A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The black and red torrent receded slowly, stopping the destruction of the weak city walls of Kanal King City.

The commander of Gastard watched Aaron Landis's army retreat with a sneer on his face.

Originally, he was extremely afraid of this black knight who could kill Prince Tyre.

It is precisely because he is a Gastadian that he understands the terrifying power of the prince better than anyone else.

And such a powerful prince died in the hands of the black knight, it is conceivable that this black knight must be no less than Prince Tyre.

But now, he felt that he had caught the black knight's weakness.

There is no room for kindness in Gastard, for all kindness is gone.

Only the ruthless strong can stand above all.

Therefore, although Heymos was admitted to be powerful, the commander of Gastard looked down upon Heymos' choice to retreat because he was concerned about the hostages.

Kindness does not hold soldiers.

For the sake of the lives of thousands of slaves, the great opportunity to break the city was missed.

The commander thought.

It is said that the black knight is brave and good at fighting, and he is a rare general in ten thousand years, and it seems that it is nothing more than that.

Although he thought so in his heart, he was slightly relieved that the Aaron Landis chose to retreat.

In this way, with the help of these hostages, they can survive until reinforcements arrive.

At that time, the inside should be combined with the outside.

He will definitely make these Aaron Landis people suffer heavy casualties and return in a big defeat!

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The setting sun slowly fell to the horizon, and the fiery red clouds rolled over the horizon, covering the huge military camp with the glow of sunset glow.

The smoke was rising, and the soldiers had already started to light the bonfire, cook food and boil water.

Unless it is in an emergency war, the drinking water in the army must be boiled water, and it is not allowed to drink unboiled water without authorization.At the same time, military doctors are spreading lime powder deep in the barracks to prevent the plague.

These two are the military regulations written into the military order after the reform.

In the center of the barracks, next to the largest black tent, a fiery red lion flag fluttered in the air.

This is the camp of Heymos, the commander of the army.

At this moment, it was very quiet in the camp, except for Heymos himself, Kaihos, Teva and several other important generals were all here.

All of them frowned.

The people here are all experienced people, but in the wars they have experienced, they have never experienced such a thing.

This continent worships heroes.

It is extremely shameless for the Gastades to threaten each other on the battlefield with prisoners of war as hostages.

It can be described as the most despicable behavior.

On this continent, no general in any country would do such an act, and whoever dared to do so would be reviled by thousands of people.

But obviously, the Gastadians didn't care about that.

"After all, they are savage races from the Barrens."

A young general couldn't help but cursed loudly.

"A group of despicable and shameless beasts!"

Seeing his comrades being tied up on the city wall, he was really uncomfortable, but he was helpless, he just felt a puff of breath in his chest, he couldn't get up and down.

"Your Excellency Heymos, although you are temporarily retreating today, you must make a decision early."

Although an older middle-aged general also had a frosty face, his tone of voice was still calm.

"We don't have much time. According to the information we have heard, reinforcements from the Gastadians are arriving day and night. If we delay until their reinforcements arrive, we will be in trouble, so..."

"You mean to kill them?"

The young and vigorous general said loudly, interrupting the middle-aged general with anger on his face.

"I didn't say that."

"Isn't that what you meant? They are all our comrades, do you have the heart to kill them with your own hands—"

Facing the accusations from his colleagues, the middle-aged general looked calm and answered calmly.

"Then according to what you said, we will stay where we are, waiting for the reinforcements from the Gastadians to arrive, and we should work together from inside to outside to finish us off?"

"……I……"

"If it were you or them, because of yourself, the Aaron Landis army was defeated, and countless comrades died because of you, and you continued to live because of it--if it was you, would you like to see With this result, would you rather be killed by your compatriots?"

"........."

The young general was speechless.

He lowered his head gloomyly and stopped talking.

He knew in his heart that the middle-aged general was right, but he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

The middle-aged general turned to the chief seat again.

"Your Excellency Heymos, I know this decision is difficult, but the matter has come to this, you should make a decision as soon as possible."

Sitting on the main seat of the tent, a slender man in black armor sat quietly with a calm expression.

The fine black hair was scattered in the narrow corners of the eyes, and there was no emotion on that handsome face.

Heymos lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear the quarrel among the subordinates in the camp, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

The blond knight glanced at Heymos and looked away.

"Killing your comrades with your own hands will greatly weaken the morale of the soldiers, so I don't recommend it unless it is absolutely necessary."

Keyhors thought for a moment and said.

"Well, for two days, I suggest you spend two days thinking of a solution. After two days, if you really can't rescue them, for the sake of the overall situation, you can only sacrifice them."

