "That's not the point. Where is Raven? I have important information for him!"

During this period of time, Jonah had been chased like a rabbit by the Eivor people, but he still had some understanding of the troop composition of the Eivor army, as well as their formations and combat habits.

This is very important information for a battle.

Weisdong still maintained a smile: "My elder brother is not here. We have dug a tunnel that leads directly to the southeast bastion of Blue Castle. We have now captured the bastion, but our forces are still at a disadvantage."

"We still have to deter Quentin, so we can't spare too many people. It's just right that you can take the soldiers to rest for a while, and then go to support my brother."

Raven was actually able to take down the walls of Blue Castle?

He actually dug a tunnel?!

For a moment, Count Jonah felt like crying.

You should have told me about this plan earlier!

If I had known this would happen, why would I have left alone and been beaten to a pulp?

His heart was somewhat moved, but Jonah immediately reacted: "No!"

"The problem now is not in the southeast of Blue Castle, but with Aragon and the others!"

"Although they are chasing me and many of them have fallen behind, the ones who can keep up are the elite. There are at least 100,000 of them!"

Weisdong was calm and composed: "In a field battle, we Eagle Army have never been afraid of anyone."

Damn it, why did Raven hand over the army to this second-generation rich guy who knows nothing?

Count Jonah suppressed his anger:

"Mr. Weisdon, I know I did something stupid before, but now is not the time to worry about it!"

"I know that the Eagle Army is strong, but Lancha and the others are surrendered people after all. It doesn't matter if they die, but if they collapse, it will affect the entire army!"

"Woo woo woo, don't be impatient, Lord Earl." Weston imitated Raven and pointed to the west side of the battlefield: "Look."

Count Jonah looked back—standing on tiptoe to see more clearly.

When people saw this, they were stunned.

Oo?

What's going on?

The specific form could not be seen clearly, but the big flag representing Lancha, with an independent legion, advanced into the army of Aragon like a hot knife cutting through butter!

On either side of the Aragonese army, the Guards had withdrawn to the northwest, apparently intending to enter the city from there.

Earl Archibald's troops, on the other hand, stood firm as a mountain in the face of the attacked friendly forces.

…

At this time, Lancha had completely fallen into madness.

As crazy as his independent legion!

The moment he saw the flag of Aragon, Lancha could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

If it weren't for Aragorn and Quentin, who were so cowardly as to close the four gates and maliciously purchased food and raised the price of food in Boland City to make money, how could Boland City have suffered such a catastrophe?

Lancha later made a preliminary calculation and found that in just one winter, the permanent population in Bolan City lost a total of 160,000 people!!!

That’s nearly half of the city’s population!

Not to mention the shameful things that Aragon and his army did in the city, such as burning, killing, looting and other shameful things!

Most of the soldiers under Lancha, who inherited the title from Earl Duduo, were from the city of Bolan. Among the dead were many of their relatives and friends, and some even had their entire families wiped out.

How can they not hate it?

Another component under Lancha's command was the remnants of Count Frank.

The remnants of Count Frank who were ordered to be shot by Aragon!

They were in the city of Bolan, and failed to catch up with the fleeing Aragon. Today they are going to get back what they failed to do, with interest!

Therefore, when the central army sent an order to let them hold back the enemy for a while, Lancha immediately launched a charge, and the entire independent corps lost all their energy and risked their lives!

The soldiers of the independent legions, stepping with hatred, rushed towards Aragon's army like a group of hungry wolves seeing fresh meat!

Like a sudden rain, it is the hurried footsteps; like a whirlwind, it is the red tassel on the gun; like a frog, it is the desperate cry; like a spark, it is the burning anger; like a fighting tiger, it is the strong posture!

The Aragonese army was already exhausted from the chase that lasted half the night, and now that they had just stood firm, they were at their most tired.

The sparse rain of arrows was completely unable to stop them.

The hastily arranged formation was unable to withstand the flood-like charge.

The broken corpses were trampled on the ground, the brave died by swords and guns, and the cowardly were trampled into rotten meat.

So, at this moment, Aragon's army completely collapsed!

Snap——

Lancha swung his sword and cut the Aragonese soldier in front of him in half with one sword. Blood splattered on his face and fell into his mouth, but he was unaware of it.

A knight of light, but covered in blood like a demon.

He raised his head and fixed his eyes on the flag of Aragon flying not far away.

“Follow me!!!”

"Don't let him go!!!"

…