Queen and Her Duke

The fleets of Sistine and Fasser stopped at the headland, did not continue to attack, and did not take another step back.

Vicia sat at the table, watching the latest battle situation presented. Taking advantage of the breathing space, all the generals of Golan were counting casualties as quickly as possible and rearranging their armaments.

When the sky was about to dawn, Visia forced herself to close her eyes and rest. She curled up on the bed, praying softly, and her heartbeat became slower and heavier each time.

The next day, the sky was still gloomy, and a torrential downpour hit suddenly, and the boat and sails were swaying and undulating on the sea surface with overlapping waves.

Visia was awakened from the drowsiness. She put on her cloak and went out. Looking at the heavy rain, the sparse sense of powerlessness in her pupils surged.

The storm bought Golan more breathing time, but made Wen Lin's trail even more difficult to find.

The soldiers sent to search for Wen Lin changed tea after tea, but there was still no news.

A fishy sweet smell rose from her throat, and her sharp eyes trembled in the majestic rain. Visia lost her mind for a moment, and then bent her lips, ready to visit the wounded soldier.

The queen's skirt was stained with sewage, and she walked through the water indifferently, her usual elegant demeanor could not hide her sharpness at this moment.

As she leaned over to ask the wounded soldiers about their injuries, she touched their shoulders with gentle but undeniable strength, and chanted blessings.

Regardless of the circumstances, she must perform her duties as a monarch meticulously.

Judging from this battle, the courses offered by Wen Lin are very effective, whether it is in military training or the popularization of medical knowledge.

Bruns had brought in medicinal herbs to treat various injuries in advance, and medical officers from both the church and the imperial court gathered at the front line to treat the wounded soldiers with more effective and advanced treatment methods.

Wen Lin was not there, but Weisia could find traces of her everywhere.

After walking out of the tent, Visia breathed a short sigh of relief, staring at the letter eagle shuttled between the sails, and let out a piercing whistle.

Visia hurriedly withdrew her gaze, and walked non-stop to the tent to discuss with the general how to deal with it next.

In yesterday's battle, more than half of the Golan soldiers were killed or injured, and a considerable number of the remaining soldiers were recruited civilians.

Everyone knew that the Golan was in a precarious situation. If the Sistine and French forces attacked again, it would be difficult for them to hold on to this line of defense.

The worst-case scenario is that Vicia leads the remaining troops to retreat to Glasgow. Once Glasgow continues to fall, it means the complete overthrow of Queen Vicia's regime.

"Your Majesty, Sistine has not taken any action so far, maybe they might want to truce."

"The news just came that a war against Sistine's rule broke out last night on the northwestern border between Sistine and Nyaland."

Weisia raised her eyebrows slightly, which seemed to give Golan a chance to turn around.

Sistine is one of the most powerful empires on the Europa continent, with huge colonies and long sea passages, but it does not have enough strength to defend.

The war on Nyaland is bound to disperse a considerable part of Sistine's forces, and perhaps spark more wars.

In the middle of the night, several Golan ships circled the fjord under the cover of night and landed at the port in the Netherlands at the fastest speed.

In a situation where the troops were clearly at a disadvantage, Visia's actions looked extremely crazy.

Generals who did not want to take risks objected sharply, and Weisia sat at the top condescendingly, and asked her in the usual tone of giving orders, "Your Excellency, can you win with the remaining strength?"

No one could speak until Vicia stood up and walked out of the tent.

The queen's eyebrows are thin and long. When she frowns and looks at you, it's like a sharp thin blade scraping the bone, leaving a burning pain that penetrates the bone.

Using her body as a bait, coming to the battlefield in person, her tactics no less than that of a superb commander and her predictability on the battlefield completely subverted their impression of the queen.

She not only plays with human sexual desires in the palm of her hand, but also has the courage and insight no less than anyone else.

"She's obviously just a woman," someone sighed softly.

Soon someone answered, "Your Excellency, Guard Wen Lin is also a woman."

