Chapter 432: Differences in Opinion, Strike First

"We eagerly await your return, my Lord." A mouse jumped in front of Peter and bowed respectfully, "We are loyal to you with all our hearts."

"My God, he is so cute." Lucy couldn't help but speak out her heart.

"Who said that?" The mouse drew his sword angrily, as if he was very disgusted with the word cute.

"I'm sorry." Lucy apologized embarrassedly.

When the mouse saw that it was the Queen of Ancient Narnia, his attitude immediately changed, and he bowed politely, "Your Majesty, please listen to me.

I believe that 'brave', 'polite', or 'chivalrous' would be more suitable for a Narnian knight."

"At least we know that some of you are good at swordsmanship." Peter said half-jokingly.

"Yes, I have been using my skills more recently to obtain weapons for your army."

"Good, because we need every sword."

"Then you may want yours back." Caspian said, and then handed Peter's sword back.

"Excuse me, are those the weapons you are talking about?" Aaron pointed to a soldier, who had a large bag of iron swords on his left and right sides.

"That's it." Mouse said proudly, "Just last night, I took a few brothers and secretly took away enough weapons and armor for two legions from the Tanmores, and left a greeting."

"Two legions?" Aaron frowned slightly, "Isn't it all?"

"Thousands of sets of equipment are enough for us."

"Yes!" Aaron gave him a peaceful smile, "If Miraz's mind can turn a little, he can roughly calculate the number of Narnians, no, to be precise, the number of Narnian warriors."

Hearing this, Mouse was shocked, "This... Sorry, Your Majesty, I really didn't think about this."

"It doesn't matter." Peter shook his head gently and comforted him, "Whether they know our number or not, they will come in large numbers, and this tough battle will be fought after all.

Besides, our number is more than two legions."

......

With weapons and equipment, the Narnian army was barely formed.

Caspian led the group to a bunker, which served as a temporary fortification.

The soldiers raised their swords and lined up in two rows to welcome the king and queen, and the rest followed closely.

The Narnians worked tirelessly to remelt the stolen standard weapons and armor and made them into equipment of their own size to cope with the next war.

"This place may not be the same as before, but it is still okay for defense." Caspian said.

"Not bad, how did you know such a place?" Aaron asked curiously.

"This is not a forest, there is nothing you can't come to.

My teacher is very obsessed with the culture of Narnia, and found this relic by chance."

"Peter, you might want to see this." Susan pointed to the wall and said.

Peter walked over, picked up a torch, and saw the murals on the wall clearly by the light of the fire.

These murals recorded their stories, from their arrival in Narnia, to riding lions to the battlefield, and finally obtaining the throne at the Palace of Cair Paravel.

"Is this Aslan?" Aaron pointed at the lion on the wall and said, "It seems to be no different from an ordinary lion."

"It's bigger." Lucy said, "We are one year older, and he has grown a lot too."

"What is this place?" Susan looked at Caspian and asked.

"You don't know?" Caspian was surprised, but then he thought it was normal. After all, hundreds of years have passed. This bunker may have been built after they left Narnia.

He led the way with a torch, passed through a tunnel, and stopped at a hall.

The torch stretched to the groove on the wall, and the flame ignited the lamp oil, lighting up the entire hall.

The few people saw the environment of the hall clearly. There was no magnificent decoration. In the center was a broken stone platform, and on the front was a mural of a lion.

Lucy stroked the stone platform, as if she understood something, and turned around to look at the others, "He must know all this."

"Aslan?" Aaron thought, "He's not going to help us?"

"The same thing won't happen again." Lucy murmured, with a hint of loss in her tone.

"That's not necessarily true." Aaron shrugged, "There is a saying in the Bible that what has been will be again, and what has been done will be done again."

"Do you know this?" Susan asked.

"I don't know much about the Bible, but my ancestors agree with this saying.

What they agree with is generally wise sayings."

Peter looked at the mural of the lion, pondered for a few seconds and said seriously: "I think everything depends on us."

The goat man on guard outside discovered the patrolling Tanmore soldiers, and he reported the situation to several kings as soon as possible.

Peter called representatives of various races in Narnia to the hall. Goats, centaurs, bulls, dwarves, and talking animals all sat on the steps to form an impromptu meeting.

"Miraz's army and weapons will arrive soon, which means these people can't defend their castle." Peter said.

"What are you going to do, Your Majesty?" the mouse asked.

"Strike first." Aaron snapped his fingers, "I support this."

"That's ridiculous, no one has ever captured that castle." Caspian said hurriedly.

"There's always a first time for everything." Peter said.

"They won't expect it." Trimble agreed, "We can catch them by surprise."

"But we have an advantage here."

"As long as we are well prepared, we may be able to hold this place." Susan supported Caspian's opinion.

"Maybe?" Aaron smacked his lips. "That's a good word.

But I'd like to ask, we can hold it once, but can we hold it twice or three times?

The number of soldiers of the Tamers is several times that of the Narnians. There is a kingdom as a supply station. They can lose many times, but the Narnians can't afford to lose even once.

Of course, this is just my personal opinion. You just listen to it and don't take it too seriously."

"I appreciate everything you've done." Peter said to Caspian, "But this is not a bunker, it's a tomb."

"Yes." Edmund said, "If they are smart enough, the Tamers can trap us and wait for us to starve to death."

"We can store nuts." The squirrel said without thinking.

"We can also throw them at the Tamers." The mouse said speechlessly, "Your Majesty, I think you know I'm on your side."

"Shut up, two little cuties." Aaron rolled his eyes, "Don't say such ridiculous things."

"Who are you talking about being cute." The mouse immediately drew his sword and pointed at Aaron viciously.

Aaron raised his eyebrows, slowly moved his feet, and stood behind Lucy.

The mouse's breathing suddenly became much faster, "If you have the ability, don't hide behind our queen, stand up and fight me one-on-one."

"Forget it, Reepicheep." The badger shook his head, "You can't beat him, he subdued Nikabuli in two moves."

"Trov, I'm not a dwarf."

"But you're only as good as me." Nikabuli said disdainfully, "You're not his opponent in a one-on-one fight."

Peter looked at the Centaur leader, "If I help you get in, can your people get rid of the guards?"

"Swear to complete the mission, