A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The walls of Kanal King City have become chaotic.

A group of Aaron Landis sneaked into the city from nowhere, rushed to the city wall, killed the Gastard soldiers on duty at night, and rescued the compatriots imprisoned on the city wall.

The sharp whistle suddenly sounded under the night sky, waking up the Gastadians who had just fallen asleep. The soldiers hurriedly put on their outer armor, picked up their weapons and rushed out amidst the general's anxious shouts.

The silence of the night in the city was completely broken. For a while, there were hurried footsteps everywhere, the neighing of military horses, and the clash of weapons.

Outside the city, in the distance, the camp of the Aaron Landis people, which seemed to have been silent in the night, suddenly lit up.

The soldiers who were supposed to be sleeping on the bed with their armor off were all fully armed at this moment, holding the torches that had just been lit, forming a neat army formation.

Under the leadership of Deputy Commander Kehos, the army quickly rushed to the city.

With the light of the torches, Aaron Landis's infantry began to attack the city in the dark.

The catapults and other siege equipment that had been maintained early in the evening were rumbled and pushed over in the light of the fire, aiming at the city wall not far away again.

Outside the gate of King Kanal, countless Aaron Landis cavalry stood majestically in the dark night.

The horses under the cavalry neighed lowly on the noisy battlefield, as if infected by the atmosphere of the war, their hooves scratched the ground under their feet.

The majestic cavalry stands on the ground, waiting quietly, ready to go.

At the forefront of this huge Aaron Landis cavalry, the blond hair of the scorching sun knight was unusually dazzling in the firelight.

"Lord Kehoes, since you and Your Excellency Heymos both know the secret passage leading to the city, why didn't you send someone to sneak in from the beginning?"

Teva, who was following Kaihos, was waiting, and finally couldn't help asking.

That's right, before the expedition, the former Kanal prince Sia, who had changed his name to Novi, came to Kaihos and told him and Heymos about the secret passage.

That was a secret passage known only to the royal family of Kanal, so West Asia was able to successfully escape from the city of Kanal, which was surrounded by Gasdard's army.

Tonight, Heymos sneaked into the city through this secret passage with a group of extremely powerful fighters under his command, and killed people on the city wall to save people.

"It's just a secret passage used by the royal family of Kanal to escape. This kind of secret escape passage is usually very narrow for concealment, and it cannot allow too many people to pass through at one time."

Keyhos replied flatly.

"At most hundreds of people can sneak in at a time, but it's just a drop in the bucket, and it won't do much at all."

In some biographies or novels, I always like to write about the surprise attack strategy of a small group of soldiers sneaking into the city through secret passages and opening the city gates, thus destroying the city almost without damage.

Ordinary people would take this so-called 'surprise attack' seriously and think it was a conspiracy, but in the eyes of experienced generals like them, it was purely a joke, just listen to it and laugh it off.

Unless the generals of the defending army are really incompetent, the important gates will be guarded by heavy soldiers even in the middle of the night when defending the city, and it will take a lot of time to open the heavy gates - dozens or hundreds of people. It is impossible for the team to open the city gate, unless these people are all brave fighters who can stand up to a hundred.

However, in reality, how can one find hundreds of such powerful warriors who are rarely seen in thousands of years?

Of course, if the city is so impregnable that it cannot be attacked, he and Heymos will use this secret passage to find a way.

But the siege is progressing smoothly, and it can be won directly, so there is no need to think too much.

The so-called wars, surprise attacks and tricks are deceitful ways, the risks are extremely high, and they can only be used when there is no other choice.

The correct way to win is to completely overwhelm the opponent with strength and momentum.

Kyhoes raised his head and stared at the chaotic battlefield on the city wall, his golden hair brushed the black eyepatch on one side of him.

Hearing the sound of fighting from above, he suddenly remembered the scene tonight.

In the dimly lit tent, the man standing under the light lowered his head and fastened the armor on his arm.

'I promised Garlan that I would bring his people back to Aaron Landis. '

The man said so lightly, holding the long sword on the table, opened the door curtain, and strode out.

In the dark night, complex emotions appeared in the eyes of the blond knight.

…………

Everyone on the city wall is now fighting together.

Hundreds of brave warriors led by Heymos were fighting with the Gastard soldiers on the city wall, and rescued the compatriots who were imprisoned on the city wall one after another.

After being locked on the city wall for several days, these people's bodies were very weak, but as soon as they were rescued, they seemed to have gained infinite strength.

Even a lion that is sick and dying is still a lion.

The wildness in the bones will never disappear, even if it is chained for a long time, the minions will still be sharp.

