A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Spring has arrived, bringing with it the warm and gentle wind from the south. Although it is not as warm as the Wangcheng in the south where you can wear short-sleeved attire, the northern land has also become warmer soon.

The ice and snow on the high mountains are melting rapidly, and the rivers are rushing down the ridges.

On the flat ground under the mountain, the land that was originally barren due to the heavy snow in winter turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the green grass sprouts emerged from the ground in just a few days, covering the ground.

The land with increasingly lush grass makes the warm spring breeze seem to have a little breath of grass.

The spring in the Northland is beautiful, but over the years, the Aaron Landis people in the Northland have no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery around them.

Because almost every spring, the Geshurians from the north would go south to attack Aaron Landis, plundering food and supplies from the north.

In the spring of the Northland, you can't smell the smell of green grass or the direction of flowers. On this land, you can only see the smoke of war and smell the smell of blood.

And this year's war in the Northland is even worse than in previous years.

But not because of the Geshurians, but because of another invader, Gastard.

On the ground, the sound of horseshoes was sounding, rapid and overwhelming, as if the ground shook with the sound of horseshoes.

I don't know how many times, the cavalry on both sides launched a charge.

The horses are galloping like a rainbow.

On this wild land, the cavalry in black and red leather armor and the cavalry in white armor collided heavily.

The tens of thousands of cavalry were quickly entangled together, densely packed, as if dark clouds covered the sky.

The Garstad cavalrymen held long machetes and slashed heavily at the enemy.

The Aaron Landis cavalry raised their shining spears and stabbed forward into the enemy's chest.

The horses were neighing, and the horseshoes trampled on the young grass, crushing the greenery into the pitch-black mud.

Either the Aaron Landis cavalryman whose body was split fell to the ground, or the Gastade man whose chest was pierced fell to the ground.

Among the galloping horses, no one can stand up again. The moment they fall from the horse, the whole person will be trampled to bloody by the running horseshoes.

On the battlefield where it's either you die or I die, everyone's face is full of ferocity.

They forgot everything, and the only thing they remembered in their blood-filled minds was to ruthlessly kill all the enemies they saw!

The sound of fighting resounded through the earth, and it continued for a whole day, until the sun went down, and both sides sounded the horn of retreating troops, and everyone retreated slowly.

The corpses that were left all over the ground were piled up on the battlefield, telling the cruelty and tragedy of the war.

The sky was still very bright, and under the bright sunlight, the countless corpses with stumped limbs and arms looked even more ugly and terrifying.

Coupled with the warmth of rejuvenation, as soon as the warmth of rejuvenation fermented, the corpses piled up here quickly rotted, and the stench fermented, spreading in all directions.

Countless flies buzzed around the corpse, and voles burrowed inside the corpse.

More and more vultures in the sky were attracted by the rotting corpses. When the humans left the battlefield, they fell from the sky, gnawing on the bones and flesh that were about to rot.

The soldiers who were still alive could not help feeling sad when they watched the scene of their comrades being eaten by vultures and voles from a distance.

Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after tomorrow, they will also become one of those corpses, devoured by vultures and wild beasts.

However, the only ones whose morale began to drop due to this kind of sad mood were Gasdard's army.

Unlike the Gastadians who only drag back the soldiers who are still alive, the Aaron Landis will send a logistics army to the battlefield after each battle to find the unconscious survivors and restrain Aaron Landis. The body of the Disi.

The mercenaries led by Keli were incorporated into the logistics army.

They would bring back the bodies of their comrades who died in battle, and then dig a pit at the foot of the mountain not far away, and bury their bodies in the ground.

And when the soldiers of the logistics army were carrying the corpses of their companions, no one in the Gastard army attacked them, but watched them silently gathering the corpses of their companions on the battlefield.

…………

It was already the eighth day of the head-to-head confrontation between the army of Aaron Landis and the army of Gastard, and the two sides were still evenly matched.

Although each has losses, no one can overwhelm the other.

Although the veteran Carleni is not good at surprise attacks, he is a steady general. He not only arranges his camp to be airtight, but also fights steadily on the battlefield.

He is a stickler, and you can do whatever you want. Anyway, I will stand still, just ignore you, and only fight head-on with you.

Carleni's brainless approach made Till, who tried to use all kinds of tricks, seduction, provocation, or sneak attack, but nothing worked, lost his temper, and couldn't help but swear in private. .

Since the last night attack, Keyhors arranged for the more than 100 rangers to take turns to monitor the opponent's barracks at night.

With the abilities of those rangers and their sensitivity to movement, they can lurk very close to the Gastad camp and monitor their movements.

Because of these rangers, the Gastadians tried two more night raids without success, and even some brave rangers went in at night and killed one or two small leaders of the Gastadians.