After the words fell, they fell into a comprehensible silence, and they witnessed the deep kiss between two extraordinary women.

There is clearly a more intimate relationship hidden between them, which is news that could easily cause an uproar.

The generals didn't even dare to say it, but they could understand the meaning in other people's eyes the moment they looked at each other. I don't know how many people witnessed that scene.

While many nobles were regretful, they were secretly glad that Wen Lin had disappeared, or died.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, falling into the vast deep sea with such serious injuries, the probability of surviving is almost zero.

Visia had no time to care about the small thoughts of the nobles at this time, and she came to the coast where the salvaged corpses were placed.

The soldiers who were tidying up looked at Visia walking over in fear, and were about to salute, when Visia waved her hand and walked into the pile of corpses.

The danger and cruelty of the battlefield are unimaginable. The blistered and whitish severed limbs exposed in sight, the black and purple head whose complete shape cannot be seen, and the colorful viscera scattered all over the ground forced Visia to feel a burst of pain in her stomach. twitch.

A scene of purgatory on earth, Visia's lips trembled and her teeth were clenched.

She wasn't sure whether Wen Lin was lying here with an unrecognizable appearance at this time, and the deep guilt and remorse seized all of Weisia's mind.

Resisting the choking, Visia tried her best to straighten her back, and walked forward step by step, her steps were so graceful that no one could see anything abnormal.

Looking carefully at the pile of corpses, there was nothing familiar that belonged to Wen Lin.

Walking to the other side where there were no people, stepping on the fine sand on the shore and facing the sea, Visia's straight spine seemed to be broken from it, and bent down abruptly, she stretched out her hands and tightly covered it. face, trying to restrain himself, tears still slipping down the corners of his eyes.

Wen Lin said that she had to wait for her to come back.

Vicia didn't know how to tell Wen Lin, even if it was one year, two years, five years, or ten years, as long as she could come back, as long as she could come back in her lifetime.

Trying to comfort myself, there is no trace, maybe it is good news.

According to the records, the ball left by Mrs. Guinevere can travel through time and space, stop time, and can create so many miracles and sacred objects that must also bring Wen Lin out of danger.

The sea breeze lifted Visia's blond hair, whirling wildly around, Visia let the wind dry the water marks on her face.

Bracing herself up, Visia walked back silently, forcing herself to put down Wen Lin's matter for the time being, and began to think carefully about the plan to be deployed next.

But every time the situation became more urgent, Visia would think of Wen Lin, thinking of that sentence,

"Your Excellency, then let us meet either in heaven or on the battlefield of victory."

She will win the final victory, Vicia's belief has never been as strong as it is now.

In the next two calm days, Vicia made crazy decisions one after another.

She transferred the remaining half of the elite troops to Nyaland, as well as the two countries of Iliha, which had a long-standing grudge with Sistine, and successfully intensified their long-grudged conflict with Sistine.

As for the Golan, Vicia sent orders as quickly as possible to recruit sailing boats, fishing boats, tugboats, barges, and even fishing boats for other purposes as she wished.

From everywhere else they sailed to the field, knowing that they would be paid for nothing and would even be wrecked and killed. 【1】

The number is astonishingly large, and it is so vast that it even blocks the sight of observing the Sistine fleet.

This disturbed the ships of Sistine and Fasser, who were shocked by the ferocity of the Golan soldiers to fight to the death.

This weak, barren, and ignorant country in this impression is not as vulnerable as imagined.

The Holy Court's ships arrived late on the third day, and they were sent by Bishop Gru and General Raleigh.

Contrary to what everyone expected, the first thing they did when they came to the battlefield was to ask about the current battle situation, but to rush to the dark cell to see the dying woman.

The terrifying power she displayed greatly frightened the soldiers of Sistine and Fasser, and they put heavy chains on Wen Lin's limbs, neck, and waist.

