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A long wooden table is placed in the center of the large tent. The appearance of each seat is very simple and simple, but each person who sits on the chair looks dignified and powerful. As long as a commoner or ordinary swordsman sees the tent inside Everyone's status, the first reaction must be to kneel on the ground with one foot to express respect and unconscious tension.

"My lords, recently it was reported that the magician army was clearly defeated and retreating. In addition, several captives personally told the news that the king of the magical country was dead. These two points are absolutely related. I believe the authenticity is very high."

As the fifth most important battlefield commander - Bupo, he looked at the paper in his hand and couldn't help but smile when he saw several pieces of good news that the situation was getting better.

"Could it be a trap?"

One of the monarchs sitting at the wooden table also looked at the contents of the paper on the table, but he didn't look happy, but asked Bupo.

It's not that I look down on Bupo, in fact, on the contrary, I am very optimistic about Bupo, and any operation and analysis in this theater needs to rely on Bupo.

At least in the current consciousness of everyone in the tent, Bupo is equivalent to a think tank in a swordsman.

"Please rest assured that their retreat route is not a smooth road, but a variety of different heights and twists and turns, which means that they will return to the Magic Kingdom safely even if they give up the road of laying traps. The only reason is that there is a problem within the Magic Kingdom. "

Hearing this, the monarchs nodded one after another, and one of the monarchs stood up and said passionately with hot eyes.

"Since this is the case, if we don't break the monarch, we should take advantage of the situation and attack!"

brush.

A swordsman in plain armor ran in from the entrance of the tent, breathing heavily exhausted, his face pale and sweating, looking exhausted and about to fall down at any time.

"Report, report!"

With his last breath, he forcibly broke the serious meeting of all the monarchs, attracting the displeased eyes of all the monarchs.

"Take your time, don't rush."

Bupo softly reminded the "Swordsman of Order" so that the other party could breathe moderately and deliver the urgent news more quickly.

"Yes, yes! Seven Dragon Swordsmen, the leader of the main battlefield, died in battle!"

Hearing this news, all the monarchs present sucked in a breath of cold air forcefully, and the joy of daring to gain the advantage on the battlefield just now was swept away, and their faces were tense and they frowned.

"Quickly report and make it clear!"

The monarch who was standing just now couldn't bear to be impatient, and subconsciously roared at the messenger swordsman.

"Yes, yes! Another piece of news, another piece of news!"

He didn't say it immediately, but with an expression of fear and grief, he couldn't see it.

The swordsman's reaction made everyone subconsciously focus on him.

"Go ahead."

"The leader... also died in battle."

"what!"

"impossible!"

"You bastard, don't pass orders casually!"

"Come here! Take this messenger swordsman to prison!"

The monarchs all stood up and reprimanded loudly, and even more people had drawn their weapons from their waists, ready to hack this nonsense swordsman to death on the spot.

"Little, the little one is just in charge of delivering orders! I, I didn't spread rumors randomly!"

Seeing that the situation suddenly boiled over, the swordsman in charge of delivering the order turned pale from exhaustion, and fell to the ground with a runny nose.

Snapped.

The sound of slapping the wooden table with a palm attracted the attention of everyone who caused the conflict, and Bu Po continued to speak in a heavy and humble tone.

"I guarantee that you are safe and sound, and tell all the news verbatim."

After speaking, Bupo stretched out his hand and asked all the monarchs to return to their positions.

The swordsman looked around palely at the surrounding monarchs, until everyone sat down obediently despite the anger on their faces, the messenger swordsman held the long sword tightly with both hands and said slowly.

"The leader and the seven army swordsmen all died in the main tent. Each of them had a neck wound cut by a weapon. It was around eleven o'clock last night. The prisoner's whereabouts are unknown."

Speaking of this, the messenger swordsman finally didn't dare to say another word, and was so timid that his lips turned purple and looked at the Bupo who decided his life and death in front of him.

Listen to these messages, enter the brain through the ears for thinking, and close your eyes quietly.

During these dozens of seconds, no one dared to speak out or stand up and roar, because everyone present felt a burst of intense oppression that never broke the unusual calm.

Click.

Bupo opened his eyes, lightly touched his fingers to the table, and fixed his sharp eyes on the swordsman.

"You're doing a great job and I want him to be safe and properly rested."

With such an order in a low voice, the guard at the door carried the swordsman who was afraid to move out of the tent with both hands.

"My lords, it is clear that we have now been played to death. The seemingly beautiful situation contains fatal risks."

Holding his forehead with both hands, he let out a heavy sigh of "ah".

"Everyone, let's retreat."

When everyone heard this conclusion, their eyes widened in disbelief.

"Don't break the monarch, didn't you say that the situation is good at this time? If you don't attack at this time, you will lose your chance!"

"Yes! If we don't break the monarch, as long as we attack smoothly, we may even be able to save the situation on the main battlefield!"

"If you don't want to break the monarch, please think carefully!"

Faced with all the suggestions, Bupo shook his head.

"That's right, as long as we attack, it will be the inevitable result, but if the Kingdom of Sword loses its leadership, it will inevitably fall into chaos. We have problems with our supplies, and there will only be heavier burdens in the future, and there will be third countries. Guard."

Saying that, Bupo raised his head and took a deep breath.

"Everyone, please understand that this is a last resort. It is precisely because we cannot waste the lives of other swordsmen that we should retreat."

It's like letting go of all the hope and persistence in your hands, and don't blurt out the final conclusion of this meeting.

"I propose to retreat, and I will bear all the consequences, so please vote."

Gently speaking their own demeanor words, everyone could only clenched their fists unwillingly, and let the silence cover the entire tent space without making a sound for a long time.