They picked up the sword that they hadn't held for a long time, as if they were holding an extremely important part of their lives that had been lost—the warriors who turned from slaves back to Aaron Landis again, and they followed Heymos and the city wall. The Gastadians fought desperately together.

One fence after another was opened.

The sound of chains being broken came and went one after another, and the regained freedom fighters had red eyes and rushed towards the enemy frantically.

It was like a snowball, little by little, more and more, and the lineup became bigger and bigger.

From the beginning, Heymos brought only a few hundred people, and as more and more people were rescued, it gradually rolled into thousands, thousands of people.

From the small stream at the beginning, the water droplets from all directions converged, and gradually formed a torrent that swept across the city wall.

The Gasdad soldiers guarding the city wall had to resist the Aaron Landis soldiers who climbed up the city wall along the ladder outside, and also fought against the Aaron Landis soldiers who had been rescued on the city wall. Overwhelmed by the opponent.

Like a flood breaking a bank, more and more Aaron Landis soldiers rushed up the city wall and gathered under the team led by Heymos.

Gradually, on the city wall, Aaron Landis' troops overwhelmed the Garstad soldiers.

At the forefront of the fight, Heymos's black armor was already splattered with blood.

At his feet and beside him were corpses all over the place.

Wherever the blade in his hand went, there was blood spattered three feet.

Even the always brave Gastadians couldn't help but become timid when they saw the murderous black figure, and instinctively flinched back.

The Black Knight of Hell.

The evil god who came out of the fire of hell.

It makes people tremble with fear.

No wonder their mighty Prince of Tyr fell to this one.

Who can resist such a terrifying enemy?

…………

Reflecting the swaying firelight on the city wall, his golden-red eyes swept around, revealing the coldness of the night.

Heymos didn't speak, he just raised his hand and waved it forward.

Just such a movement made the soldiers who followed him shout like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Under the leadership of their invincible commander, they swooped down the city wall like a rainbow.

The Garstad soldiers guarding the city wall were retreating steadily before the raging torrent.

The Aaronlandians attacked the front of the city wall in one go, took this place, and turned the huge winch with all their strength.

The winch turned slowly, and the gate on the city wall was lifted little by little.

Aaron Landis, who had been waiting outside the city gate for a long time, rushed in ferociously the moment the city gate opened, and the steed neighed, knocking the Garstad soldiers who were blocking the gate to their knees.

The sharp swords in their hands severed the enemy's head.

The spears in their hands penetrated deep into the chest of the enemy.

They seemed to want to vent all the anger they had been simmering for the past few days at this moment, like a group of red-eyed hungry wolves, launching a frenzied charge towards the enemies in the city.

Heymos rushed down from the city wall, leaped, and got on his horse.

As soon as he pulled the rein, the steed under him neighed and turned around.

He and Kayhos, who was leading the cavalry to fight, looked at each other in the air, and nodded slightly to confirm each other's thoughts.

Heymos rode his horse and led thousands of cavalry to rush towards the palace in the center of the city along the Wangcheng Avenue.

And Kaihos led the remaining cavalry and the infantry rushing down from the city wall to continue fighting at the city gate to ensure that the city gate is completely controlled by his own side.

After Heymos left, he led the army to fight fiercely with the Gastard soldiers who came from both sides.

…………

The white palace stands in the night.

Noble and elegant, like a gorgeous and exquisite work of art.

Its last part of the building stands against the steep cliff, most of it is embedded in the mountain wall, and it is almost a completely suspended building, which is exquisite and magnificent.

The clear spring flows down from the cliff and falls to the ground, forming a clear river that surrounds the white palace.

It is a symbol of Kanal's cultural heritage and the heyday of art for thousands of years, and it is the pride of Kanal people.

However, it is now occupied by the invaders who destroyed Kanal.

Most of the troops of the Gastadians are distributed near the three walls, while the troops in the center of the royal city are much smaller in comparison.

Heymos led Aaron Landis' iron cavalry all the way to charge past, like a broken bamboo.

Immediately afterwards, in front of the White Palace, there was a fierce battle, and the Gastadians guarding outside the palace retreated.

They fled to the rear and retreated into the palace.

After getting off his horse, Heymos led his crowd into the palace.

When he entered the hall along the high white stone steps, the corpses of Gastadians were everywhere on the snow-white road and steps in the palace.

He strode into the hall stepping on the corpses and blood of the enemies all over the place.

The black and red cloak fluttered behind him, absorbing all the flames on both sides of the palace into the deep black.

At the end of the palace, it is also the highest point.