After being silent for a while, the generals present nodded their heads one after another.

Only Heymos, who was seated above, still lowered his eyes and said nothing.

……

In a flash, two days and one night have passed.

The Aaronlandians racked their brains to try to rescue their comrades, but to no avail.

They wanted to attack at night, but those Gastadians pressed the hostages against the city wall even at night.

Provoking and trying to annoy the Gastadians to make them go out of the city to attack did not work.

When the evening of the next day came, the exhausted general who had been yelling, cursing and provoking outside the city wall for a whole day had no choice but to return angrily.

'The siege will begin tomorrow. '

Soon, Heymos' order spread throughout the barracks.

The Gasdad soldiers on the city wall suddenly noticed that there were many Aaron Landis busy around the siege equipment outside the city that had been idle for more than two days.

Numerous boulders were carried to the side of the catapult.

The giant crossbow bolts were also piled up next to the giant crossbow. Many people were polishing the tips of the arrows and wiping the parts of the equipment with oil.

The atmosphere in the Aaron Landis barracks has changed.

After receiving the report from his subordinates, the Commander-in-Chief of Gastard nodded.

It seemed that the Aaronlandis were determined to give up the lives of those compatriots and planned to attack again.

Either way.

He didn't expect to be able to hold off with hostages until reinforcements arrived.

Even if the black knight was a little more merciful, he wasn't that stupid.

Being able to delay for two days and two nights was already beyond his expectation.

He counted in his heart.

It should be no problem to stick to it for another three or four days with all your strength, and their reinforcements will arrive almost three or four days later.

Thinking of this, he ordered that the generals and soldiers should rest well tonight and prepare for tomorrow's battle.

It is conceivable that the Aaron Landis who had to kill his comrades with his own hands will definitely attack frantically, and the battle must be very fierce, so the soldiers must be mentally prepared to deal with it.

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Soon, it was late at night, and the barracks had completely quieted down.

The night watchmen stood outside the camp. In the camp, a bonfire was burning, illuminating the dark night sky.

The fire that looked particularly bright in the dark night was reflected in the eyes of the Aaron Landis on the city wall, and a hazy red light spread in their pupils.

For the past two days, they have been locked on the city wall like this, and exposed to the sun, they became weaker and weaker.

Considering physical problems, the Gastadians themselves still have to guard the city wall. Of course, they do not want the city wall to be soiled. It is really troublesome to tie and untie the ropes again and again, so the Gastadians tied them up for a while. Then it was released, and a row of fences was temporarily built on the city wall to lock them in.

Every once in a while, they were driven down the city wall in turn to solve their physical problems.

In order to prevent them from escaping and committing suicide, they are still not given food, but the hostages cannot be killed. Therefore, every once in a while, they are given a little bit of rice soup to keep them alive.

The night sky is boundless and starry.

Sid sat on the ground of the city wall, looking at the distant camp outside the city.

Even in the dark night, one can vaguely see the flying flag.

He also saw the changes in Aaron Landis' army in the evening, and he knew in his heart that tomorrow was the time for Aaron Landis' army to launch an attack.

After all, the longer the delay, the more dangerous the battle will be.

The delay of more than two days in order to save them was long enough.

"They did their best."

The middle-aged man sitting beside him was also looking at the flames of the camp in the distance, with a relieved smile on his face.

The companions who were also sitting next to him nodded slightly when they heard this sentence.

Even if they had to die at the hands of their comrades tomorrow, they didn't have any resentment.

Yes, it's just a pity.

They raised their heads, watching the fire in the distant camp, and the lion's banner flying in the night sky.

They looked very intently, as if they wanted the flag to be imprinted deep in their eyes.

Because they knew that this might be the last night they would see that flag.

The Gods of Aaron Landis.

Please guide our souls back to the land of Aaron Landis.

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Suddenly loud and heavy footsteps came from the quiet night.

Si De subconsciously followed the prestige.

He saw a group of Gastard soldiers walking up the steps to the wall and walking towards them.

The pens that held them were removed, and the Garstad soldiers surrounded them.

The torches hung on the city wall and burned, and the faint light of the fire was reflected on the blood-stained white armor of the Gastadians, as well as on the polished spears they held in their hands.

Sid saw the eyes of the captain who was the leader.

It was the indifferent look at a dying person.

"Just them."

The leading captain looked at this group of thin and weak slaves, and said lightly.

"There's almost enough room for 100 people here."

He gestured.

"Kill it, and then hang the corpse outside the city wall."

