A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the spacious room, the ice cubes placed in the four corners exude a cool air, making the temperature in the room much cooler than outside.

The big lion lay comfortably on the ground, its golden-brown mane spread out on the white jade floor, occasionally licking its paws comfortably.

There are two other people in the room.

The First Legion and the Third Legion, the two legions stationed in the royal city, had been directly called the Central Legion by King Garlan not long ago.

In the near future, on the battlefield, under the leadership of their respective brave and powerful commanders, these two armies will be almost invincible and invincible.

Therefore, it has become the goal that all soldiers yearn for.

But now, these two major legions are still just newborn, still in the fledgling period.

At this moment, the commanders-in-chief of the two armies were in the room, and each of them was holding a plan document for military reform.

It is related to the combat effectiveness and future development of their own army. Both of them are very serious and want to improve this reform plan to every aspect as much as possible before implementing it, taking into account every omission.

The two have been discussing here for a whole afternoon.

On the side, the big lion lying lazily on the ground dozed off half awake and half asleep. Suddenly, its round ears moved and protruded from its thick mane.

Its big head suddenly lifted up and turned to look in the direction of the door.

The golden-brown pupils reflected the figure of the boy who walked in through the gate.

Garlan returned here just after summoning several local officials.

As soon as he entered, everyone's eyes fell on him.

He raised his hand to untie the cloak behind him and handed it to the maid behind him, and smiled at the two standing by the table.

"Go ahead and don't pay attention to me."

He waved his hands casually.

Turning his head, his gaze met Nega who raised his head and stared at him. Garlan walked over quickly and sat down on the soft cushion on the ground.

"Come on, Nega."

He smiled and held out his hand.

The big lion let out a low howl, and arched its big head into Garlan's arms.

It was still lying on the ground, but its head was lying on the young man's lap. When Garlan rubbed its head, its round ears moved, and a low purring sound came out from its throat.

Garlan scratched its chin, and the big lion narrowed its eyes, flicking its long tail, looking extremely comfortable.

A glass of ice water was handed to him, and when Garlan raised his head, his eyes met those golden-red eyes.

Heymos' slightly long and narrow eye contours are sharp, but the gaze revealed in them is very soft.

Garlan raised his hand and just caught the glass of water, but another hand suddenly reached out from the slope and pressed it on his.

"Your Majesty, this cup has already been used by someone else."

The blond hair hangs down from Kyhos's shoulders, reflecting the sun, making the knight's handsome profile even more accentuated.

Smiling mildly, the knight took the glass of water from his majesty's hand firmly and politely.

Then, he raised his head and said to the maid beside him, "Bring Your Majesty a glass of iced juice."

After speaking, he put the cup used by Heymos aside.

As soon as he raised his head, he met Heymos' gaze.

Heymos stared at him from the corner of his slightly slanted eyes, revealing a sharp edge like a sharp sword.

He faced him directly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, his eyes were like knives.

The eyes of the two knights collided in the air, their swords collided, and sparks flew all over for a while.

The boy king, who concentrated on stroking Nega's fluffy head, didn't notice it. On the contrary, Nega, who was lying obediently on Garlan's lap, was keenly aware of the oppression coming from the side.

Feeling uncomfortable, the big lion raised his head and howled dissatisfiedly at the two of them.

"What's wrong, Nega?"

Garlan put down the juice, smiled and shook Nega's head.

The big lion couldn't speak, so he couldn't tell those two annoying guys, so he could only whine lowly at Garlan, and leaned over to rub Garlan's face with the wet tip of his nose.

After acting coquettishly for a while, it sat down again contentedly.

"Is the shoulder injury better?"

As Heymos asked, he sat beside Garlan very naturally.

Keyhors sat next to him on the other side.

"Are you hurt? Why didn't you tell me?"

As he spoke, his eyes swept over Garlan.

Garlan shook his head.

"It's not an injury, it's just a stiff neck."

He took another sip of the ice-cold fruit juice, and while stroking the big lion, he looked at the two of them.

"Have you discussed it?"

"almost."

The blond knight replied.

But he was wondering why Heymos knew about Garlan's stiff neck.

Did this guy sneak into His Majesty's bedroom again at night?

No, it seems that these few days he has to guard outside the palace at night.

"You plan to do the same with the First Legion?"

Keyhos nodded.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I have read Your Excellency Heymos's proposal, and I think it is very suitable."

As soon as he finished speaking, the High Priest Shamash who stepped in from the door continued to speak.

"Kaihos, I suggest you be more cautious. It is best to wait for His Excellency Heymos to implement it and see the effectiveness of the Third Legion before making a decision."

Shemur does not agree with the simultaneous reform of the two legions, he believes that this is very risky.

He felt that it would be safer to proceed step by step, one by one.

"No, Your Excellency the High Priest, the First Legion has only been rebuilt for more than a year, and there will not be too much resistance to its reform now. If it takes longer, the reform will become more troublesome in the future."

And Kaihos knew very well that Heymos's military reform would bring about a qualitative leap in the legion's combat effectiveness.

He never cared about which of the so-called two people was the strongest knight of Aaron Landis.

However, he was very concerned about the strength of the army they commanded.

The First Army under his command must be the most elite and most powerful army under King Garlan's command!

Shemur frowned.

"That said, but..."

"Okay, that's it."

Garlan raised his hand, stopped the dispute between the two, and made a decision.

He looked up, looking at Kyjos and Heymos.

He said: "One month's time to complete the transformation of the Legion."

Caressing the thick mane of Nega lying on his lap, Garlan lowered his eyes and said calmly.

"I informed Tal yesterday to ask him to prepare enough military supplies within a month."

Shemuer's expression turned serious.

