Chapter 886 Mobilization

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On the morning of May 17th, the palace.

Charles II sat on the throne with a tired face, and the ministers in front of him were silent. What is different from the past is that today there is an exquisite sand table in the center of the conference hall - although the proportions are not accurate, it is an indisputable fact that the flag representing Efta on it covers three quarters of the country.

And now they can know this result, thanks to Charles II... If he hadn't pulled his face to invite Iskar to a family dinner the day before yesterday, if Iskar hadn't finally agreed to fly around to "observe the battle situation", I am afraid that the frontline troops The news of the complete rout will have to wait a day or two to know!

If you go to save it at that time, I'm afraid the enemy has already hit the door!

Everyone in the meeting hall knows that now is the most critical moment, and every next decision may mean their own life or death.

"Viscount Boragon has tried his best, but the enemy has easily captured the city of Laena, and his efforts have been completely in vain..."

Charles II's tone was flat, but anger flashed in his eyes: "The city with tens of thousands of people was conquered by the enemy inexplicably. Who can tell me how this is done?!"

No one knew, and everyone here didn't have such a rich imagination—even if someone told the facts about the paratroopers, I'm afraid Charles II would not believe such absurd things.

A week ago, he sat here in high spirits, as if talking and laughing could take down the temple and point his sword at Efta. But now, the enemy's offensive is even more terrifying than the dragon's magic, with a depth of hundreds of kilometers, directly flattened in a week...Are they all giant dragons? Not only can it fly, but it can also breathe fire? Can you make your noble troops collapse without a fight?

"Your Majesty... if the Dragon Clan is willing to help now—"

Before Du Weideng finished speaking, Charles II interrupted with a wave of his hand: "The Dragon Clan is not the thugs and bodyguards of the Karen Kingdom. We can solve our own problems by ourselves! Let the Dragon Clan help us with everything, why don't they go to Everta?"

That being said, in fact, Charles II had asked Iskar for help a long time ago, but the latter's answer was very clear: It is okay to sneak around for you to investigate, but it is impossible to let me go to the battlefield.

Charles II almost knelt down and cried bitterly and rolled, but Iscar still said the same thing. It wasn't until the end that the red dragon couldn't take it anymore, so he said, "I will tell the lord, but as for how to make a decision, I can't give you any guarantee."

This is already the limit that Charles II can do.

But what the Dragon Clan wants to do, he has no way at all-any marriage, any cooperation is bullshit. After the territory of the imperial city was flattened. Would Quiao still pull him to talk about how to unify Karen?

Therefore, he is not at all complacent about Du Weiden's proposal now. After a reprimand, his voice became low and low: "The only one who can save us is himself. So everyone, we have to pull up as many troops as there are now——Next, I will I will also put on the armor and fight side by side with you!"

"His Majesty!?"

Charles II's decision scared them a lot. It is not uncommon for the monarch to go to the battlefield in person. That's how Emperor Conn led his army to defeat the kingdom's territory. But in these seventy years, none of the monarchs sitting in the imperial city actually went to the battlefield.

No one would have thought that after only seventy years, the descendants of Emperor Kang En would use this method to guard their final dignity...

"Your Majesty, we still have room to fight back! There are now more than a hundred magicians in the Dragon Tower, and the food in all the cities in the south is mobilized, enough for us to defend the city and fight a protracted war!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! We still have ports, and we can still trade with those kingdoms in the east from the sea—as long as we can continue to transport food, we can drag this war on..."

"As long as you drag on, there is hope of winning!"

Charles II was a little cheered up by these words, but there are too many issues to consider in real combat. He must have a capable general to help him coordinate these affairs, so he asked: "Harrison has already invested in Bo. There is no news from Viscount Lagon, who else can gather the army now?"

The nobles below looked at each other in blank dismay. None of them were prepared for war, they were truly capable of war... In fact, everyone knew the best candidate, but since the battle of the orcs last year, no one mentioned this name anymore.

"Speak! Don't dawdle. Earl Duverden, who do you think is suitable?"

"Your Majesty... If you really want to say that the one with the strongest military capability is probably the Earl of Moore..."