Unlike the Aaron Landis who had good morale, the atmosphere in Gasdard's army gradually became unstable.

Among Gastad's 14 troops, there are only [-] troops belonging to the Gastad people's main army, and the rest are composed of generals from Kanal, Xida, Aaron Landis and other countries. mixed army.

These people have been treated differently.

Fear of the Gastadians, and having nowhere to go as treacherous surrenders, they had endured before.

But now, due to the shortage of food and grass, the soldiers' food has begun to be reduced, from the original three meals a day to two meals a day.

In fact, this is barely acceptable, but the key point is that the soldiers of the mixed army from other countries not only became two meals, but also cut the food for each meal by half, which was worse than the soldiers of Gastad's main formation. Many people can barely eat enough every day.

They are starving and have to be the vanguard in every battle, forced to rush to the forefront.

Therefore, the casualties of the mixed army are naturally much greater than those of Gasdad's own army.

In this way, even though the soldiers of the mixed army who rushed to the front of Gastad's soldiers but couldn't get enough to eat, even though they still feared the Gastad people, their dissatisfaction was growing day by day.

In addition, there was another panic that started to spread in the army, but it was suppressed by force.

Not only the soldiers, but even the non-Gastad generals of other countries gradually became emotional.

Contradictions gradually began to breed in the Gastard army.

In the tent, a middle-aged General Gastard was frowning and reporting the situation of food and grass in the barracks to Tyre, who was sitting at the top.

Although there was a bit of worry in his eyes, he still looked calm and reported to Tyre calmly.

"Your Highness, our rations can only last for ten more days at most. Even if the soldiers' rations are reduced again, we can only last for a few more days."

"At the same time, if the rations continue to be reduced, it will be difficult to maintain the physical strength and combat effectiveness of the soldiers."

After the general finished speaking, suddenly a person who was clearly not a general came in hurriedly.

He didn't have the composure of the middle-aged general, with a flustered face, he saluted Tire nervously.

"How's it going?"

Tyre looked at him and asked.

That person approached and lowered his voice, only a few people here could barely hear what he said.

"I can't control it..."

His words made the face of the middle-aged general who was calm just now change suddenly.

The man continued to whisper: "Your Highness, please make plans early."

Tire was sitting on a chair, the yellow firelight was reflected on his silver-white armor, and fine silver threads were scattered in the corners of his long and narrow eyes.

The handsome face is as cold as ice, and the thin lip line is extremely sharp, giving people an even colder feeling.

Gently, step by step, the fingers of his right hand tapped on the armrest of the seat.

The fingers with distinct joints look as if they are carved from bone.

There seemed to be a deep mist churning in the depths of his pupils, and it settled down little by little, sinking to the deepest part.

There seemed to be a violent wind and snow raging in his eyes, showing cruelty.

Tyr didn't speak, but obviously he made a decision at this moment.

No one knows what decision he made.

But at this moment, if someone looked into his eyes, he would definitely feel cold all over his body.

That person must feel that he saw the so-called hell through a person's eyes.

"From tomorrow, stop reducing rations and return to the usual supply."

"At the same time, pass on my order, get ready, the whole army will withdraw to Kanal."

After a short pause, he said,

"Let... stay behind."

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………………

It was already late at night, and after visiting the wounded soldiers, Garlan returned to his camp accompanied by his follower Tal.

"Speaking of which, Your Highness, I'm a little curious. Why did you guess that the Gastadians would come to the north?"

"Because going east is a desert."

"what?"

"It's very hot in the desert. It's okay in winter. It will become very hot in spring, even hotter than the royal city."

"??"

"Tyr's purpose is different from Yithian and Geshuren, not just to grab and go. He wants to occupy Aaron Landis, which is a very long time, so he has to let Garth Dade's soldiers are able to stay in combat for a long time."

"???"

The little fat man was dumbfounded.

"Prince, I don't understand."

"Tal, let you go to the desert and run around in the sun, what will happen?"

"……will die."

Definitely will die of dehydration.

Don't talk about running around, don't even want to move, okay?

"You are always like this when you grew up in Wangcheng, let alone those Gastadians."

"???"

So, is there any connection between what you said later, Prince, and what you said earlier, judging the reason why the Gastadians came to the Northland?

Tal was still confused.

Seeing the bewildered look on Tal's chubby face, Garlan smiled and didn't continue to explain. He just waved his hand and told the little fat man, who was full of question marks, to go back to rest, while he himself got into the tent.

Um?Xinyas is not there?

Because of the attack on the camp that night, everyone was very nervous about his safety, and they unanimously decided to let Xinyas sleep with him in the same tent, which could protect him at night.

Garlan walked into the tent, took off his cloak, and hung it on the wooden frame beside him.

Although it was spring, the night was still a little cold, so Tal insisted on letting him put on a cloak when he went out just now.

