Shaman from Afar

Although it has entered the early spring, Golovin in the early hours is still filled with a chill that soaked his body;

With thousands of footsteps, horseshoes and wheels, the friction and collision of sharp blades and armor, a large army figure gradually appeared in the dense fog covering the earth; colorful swallowtail flags, and various battle flags in the cold wind Slowly fluttering.

Golden lion with black background, red white black cross, iron crown held by three dragons.

Torino of the Red Blood Castle, Wiltz of the Dragon Heart City, De Salion of Golovin.

After three days and three nights of preparation, Loren finally successfully brought this three parties together, a total of 80,000 people, the "Allied Forces" had high morale, and the full army brought out the imperial capital and attacked the Azores. The city camp is advancing.

This is much more difficult than it seems.

Not to mention that Sackland and Byrne have had many years of grievances. It is really rare to be able to unify and obey a Duke of Byrne; and want to requisition and continue to provide all kinds of supplies needed by this 80,000 people. Sackland arrived at the designated place on the earth, and no army and logistics team left behind ...

Although it is possible to get a "bonus" of dense fog in such a raid, the problems are also not small; the fog with poor visibility allows the soldiers to judge the marching route and flags only by the same robes in the front and back The effect of the horn is weakened to a minimum.

Fortunately, they were marching in the hinterland of the Western Sakran Empire, and replaced it with the green sea of ​​Poi or the mountainous area of ​​the dwarf kingdom. If they encountered such foggy weather, they might have been torn apart.

Of course, because you are fighting outside the Imperial City, all problems are actually not a problem.

The red-haired female knight beside him is the real big problem.

"Still angry?"

Is still indifferent or ... does not contain any emotional tone, riding a black horse, the fully equipped eldest princess Fitlonai turned her head to look at the dark-haired wizard with a depressed expression.

In all fairness, Loren believes in the strength of Her Royal Highness Princess-the person who can be the leader of the night watchman and was responsible for guarding and monitoring Brandon, it is impossible to be weak-but the identity of the other party determines less than a last resort, she There must be no danger.

Eckhart II has only two children. Connold died, and the royal princess of the royal branch, Fitlonai, is the heir who is closest to the direct bloodline; once she and Brandon have nothing more ...

Well, by then, even Lena De Salion, who was still in the Red Blood Castle, the woman who made Isaac make a change, was also qualified to compete for the throne.

By that day, the empire was really about to die.

"Dare not, just worry about your safety." Loren shook his head, showing a kind smile: "After all, with the situation of the empire right now, if there is any risk to your security ..."

"If I die on the battlefield, the Imperial Council will never be able to find a second puppet that can balance Brandon." Fitronai said expressionlessly.

"..." Loren Turin.

"And those people seem to start to dislike me too, probably aware that I am not as good at controlling and manipulating?" Seemingly not feeling the embarrassment of the atmosphere, Fitronai continued to whisper:

"I am so disgusted by everyone and have no value for anyone. Is there a better choice than dying on the battlefield-or if this is the result, they may still pay homage to me and say for me Two good words are not necessarily. "

The dark-haired wizard was quite stunned.

"... I really didn't expect that you care so much about what others think of you."

"Do you care?" Fitronai asked back, his eyes very sharp: "If I really care ... Lorren Turin, you and I should be enemies now."

"I don't know if you are lying, but all I did was to do my best to protect the imperial capital and the heavenly palace."

Loren frowned slightly: "Since that is the case, then you should be more ..."

"Do you think that pulling the only elite legion of the imperial capital on the battlefield, and leaving enough guards to suppress the nobles of the imperial capital?"

Fiterone interrupted coldly: "If you really think so, then I can only think that you are still too underestimated ... No, it is too overestimating those worms."

"So you left the Imperial City and became my hands, uh ..."

"Hostages, although I don't know whether this would make them a little bit daunted." Fitlonay said undisguisedly: "Besides me, the 10,000-person Sacran Army can also obey your orders more ; With the presence of the royal family, at least they will not disobey or escape. "

"No matter from any point of view, it is good for you ... what is the problem?"

The dark-haired wizard shook his head. There were no more problems.

Connold, Brandon, Lena ... what's wrong with me, do I have to live with someone who is surnamed De Salion?

Wanted them to change their minds, fearing that it would be 10,000 times more difficult than defeating the Eagle King.

Looking at the corner of his mouth, Loren waved to Lucien behind him, and the gray pupil with his face tight all the way immediately raised the battle flag in his hand and let the cavalry waving the swallowtail flag disperse.

A few minutes later, the marching army began to slowly stop and expand its formation on the spot.

"What are you doing?" Fitronai's face had a question: "There should be some distance away from the camp of the Azores."

"Yes, but if we wait until we start to expand the formation, the probability of being found will increase greatly-no matter how thick the fog, it can't stop the footsteps of 80,000 people." Loren explained:

"So you have to take some risks and start your front before entering the battlefield; fortunately, you can do this in a hinterland like Golovin."

"The so-called war is to make use of all conditions that are beneficial to oneself, to place the enemy within the conditions that are unfavorable to them, and to ensure steadily winning, or to say, have great control, only to be able to play gambling." Loren sighed Take a breath:

"Winners choose war because they have a foundation for victory; losers always can't wait to fight the enemy, and when they are desperate, they desperately pursue the possible miracles from the hard work."

"Without any preparation, a person who deliberately wins by a momentary struggle on the battlefield loses from the beginning."

'S plain words made Fitronai lost in thought.

"This sentence is not something you came up with, right?"

"... Let's keep going, let's go to war soon."

The expressionless dark-haired wizard pointed straight ahead, and the outline of a hillside could be seen faintly in the thick fog.

"Why do you sound like you are waiting for us?"