Kaihos looked at Garlan with burning eyes.

Heymos sat without moving, but a bright light flashed across his eyes.

They all guessed Garlan's decision at this moment.

Canal.

Although they all knew in their hearts that after the incident with Prince West Asia, they would go to Kanal to fight sooner or later.

But none of them expected that this day would come so early.

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The clouds dispersed, and the bright sunlight searched across the earth, and the top of the palace shone with golden brilliance bathed in the sunlight.

At this moment, the two sides of the palace hall are full of people, and almost everyone is whispering and whispering.

At the large-scale court meeting that only happens once a week, after the important political affairs have been reported, everyone can easily go back to have lunch after talking about a few less urgent matters and finally summarizing them.

However, what the young king on the throne said suddenly was like a thunderbolt, blasting the entire hall apart.

"Send troops to Kanal?"

"A month later?"

"This is too fast, King Garlan."

"Such a hasty expedition is not the way to victory, King Garlan, please think about it."

"Although it is justifiable for us to send troops to Kanal now, but, Your Majesty, what will other countries think of you if you send troops so eagerly?"

A small number of people remained silent, while more ministers asked Garlan to think carefully.

Since King Garlan took the throne, he has implemented many wise measures. In less than a year, he stabilized Aaron Landis, who had been in turmoil due to the war for a while, and restored the country to peace.

This is a wise young monarch.

Everyone agrees on this.

But looking at it now, he was still too young after all, so he made this quick decision.

In the eyes of the noble ministers, the reason why King Garlan sent troops so impatiently was because he wanted to become the real King of Kanal as soon as possible.

As a young king, he is young and full of vigor, high-spirited, always eager to reach the sky in one step.

Expanding the territory, adding glory, doubling the territory of Aaron Landis - such a great feat, of course, will make the boy king eager to go to Kanal.

Thinking of this, Zuo Sixiang, who is the head of civil servants, stepped forward directly.

"Aaron Landis has just stabilized and needs a long period of recuperation. King Garlan, I don't think it's time to start a war lightly."

He persuasively frowned.

"I don't think you should be in a hurry."

The upright minister looked up at Garlan and remonstrated unceremoniously.

"Your Majesty, you are still very young, and you still have enough time. Even if you wait another two years, you will still be under [-]. It will not be too late to go to Kanal at that time."

His next sentence was already a little harsh.

"Please don't do it rashly."

Although loyal words are harsh, as a courtier, his task is to assist the king and prevent him from making wrong decisions.

Even if it offends the king, he will not hesitate.

With his head held high, Prime Minister Zuo had already made up his mind that he would oppose sending troops to Kanal no matter what.

Sitting on the golden throne, the young king looked down at his courtiers.

"I can wait."

He says,

"But someone can't wait."

Everyone looked at each other in surprise, but didn't react for a while.

'Someone'?

Who are you talking about?

"I still have enough time, but those people's time is running out, they can't wait any longer."

Garlan said, looking across the hall.

He didn't confuse the ministers for too long.

"More than a year ago, in the battle of Judas City, Brother Wang died in battle, the three major legions were destroyed, and tens of thousands of soldiers became captives of the Jasdades."

"Among them, the vast majority were escorted by the Gastadians to the Kingdom of Kanal and became slaves of the Gastadians."

"To this day, tens of thousands of my Aaron Landis soldiers have been humiliated and tortured in the hands of the Gastadians as slaves. Many of them have already died, and more will soon die."

"It's been a year, they've waited long enough."

The entire hall fell silent, only Garlan's voice echoed in the hall.

The young king's voice was very calm, but there was no doubt about what was contained in that calmness.

Garlan said, "I will bring them back to Aaron Landis."

The hall was very quiet, no one spoke, even Zuo Sixiang, who stood up and resolutely opposed sending troops, fell silent.

In the Battle of Judas more than a year ago, tens of thousands of Aaron Landis soldiers were captured by the Gasdars, brought to Kanal, and reduced to slaves.

This is extremely common on the mainland.

There has never been a kingdom that would attack another country in order to rescue the captured prisoners of war.

But King Garlan said that he sent troops to Kanal to bring them back.

"You don't need to worry. My decision was not made on a whim. It was a decision I made a year ago to send troops to Kanal."

Garlan continued.

Those words startled Zuo Sixiang, and he couldn't help asking.

"But a year ago, how did you know that Prince West Asia would..."

"I do not know."

The young Wang Mingliang stared at him and said calmly.

"However, even if there is no Prince West Asia incident, I will send troops at this time."

"........."

Zuo Sixiang was choked up.

He looked at King Garlan, with a look of helplessness on that resolute face at this moment.

He sighed and said, "Your Majesty, if that's the case, you are trespassing on another country without authorization, and you will be collectively condemned by other countries."

"Probably, but even so, I will send troops."

Garlan smiled at Zuo Sixiang.

"It's not negotiable," he said.

Zuo Sixiang: "..."

He sighed deeply again.

Only then did he discover that the young Wang was such a willful person.

This time it is like this, so will you do the same willful behavior in the future?

He thought with a headache.

Helplessness is helplessness... But for some reason, at this moment, he didn't want to object.

【I want to bring them back to Aaron Landis. 】

Perhaps it was because this sentence touched the bottom of his heart.

"But, there has never been such a practice on the mainland..."

There is also the Zhuhe faction who is unwilling to go to war and wants to persuade unwillingly.

In the quiet hall, Garlan got up and stood up from the throne.

He walked forward, his light-colored cloak billowing behind him.

"I don't know what the so-called continental practice is."

The young king stood on the high platform, his golden pupils looked down at the crowd.

"I am the king of Aaron Landis."

His voice echoed in the hall.

"I will never abandon my people."