Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 462 The last night

When the war lasted until the third month, both sides had fought to the limit, and almost everyone was exhausted.Casualties have also become a series of numbers written on the battle report, even the inheritors of the Holy Shield in the two camps have become completely numb - teams of elite fighters are sent out every day, and those who come back are either remnants The loser, or the numbers that were completely canceled one by one.

Only the commanders of the two sides, Gordon Charlemagne and Isaac Newton, can still maintain a clear and rational mind. They tried their best to show their exquisite strategies and command in a battle zone with a radius of hundreds of square kilometers. They worked out incomparable incomparable tactics one by one, and then they were broken one by one by the opponent with even more ingenious tactics.

Under their command, the two most powerful legions in this dimensional universe seem to have been endowed with souls. Each of their teams has become a pawn, fighting desperately with steel and staff on the battlefield , blooming with its own bright light.

"I have a premonition!" Gurden Charlemagne, who was standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the Crusader camp in the distance, murmured, "Tomorrow, when the sun rises, will be the final moment of the battle!"

Standing behind him, Shen Kuo took a sip of wine happily, "I can make another shot! When do you plan to use it?"

"No need!" Charlemagne shook his head, "There should be no chance!"

Shen Kuo was silent, but suddenly laughed.

"Boy, are you sure?"

Charlemagne didn't smile, he just turned around, stared at Shen Kuo quietly for a while, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Shen, where will you go after tomorrow?"

"Going back to the east, I want to see what my hometown looks like in this world!" Shen Kuo said with a smile, "I came here this time, originally intending to hand over the spear. Who knew I was tricked... Well, it’s not too late to hand it over tomorrow.”

Charlemagne was silent, and Shen Kuo thought for a while, "Have you thought about how to deal with the opponent's ace unit?"

"I don't know..." Unexpectedly by Shen Kuo, Charlemagne gave a strange answer.

"I don't know?" Shen Kuo raised his eyebrows, as if he felt very strange to hear this answer.

"Maybe when I see it, I will know how to deal with it—after all, I haven't seen anything now, and I don't know what its characteristics are, how lethal it is, and what its weaknesses are."

Shen Kuo smiled more and more happily, and patted Charlemagne's arm, "Good boy, soldiers have no formula, and water has no shape. Unexpectedly, you have grown to this point now, it is really eye-opening!"

Charlemagne smiled wryly, and said softly, "If tomorrow..."

"Don't tell me about your wives, Mrs. Shen is not interested in that!" Shen Kuo waved to him impatiently, turned to leave, but suddenly turned his head again, "Give Archimedes' holy shield to you!" me!"

Charlemagne was shocked, and shook his head after a while, "It's unnecessary!"

"Okay!" Shen Kuo laughed, and meandered away with the jug in hand.Looking at his leaving back, Charlemagne showed a wry smile on his face.

The other party was not taking advantage of the fire, but giving him a way out.

The holy shield is indestructible and indestructible. If you attach a trace of soul to the holy shield and give it to Shen Kuo to take away, even if you are defeated and die in the end, you will always have a chance to be resurrected by relying on this trace of soul.

But Charlemagne felt that there was no need for this. At this point, if he still died in the hands of Newton in the end, he would have no regrets anymore.

A similar situation happened on the other side of the Rhine.

Newton walked out of the Chinese army camp with his hands behind his back. He slowly patrolled the camp, examining his subordinates little by little.

"The final battle!"

The Archbishop of Canterbury followed closely behind. He didn't understand why there was only the last battle when the situation was still stalemate, but he didn't speak.

"If I die, you can take the Holy See and defect to Gudon Charlemagne." Newton said suddenly, "Charlemagne needs to maintain his ruling position, as long as religion does not overwhelm the imperial power, he will give you a status that matches your status .”

"Isaac...no!" The Archbishop of Canterbury was stunned by Newton's words, and was about to say something when he was interrupted by Newton shaking his hand.

"Anyone who is good at fighting should plan for defeat before winning. I know this truth, and Charlemagne also knows it. But you don't know it!" Newton smiled, "But you don't know it, so you are not a good commander."

After being hit by an old friend, the archbishop was not angry, but looked at Newton suspiciously.

"why?"

"There are many reasons!" Newton looked at the archbishop gently, "I don't know which one you are asking?"

The Archbishop of Canterbury thought for a while and asked: "When Charlemagne was still weak, we could crush him to death with one finger, why did you give him so many opportunities and let him grow again and again... until A strength that makes us all afraid?"

"You have asked this question many times! But for some reason, I have been unable to explain the truth to you." Newton said with a smile, "Now I can tell you..."

The archbishop was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have a premonition, and his face became solemn.

"The throne has always been piled up with blood and bones, so enough killing is required. Only by defeating the strongest challenger can you be qualified to finally aspire to the supreme position-this is just a statement on the surface."

"Actually?" the Archbishop hurriedly asked.

"Actually..." Newton hesitated, "Charlemagne and I are destined to have a decisive battle in this war, who is the only lord of this universe!"

"Doomed?"

"Destined!" Newton stared at his old friend, his voice was very soft, but his tone was unprecedentedly dignified.

The archbishop believed it. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"—Then let this war come to an end!"

This night was very short, so short that even Gordon Charlemagne and Isaac Newton had no time to arrange a night attack. They just stood there quietly and greeted the first ray of dawn in the sky.

"let's start!"

"let's start!"

The two issued their first order of the day almost simultaneously.

"The Orc Agura Tribe is dispatched, the Sixth and Seventh Hussars are covering, and the Phantom Archer Legion of the Elf is gaining air superiority!"

"The Crusaders' Fifth Heavy Infantry Battalion attacked the enemy's left flank, and the Second Templar Legion held the formation."

When the senior commanders in the middle took orders to fight, the archbishop found that Newton's command was a bit strange-"Don't we have air supremacy?"

"This time, we don't need to fight for air supremacy!"

Newton replied with a smile, which made Mr. Archbishop feel a little confused.

"Don't want air supremacy? Then we..."

Before Newton could answer, the soldiers on both sides of the battlefield let out a burst of exclamation like a tsunami.

(End of this chapter)