Gelu approached eagerly, looking at the woman lying on the ground in a panic, he impatiently brushed away the dirty and messy hair on Wen Lin's face, and after seeing Wen Lin's appearance, strong passion shot out from his cloudy eyes. shine.

General Raleigh watched Bishop Gru pacing back and forth in the dark and small cell, and repeated in a low voice, "It's her, it's her,"

He asked suspiciously, "Master Bishop, do you know the origin of this woman?"

When the situation of the battle was reported back to Madrid, no one believed the situation described in the letter. The Pope was furious and was about to send an army to question him. Unexpectedly, a letter came from Bruns.

Raleigh didn't know what was written in the letter. He only knew that after the Pope read the letter, he immediately sent Bishop Gru to accompany him, and never asked about the crime.

Bishop Gelu didn't say anything, he just ordered the execution room to be prepared quickly, and after entering the execution room with the personal attendant sent by the Pope, he didn't come out until noon the next day.

Lei Li glanced into the execution room out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the woman's body was covered with large and small iron burn marks, the nails on both hands and feet seemed to have been pulled out, and the entire bone in the right arm seemed to be plucked out. It was smashed, and the rotten flesh was hung on the cross. There were also several sword wounds that penetrated from the neck to the abdomen with bone visible.

The faint charcoal fire illuminated the horrible mottled blood in the torture chamber, and the dying woman looked like she was about to lose her breath.

Bishop Gru came out with a gloomy face, and frantically said to the Pope's attendant,

"Is the holy thing really on her? If it is, why doesn't she use it to save herself?"

"Wait a minute, no one is willing to die."

Wen Lin's situation was already very bad. She felt that this body seemed to have reached its limit, and there was no part of her body that did not hurt.

She opened her eyes slightly, but she didn't know whether it was sweat or blood rolling down in her eyes, blurred.

At first, the severe pain would make Wen Lin convulse and twitch, but now the pain is almost numb.

As soon as she opened her mouth, a steady stream of blood gushed out of Wen Lin's mouth, accompanied by a lot of pieces of meat. She tried hard to raise her head, but found that this simple movement could not be completed.

A dark sense of powerlessness enveloped Wen Lin. She tried her best to regain her sanity, but she couldn't resist the gradually stronger sense of weightlessness. Her soul seemed to be stripped from her body, and she passed out completely.

During this period of deep sleep, Wen Lin seemed to hear someone roaring angrily in her ears, her body seemed to be split into countless pieces, and then gradually cooled down.

"Save her! She can't die, she hasn't found what we want yet!"

"..."

Bishop Gelu lost his composure and drew his sword to stab the medical officer to death. He looked at Wen Lin's slowly cooling body with bitter eyes.

Her pupils gradually dilated, and her skin became pale as death.

After venting hysterically, Bishop Gru reluctantly accepted the fact that Wen Lin might not have a holy object. He turned his attention to the Golan camp on the other side, where the holy object might be.

Immediately his spirits lifted, Bishop Gelu immediately wrote a letter to Queen Golan, and agreed to her request to see Wen Lin.

The moment she learned that Wen Lin was still alive, uncontrollable ecstasy surged through Visia's blood, spread to her whole body, and then penetrated into her breath.

The two countries agreed that Vicia would meet in the middle of the battle line, and it was a rare sunny day.

Visia sailed to the center early, but as the picture on the Sistine ship became clearer and clearer, Visia only felt that her consciousness and reason, body and soul, became dilapidated in an instant, burning Pain, despair, suffocation, hysteria.

Her lover was hung high on a huge cross, and thick and long iron nails pierced her wrists and ankles.

Everywhere in her body was covered with bloody wounds...

Her chest didn't seem to rise and fall...

Visia was panting in vain, cautiously, she couldn't say a word, the burning pain from the licking flame rolled in her throat, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Under the gaze of the enemy, Visia exhausted all her strength to endure.

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[1] Drawing on Churchill's "Dynamo Plan" in the Dunkirk retreat