Chapter 642 Gifts and Choices

The morning of the eighth day came.

Under the king's order, the troops in the city of Saint-Sunil that still had a certain fighting ability were quickly organized to carry out the first counter-offensive since the defense of the city.

The troops ordered to set off are divided into two groups, one is the royal knights loyal to the king, and the other is a mixed knights composed of children and private soldiers of the nobles of the capital. After passing through the city gate, the style looks completely different——

The Royal Knights are few in number, and only 40% of the people who survived are still fighting. They are wearing armors that have been scarred, and the bloodstains on their weapons have not even been wiped off. They are like a group of rust-colored war sculptures. , silently crossed the city gate, murderous and restrained but orderly.

Compared with them, the other team was noisy and flamboyant, with a variety of colorful flags flying over this team, and the noble children and knights wearing bright armor and ruddy faces riding on high-headed horses, it was like a full-dress travel. The troupe of the troupe played all the way, and it was very lively, and between the teams with different flags, you can also see the heraldic flags with colorful lace fluttering high, which is a way of showing off the nobles’ personal expedition——

Of course they have to show off, because the next "battle" will be a performance with almost no risk, just like hunting in autumn and winter every year. Go down to hunt and kill a group of beasts that have been cornered. No matter what the process is, as long as the arrow is inserted into the beast, the person who draws the bow and shoots the arrow will win the title of "courageous", and now, they are going to take it. This brave name.

After all, speculators also know their stains, especially those who were ready to transfer their belongings and finally swore their allegiance to the king's coronation. They desperately need some "victory results" to decorate their appearance.

This victory was not for the king, but for Grand Duke Gawain Cecil.

That is a duke with great military exploits. At this moment, he is using force to turn the tide. Such a duke will definitely pay attention to the performance of all parties in the previous battle of defending the city after entering the capital. Therefore, accumulating some military exploits for himself in time is to receive Accumulate resources from the political investment that has come down - anyone with vision can see that the situation in Ansu will be completely reshuffled after this war, the East and North will decline, and even the West will be hurt. To be honest, only the southern border is the real winner, just like the Wilder family who controlled Ansu in the name of "regent" after the end of the Fogmoon civil strife a hundred years ago.

And as for the king... poor king, his kingship will probably come to an end the moment Duke Gawain Cecil enters the city.

Count Uriel, a noble of the royal capital who was traveling in costume, raised his head and glanced back. Looking at the king flag fluttering on the tall city wall of Saint Sunil, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighed with an aria rich in the characteristics of the northern upper class. : "How pitiful,

The king was only free for eight days. "

Another person nearby echoed: "Yeah, got rid of Wilder and welcomed Cecil... Who would have thought of this a few years ago?"

Earl Uriel smiled reservedly: "I have purchased a lot of alchemy potions and magic weapons in the South. As his important customer, I must have some impressions of Grand Duke Gawain Cecil."

"Of course, my friend, your vision for investing has always been admirable..."

...

Wales stood on the city wall, watching the costumed team marching in the direction of the "Crow's Mesa", and did not say a word for a long time.

Duke Baldwin's voice sounded aside: "Your Majesty."

"Look, what a splendid team," Wales raised his head and pointed at the advancing team with his chin. "The armor is brand new, the horses have no scratches, and the flags look like they just came out of the warehouse. Sir Bai Dewen, where did you say they were hiding before?"

"...hidden in the filthy guts of those people."

Welsh turned his head and glanced in surprise: "...you can actually scold people."

"Only when necessary," said Archduke Baldwin indifferently, "compared to this, Your Majesty, do you confirm that your choice is necessary?"

"I have seen with your own eyes the efforts of you and Archduke Victoria, the confrontation and division between the reformers and the conservatives, how the lords increased their wealth and eroded the arable land of the free people, and how the so-called 'factory reform' was It becomes a new pretext for enclosure and further displacement of civilians. I know all the rules by which the upper classes of this kingdom work, and in this rule I have discovered a truth..."

Baldwin quietly looked at the king in front of him.

"Our reforms did not succeed because we have not done enough. The prosperity and strength that Ansu wants is not at the negotiating table."

After saying this, Wales suddenly laughed: "And I'm really curious, what choice will the founding hero make in the face of such a difficult problem? I set up such a stage, can I let him also I'm at a loss for once..."

...

The artillery fire from Hill No. 2 gradually subsided, and in the command post, information about the battle situation on the front line was continuously gathered in front of Gawain.

In general, the war situation developed according to the predetermined plan. When the giants of the crystal cluster turned into frenzied monsters, the things that the Cecil Corps had to consider became simpler - the monsters that lacked command and tactics naturally lacked changes. As long as there are no major flaws, the formulated tactics can basically meet the deduction, and as commanders and soldiers at all levels become more and more adaptable to this battlefield, it can be said that there will be no major changes in the situation.

Over the magic net terminal next to the map table, Philip's bust is appearing on the holographic projection: "...It is close to the valley corridor, and we can reach the Saint-Sunil area as soon as tomorrow..."