Charles II was stunned. Last year, the orc Sauron ravaged the hinterland of the kingdom. It was this earl who led tens of thousands of troops to drive the opponent away. But afterwards, he wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack, but the opponent disobeyed his order—annoyed Under this, Charles II directly canceled his position and threw him into his own territory for retirement...

And at this moment, is he still willing to come out to help him?

Charles II narrowed his eyes, and finally made up his mind after a few seconds: "I will write to him personally, and he will not refuse at this time."

"For the rest, food collection and transportation, wall clearing and various preparations are indispensable--Pafulo, Meganon, don't let me down!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"This time...we have no way out."

Charles II sat upright: "The royal guard will join the battle in three days, and I will lead the troops under my orders to defend the city of Rilik."

After saying this, he ended today's meeting—it was a race against time, and if enough manpower were assembled earlier, the probability of delaying the war would be greater. Charles II did not cultivate these nobles in vain all these years, and most of them remained loyal at critical moments.

After all, Rody's series of reforms in Efta let them know that if they surrendered to Efta, they might not be able to continue to have the current wealth as before.

The interests made them stand together and jointly aimed at the army assembled in the north.

Charles II stood in the corridor outside the chamber, looking at everything in front of him, and suddenly felt that everything was in a trance—a few years ago, the name "Rody" was just a little girl in the Angmar newspaper who needed to be sealed. There are so many knights and barons in the kingdom, he doesn't even remember their names.

But now, the opponent is like a sharp sword, cutting off the blocking mountains, cutting off those nobles who claim to have tens of thousands of soldiers under him, and directly pressing the blade to his throat...

"Why...is this happening?"

He was about to walk back to the study in a stagger, but found a figure in a black robe standing halfway.

Charles II backed away from the left and right, and said, "Roddy came over with the army of the Rose Cross. Are you planning to sit back and watch?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty. Viper Cross will never be lenient when dealing with heretics."

The bishop of the Viper's Cross whispered: "The 'Saint Army' has assembled, and with your army, it can definitely tear any enemy to pieces."

"How much does the royal family need to pay?"

"We only hope that in the future there will no longer be a sect of the Rosary Cross."

Charles II nodded without hesitation, but the other party did not finish speaking, and continued: "At the same time...the Cross of the Viper has become the state religion, and the Pope has an independent territory."

This request is definitely pushing the boundaries, but how can Charles II care so much now? The enemy is already at the door of the house, and the only thing he can do is to hold on to all possible life-saving straws - these things can only be assured if he wins the battle, if he can't win, then nothing is said.

So he finally agreed to this condition, and the other party didn't talk nonsense, and directly withdrew. Charles II, on the other hand, tried his best to expel the uneasiness in his heart, and returned to his study to sit down.

The wide armchair didn't give him the warm and comfortable feeling he used to. The weather wasn't too hot, but he found that his back was soaked with sweat at some point.

These days, the originally high-spirited monarch is showing his old age. The long-term mental exhaustion made him extremely sleepy, so he planned to just sit in the armchair and sleep for a while—but before he could close his eyes, the figure of his daughter Rowling appeared in front of him.

"Huh? I see you are in a good mood today."

Charles II had not spoken to his daughter about the deteriorating situation, so he tried to appear enthusiastic as usual. And Rowling was indeed in a good mood. She sat on the chair next to her and said, "Father, a dragon clan that I have never seen before came to the Dragon Pagoda today!"

"Oh? The Red Dragon Clan?"

"No, it's Lord Kardashian of the Ice Dragon Clan." Rowling said to her father a little excitedly: "She held me and chatted for a long time. This Lord is not as cold as other dragon clans. She seems to be very fond of our country. Interested, but also have a certain understanding."

"Kardashian... Oh, she should have been the one at the magic exchange meeting in Elson City."

Of course Charles II remembered the name, but he didn't think that Kardashian would side with Elson just because he had worked with Elson - Iskar's performance had made him realize that the real dragons would not Standing with humans, they only care about their own interests. war? People don't care about these things...

So Rowling's words didn't make his mood any better, he just smiled: "Then you should have a good relationship with her, there is a dragon friend, if she really wants to be friends with you, that's really a good thing. "

Rowling's expression darkened a little, because she thought of Iskar who didn't even want to talk much... Can such a marriage really have a good result?

But the father and daughter in the study would not know that Kardashian was talking about the same topic with Iscar at this time.