An order was given from above to let them come and kill a hundred Aaron Landis slaves, hang their bodies outside the city wall, and stain the city wall with their blood.

In order to warn and deter the Aaron Landis people.

It's hard to say that this move will make the Aaron Landis hesitate again, so as to delay it for another day.

He glanced casually just now and saw that there are more slaves in the fence here, there are almost more than 100 slaves.

Simply killing all the slaves here will complete the mission.

Sid gritted his teeth.

He stared at the Gastadian in front of him with hatred, his eyes almost burst into flames, and his clenched fingers rattled.

Not only him, none of the Aaron Landis people in this place showed panic and fear after hearing that they were about to be killed, and no one begged for mercy.

Everyone was silent, without saying a word, staring at the Gastadians surrounding them with hatred.

Their eyes wish they could drink their blood and swallow their bones.

Unpleasantly stared at by the hateful gazes of these slaves, a Garstad soldier grinned.

He shot one of the slaves in front of him hard in the eye.

Obviously, his body was extremely weak, but at this moment, Sid did not know where the strength came from.

Perhaps it was his instinct as a warrior.

He lunged forward, grabbing the spear that was stabbing at his companion.

Even though he knew that everything he was doing was futile, he still clenched his teeth and held on to the spear tightly, refusing to let go.

The stunned Gastard soldier shook vigorously a few times, but failed to shake off the skinny man. With an angry look on his face, he raised his foot and kicked the man's head hard. go down.

Sid, who was hit hard, only felt his head buzzing, and his eyes went blank for an instant.

All the strength in his body disappeared without a trace, and he was kicked to the ground, everything in front of him became a double image in his sight, shaking constantly.

In his blurred vision, he watched the sharp gun point move from far to near in his eyes.

Seeing that the tip of the gun was about to pierce through his eyebrows——

Under the night sky, the torch on the stone wall suddenly shook.

A silver light leaped across the night.

Like a flash of lightning coming through the air.

A hum.

The sharp arrow pierced fiercely into the chest of the soldier who raised his gun and stabbed at Sid.

The huge force even caused the tip of the arrow to burst out of the chest, and the arrow completely penetrated the soldier's chest.

He showed an unbelievable look, and then fell forward and fell to the ground.

The captain standing on the side was startled and angry, and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the arrow.

I saw a dark figure standing on the high tower of the city wall jumping down.

The moment he landed agilely, he rushed forward.

The movement of that figure was so swift and violent that it even left an afterimage on the spot.

The captain almost instinctively drew out the broad sword at his side.

However, when he had just pulled out the blade a few centimeters——

A cold light passed by.

His pupils suddenly dilated, and blood spurted from his slit throat.

He fell heavily to the ground on his back, his pupils wide open staring at the night sky.

At the same moment when the captain of Gastard fell, countless sharp arrows shot from the night.

The Gastard soldiers fell to the ground one after another amidst the screams.

After a wave of arrows rained, many people suddenly appeared on the city wall, came to kill here, and killed all the remaining Gastard soldiers.

Everything happened so suddenly that people were caught off guard, and even those Aaron Landis who had walked through life and death did not react.

They raised their heads and stared blankly at the man who suddenly appeared in front of them.

A stern man in black armor stood in the darkness.

His jet-black hair seemed to have melted into the night.

Firelight flickered on the stone wall, reflecting the teal Mars rune beneath his windswept hair.

Every time he swung the long sword in his hand, he could easily split an enemy's body.

The blood spurted from the enemy's body stained his black armor red.

That scene was very similar to the gesture of the legendary God of War waving the sharp sword in his hand——

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Heymos... Your Excellency?

Sid's mind went blank.

He felt like he was dreaming now.

How could Lord Heymos appear in such a place? !

The sudden noise woke him up in a stupor, and when he turned his head, he saw a large number of Garstad soldiers rushing towards this side.

A click.

The chain in Sid's hand snapped.

He casually cut off the chain in front of Sidd's hand, and Heymos kicked the Gastad's broad sword under his feet.

He said: "If you are not dead, get up and get ready to fight."

Heymos said in a cold voice, as if he couldn't see the opponent's bony and difficult-to-fight appearance, but gave him the order to fight in a natural tone.

Then he turned and went straight to meet the rushing Garstad soldiers.

Sid's shoulders shook violently.

"Yes!"

he said, grabbing his sword and standing up.

On that face that was so thin that almost only bones remained, only a pair of eyes were surprisingly bright and radiant.

He got his orders.

That's right, he's still Aaron Landis' fighter.

He can still fight—