Knowing that the other party is changing the topic, Fitlonai did not intend to let Loren easily.

But the dark-haired wizard just shrugged, his expression a little bit meaningful:

"Who said no?"

…………………………

"The sky is already bright, why not open it yet?"

Anson Zade, who was standing behind the elf prince, frowned slightly, and there was a hint of impatience hidden in his expression: "I have no doubt about your plan, but Your Highness ... If you wait like this, this rare fog may be ... "

"My chief wizard, you really don't have the patience to play games!"

Fiddling with the monocular telescope in his hand because of the dense fog, Rodria Azore glanced a little helplessly at the elf boy behind him:

"I can understand your mentality for revenge, but ... the more this time, the less anxious you are."

"Do n’t forget that we are now the dominant party. Why are we so eager to sink into our hearts as if we still owe them money, drink a glass of wine and eat well, and relax and learn to enjoy happiness."

"... Obey."

Anson Zade, who gritted his teeth, said very reluctantly.

On the foggy high ground, the silent atmosphere is very strange-the war is coming, but it is very quiet, and there is no sense of killing. It seems to be like every ordinary morning.

When the dense fog clears, it is the blue sky and clear water, the flowers of birds and flowers; the fertile Sakland is full of flowers and tender grass, which is different from the native land, but also a vigorous scene.

"~ We sing loudly today ~ Drink old wine ~ Wine glasses pingpong ~ Cry next to friends and relatives ... Dear sweetheart ~ We are going to go to Sacran ~ Sacran ~~~ ......"

The smiling little prince even hummed a minor key, making Anson Zade's mood even more weird.

Is this why I lost to Loren Turin?

"Weathery weather."

The elven little prince suddenly put down the glass and said, let Anson Zade suddenly recover.

"What advantages does the offensive side have in such foggy weather?"

"This one……"

Although it is known that His Royal Highness was mostly just for chatting with himself, the elf boy still had to get up his mind:

"In foggy weather, the vision of both sides will be greatly hindered. In other words, the defenders will have difficulty in detecting the presence of the offensive party;"

"At the same time, because of the blocked view, not only the accuracy of the long-range projectile weapon will be seriously reduced, but also it is difficult to judge the exact number of the enemy, and it is not clear where the enemy's main attack direction is.

"Even if the enemy retreats, they will invisibly give the attacking party a very large initiative and advantage because of fear of an ambush. Although the converse is also the same, the attacker is also playing a gamble, but after all It is more advantageous to defend the army. "

"Therefore, in the foggy weather, there are heavy soldiers to defend, and a strong fortress is an excellent choice." The elf boy carefully said:

"Appropriate use of changes in the environment and climate can even be achieved by defeating the strong and defeating the enemies that might not be defeated."

"Especially the sturdy city like the Imperial City is the most obvious-the long walls are the long lines of defense, and the enemies who have lost their vision ca n’t do everything; we only need a little bit of luck and time. Before the army responded, it broke through the city wall and rushed into the city! "

"Yes, it seems that you are quite qualified as an adjutant, my vision is really good." The little elf prince smiled very happy:

"Take advantage of thick fog to launch surprise attacks and defeat strong enemies-it sounds beautiful, but pin all hope of victory in the change of abnormal weather ... I don't want to say that there is anything wrong with this, but most of the thoughts are not The guy who believes he can win. "

"Not to mention ... If we can take advantage of such foggy weather, wouldn't Loren Turin-the Empire's army should know the terrain and weather changes here better than we do."

"You mean that he will abandon the walls of the imperial capital and fight against us in the wild ?!"

"Is it impossible?"

The little prince asked with a smile.

"Impossible ... no, it's not impossible, but it's too ..." Anson Zade felt his temple keep jumping, and he found that he couldn't keep up with Rodria's thoughts:

"Whatever he thinks he does, he is just looking for his own way."

Give up the strong walls and unbreakable city defense facilities, and attack the Azores camp that has absolute defensive advantages, occupying highlands, avenues and tidal flats. No one thinks that Loren Turin can have any chance of winning.

"Really looking for death?" The little elf prince crooked his head: "Some people don't say that with this fog, the gap between the offense and the defense will be greatly reduced?"

"Yes, but your Highness, you just mentioned that all the hopes of victory are placed in the changes of abnormal weather, and most of them are guys who don't believe they can win."

Anson Zade retorted: "Although I know very little about Loren Turin, this extremely cautious guy is definitely not a gambler who will desperate."

"But in other words ... if he really did, it means that he did have a certain degree of confidence, not a temporary intention, right?"

"... you are still so good at letting others have nothing to say, Your Highness."

"Because that is the case." The elf little prince shrugged and handed one of the two wine glasses he carried to Anson Zade: "And I am really good at doing this ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Anson Zade.

The moment when a helpless elf boy took the wine glass from the prince, a little shock suddenly came from his feet, shaking the wine glass from the prince's hand.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound, the bright red Sacran was splashed on the ground.

"His Royal Highness Rodria ?!"

"I saw it!"

The excited elf little prince took the monocular in his hand almost for the first time and stared at a certain direction under the hillside-a moment ago, there was a dazzling golden red flashing there:

"I can't mistake that color, it's the Empire ... No, it's the alchemy bomb of Loren Turin!"

Anson Zade looked at the right hand of the little prince torn by the fragments of the glass. The blood was dripping onto the lens because he was holding the telescope too hard.

After hesitating for a while, he decided not to remind.

"Red, white and black crosses, three dragons with iron crowns, and black lions and gold lions ... Oh, this is to pull out all the elite in the Imperial City, ready to raid the battlefield, and take my head ?!"

The elf little prince who raised his mouth, his grin gradually became:

"If that's the case, then try it out, let's have a game, Loren Turin ..."

"Look who can take the first step and cut off the other person's head!"

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