"Very good," Gawain nodded with satisfaction, his tone was not without approval - the original meeting time was actually three days later, but the main force on the ground led by Philip was abruptly moved forward two days, which further ensured the war situation. The scales tilted to his side, "But how can you be so fast?"

"The enemy's counterattack was smaller than expected. It seems that a large number of monsters that roamed in the middle of the plain have been attracted to the Saint-Sunil area," Philip explained, "but we still set up enough firepower along the way. You can rest assured of that."

Gawain nodded, then exchanged a few words of information about the battle situation with Philip, and then ended the communication.

The north-south blockade is finally closing.

He exhaled slightly, feeling a little relaxed in his heart, then turned his head, and wanted to discuss with Victoria next to him about the arrangement for entering the capital, but before he could speak, he heard Amber's voice coming from not far away. :

"You said that you were the one who sent the letter and you were the one who sent the letter - you are still hiding when you send the letter, and you are still hiding with your ability?!"

Gawain raised his head curiously, and saw Amber dragging a person towards this side, and the one who was dragged by her arm with an embarrassed face was a young man wearing black light leather armor with a familiar face. man.

Standing next to Victoria, she recognized the man's identity at first sight: "Dark Crow?"

Only then did Gawain suddenly remember the identity of the other party—this is an old friend.

A royal shadow guard who can't whirlwind with a two-handed sword.

"I caught him outside the camp. He sneaked over and was kicked out of the shadow world by me." Amber pushed the dark crow in front of Gawain, raised his head on his hips and said, "He Said he was here to deliver the letter."

"Dark Crow, what letter are you sending?" Victoria immediately frowned and asked the Royal Shadow Guard in front of her.

The dark crow first glanced at Victoria, then looked helplessly at Amber next to him, and finally bowed his head in front of Gawain and said respectfully, "I have a handwritten letter from the king, and give it to Duke Gawain Cecil. "

As he spoke, the Royal Shadow Guard took out a letter from his closet and handed it to Gao Wen in front of him.

Gawain took the letter with the seal of the Ansu royal family and was curious about what was in it-although the southern battlefield of Saint-Sunil had basically been cleared at this moment, a royal shadow guard crossed the war zone alone and arrived. The Cecil camp is still not a simple matter, what kind of emergency is it that the new king of Ansu needs to contact himself in this way?

He opened the letter and saw only one simple sentence:

"The Raven Mesa has been corrupted and polluted, please Duke Cecil to help clear up - Wales Moen."

Gawain's eyes froze, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly put down the letter and looked at the royal shadow guard in front of him: "Besides that, what did your king tell you?"

"He has a word for you," Raven repeated Wales Morn. "He said he put a ball of thread there."

"..."

Victoria saw the contents of the letter and heard the dark crow's words. She didn't know what the so-called "clump of threads" meant, but based on guesswork and intuition, she had already vaguely realized what Wales was doing.

She looked at Gawain suddenly: "Duke Cecil..."

"Your king, I have a problem." Gawain sighed softly, and glanced at the letter in his hand again.

This letter didn't have any "burn after reading" seal, it still lay in Gao Wen's hand intact, and every word on it was clear and sharp.

This is a difficult problem, and perhaps it is also an observation. Behind this thin piece of letter paper, Gawain seems to have seen Welsh Moen's eyes.

Those eyes were full of scrutiny.

Amber also saw the content of the letter, and after a moment's reaction, the goose exclaimed, "...Mum."

Then she said: "Be careful, this might be a conspiracy, he lied to you, what do you call it... borrowing a knife or something..."

"Actually, I don't mind whether it's a conspiracy," Gawain looked at Amber, "but I do need to confirm the situation on the Raven Terrace - to inform Jin Na and let her lift off."

Then he looked at Victoria with a complicated look: "Let's wait here."

They didn't wait long, and the aerial reconnaissance footage from the Griffon Knight was quickly passed to the command post.

Armored griffins swept across the Ravens Mezzanine, and brightly colored flags and emblems fluttered in the wind.

Gawain and Victoria stood in front of the magic net terminal, looking at the holographic image displayed on it, Gawain asked softly, "Do you know?"

In a trance, Victoria seemed to have returned to her girlhood once again, and once again felt the tension and fear that she had when standing beside her father. A brief question from Gawain made her feel heavy pressure, and she couldn't bear it. After taking a deep breath, he replied, "I know."

"What's your assessment?"

"...Duke Cecil, you are making a terrible decision that will..."

Gawain just repeated his question calmly: "What's your assessment?"

The scene she recalled not long ago suddenly reappeared in Victoria's mind, recalling the question her father once asked herself:

"...If pruning, fertilizing, watering, and fertilizing don't work, what do you do?"

She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened it again, the cold Duke Bingxue seemed to be back.

"It should all be shoveled out."

"very good."

Gawain nodded and turned to the nearby commander.

"The Raven Mesa is polluted, purify it."

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