A middle-aged Gastadian with a pale complexion and a thick beard stood in the chamber of the tower.

He stood in front of the large French windows, condescending, looking down at the Aaron Landis who had entered the palace with indifference.

He is the commander-in-chief of the Gasdad army guarding Canal, and a loyal subordinate of the dead Prince Tyre.

The middle-aged commander fixed his eyes on the tall knight in black armor.

The jet-black armor had been stained with the blood of the Gastadians.

Black Knight Heymos.

This is the man who killed the monarch to whom he served, the Prince of Tyre.

And now, he has also been defeated by this person.

He stared at Heymos coldly.

Suddenly, there was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

A ferocious and crazy look flashed in his dark eyes.

……

In the hall of Kanal Palace, which was as white as clouds, Heymos stood quietly.

In this light-colored hall, standing in black armor, he looked unusually abrupt.

The long sword in his hand pointed to the ground, and the blood that hadn't dried up dripped down the blade onto the white jade ground.

He looked around, his blood-stained handsome face looked extremely cold, his eyes were dignified, as if he was thinking about something very important.

The Aaron Landis soldiers around looked at Heymos in awe. They breathed lightly and stepped back a little so as not to disturb their commander thinking about important matters.

But at this moment, Heymos, who was looking around the palace hall, was thinking about...

It is said that Kanal's craftsmanship and art are unparalleled in the world, and he originally thought that he could find some treasures and bring them back to Garlan.

But looking around, Heymos pondered, Kanal's slender and exquisite style didn't seem to be the type Garlan liked.

Well, forget it then.

Heymos had just finished thinking about the 'important matter' when a person hurried over from the side and reported to him.

"Your Excellency! Found it!"

The soldier who came to report at a fast pace gasped for breath.

"They were all kept in the slave yard behind the palace."

Heymos nodded, stepped forward, and led the crowd to the back of the palace.

There were tens of thousands of Aaronlandis who were captured by the Gastad and brought to the King City of Kanal, and they were all reduced to slaves and enslaved.

Even if the Gastadians took him as a hostage, it was impossible to send all the tens of thousands of people to the city wall. They just drove thousands of people to the city wall, and the rest were naturally held in the slave yard behind the palace.

After being awakened by the sound of fighting outside in their deep sleep, the Aaron Landis who were locked here waited nervously and anxiously.

At this moment, seeing the soldiers in the familiar black and red armor rushing in, they shouted excitedly.

The stone pillar fence that had imprisoned them for more than a year was smashed, and the iron chains that locked them like livestock were cut off. After more than a year of dark life, they finally regained their freedom.

Many people couldn't control their red eyes, they rushed outside almost impatiently, followed the footsteps of their comrades, and quickly rushed out of this place where they suffered so much and were humiliated.

At this moment, everyone's faces were full of joy, and the happy atmosphere infected everyone.

Because there was only one exit, everyone consciously lined up in a neat line and left here quickly and methodically.

Heymos stood silently on a high platform on one side, watching the team wriggling out like a long dragon.

His expression was cold, still the expression that showed no emotion, but everyone who passed by under the high platform gave him grateful and awe-inspiring gazes.

Raising his hand, he inserted the long sword that was no longer dripping blood back into the scabbard. Heymos raised his head and looked towards the southeast.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the thick walls and the distant space, looking at the golden palace by the sea.

The palace where the blond boy resides.

Five months have passed in a flash.

He hadn't seen Garlan for five full months.

Longing makes people suffer so much, it is more bitter than poison, and more heart-wrenching than a sharp sword.

The sharp corners of his eyes still had the hostility from the war, but at this moment, there was a trace of softness in the blood-stained black knight's eyes.

He raised his hand, and his light-colored lips fell gently on the malachite ring between his fingers.

The war is over.

He was finally able to set foot on the road home.

Back to Aaron Landis.

Go back to the golden palace.

Back to his beloved teenager.

…………

Noor was at the back, walking forward as the line moved.

Although everyone left very quickly, there were tens of thousands of people here after all, and after a while, there were still a small number of people who could not leave.

Noor is in no hurry.

It took more than a year to survive, and it was not so short.

He raised his head and looked in awe at Lord Heymos standing on the high platform.

He saw Lord Heymos, who had been standing there all this time, suddenly moved, jumped down from the high platform, and walked towards him, as if planning to leave with the last group of them.

Nuer was feeling nervous because the other party was coming, and suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if he had been hit by something.

He looked down and saw a stone rolling under his feet.

Strange, how could a stone fall and hit his head in this kind of place?

Noor thought puzzledly.