Has Xinyas gone out?

While thinking, he sat down and picked up the cup on the table.

...milk again.

Garlan clicked his tongue inwardly.

And it's still warm, holding it in both hands feels warm, and the warmth is transmitted to the palm through the cup.

The faint scent of milk made the boy squint his eyes comfortably.

He raised the milk to his mouth, and suddenly remembered that when he came in just now, the guards in front of the tent reported to him that Kehos had come, and his expression seemed a little anxious.

I don't know if there is something urgent to find him...

and many more.

Just when his lips were about to touch the milk, Garlan's hand paused slightly.

wrong.

Who gave him hot milk?

Xin Yasi is careless and doesn't think about such things at all.

Tal was by his side the whole time.

And Kaihos... The guard said that Kaihos came more than an hour ago. If it was him, it is impossible for the milk to be still warm.

There were other people in the camp!

This judgment made Garlan's chest tighten, and his mind turned rapidly.

Was it an assassin sent by the Gastadians?

Was it poisoned in the milk?

Is that person still in the tent now?

To be able to sneak into his tightly guarded tent without any trace, that person's ability must not be underestimated.

The flames flickered on his cheeks, the young man paused for a moment, then continued to raise his hands, opened his lips, and took a shallow sip of milk.

After taking this sip, he didn't seem to like the taste of milk very much, frowned, and put the cup back on the table.

He stretched himself, with a relaxed look on his face.

"A little hungry."

He said to himself, stood up, and walked towards the door of the tent, as if he wanted to ask the guards outside to get him some food.

Probably because he was tired all day, his movements looked lazy, not in a hurry, and he walked forward at a leisurely pace.

……

Pretending to take a sip of milk, Garlan seemed to be lazily walking forward at this moment, with no expression on his face, but his chest was already tensed.

His ears were pricked up, listening attentively to any movement in the tent.

He seemed to be lowering his eyes lazily, but the peripheral vision in the corner of his eyes was sweeping around without any trace.

A few more steps and you'll be at the door.

Garlan's body was slowly tensing up, ready to go.

Just one more step and he's darting out—

Seeing that he had reached the door, the last step was about to fall.

Suddenly, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind him.

A strong arm hugged him tightly, and the other hand tightly covered his mouth.

Garlan's pupils suddenly dilated.

He had already overestimated the ability of this assassin who could sneak into his camp amid heavy siege, but now he felt that he still underestimated the horror of the person behind him.

He instinctively struggled violently.

But the arm that was holding him tightly was terribly strong, like an iron clamp, preventing his upper body from moving.

Just when Garlan was startled and angry, suddenly, a familiar voice came from beside his ear.

"Don't call."

That extremely familiar voice made Garlan stunned.

While he was in a daze, the person who hugged him from behind pulled him from the door back to the deepest part of the camp with great ease.

In the deepest part of the tent, there was a small space separated by thick curtains, which could somewhat conceal some movements. It was the place where Garlan rested at night.

"How will you be here?"

Looking up at the familiar handsome face in front of him in astonishment, Garlan's mind was still a little empty, and he subconsciously asked.

Heymos should be in the royal city right now.

"Wangcheng is very safe now, safer than your place."

Heymos replied.

The golden-red eyes swept across Garlan's body from top to bottom, focused, deep, and extremely careful, as if a traveler who had been walking in the desert for too long without getting a little water finally saw a puddle of clear water .

It is also like a child who finally found his lost beloved object, checking over and over again whether there is any scar on the beloved object.

"But that's also..."

Before Garlan could finish his sentence, Heymos made a sudden move, grabbed his hand, and threw him onto the bed next to him.

Before finishing the two sentences, Garlan was caught off guard by Heymos and was pinned down on the bed.

He didn't expect Heymos to make a move at all, he didn't react at all.

He lay face down on the bed, Heymos' left hand pressed hard on his shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, there was a snort.

There was a sudden chill behind.

Garlan felt bad all of a sudden, and even forgot to struggle for a while.

Pressing Garlan firmly on the bed with one hand, Heymos ripped off the clothes on Garlan's back.

The boy's white back was exposed to the air.

The warm yellow light reflected on the slender and beautiful butterfly bones, and the milk-like skin glowed slightly.

No scars.

The skin on the young man's back was smooth and tender, and there was no trace of being pierced by a sharp arrow on the back of his heart as he had dreamed about in his dream. At this moment, Heymos finally let go of his heart that had been held high.

He heaved a sigh of relief, and naturally, the hand holding Garlan relaxed accordingly.

In the next second, Garlan, who felt that his own strength was being lightened, turned around abruptly, regardless of his torn clothes, without saying a word, he just kicked his leg.

Bang it.

The boy whose golden pupils were about to burst into flames kicked the defenseless black knight off the bed.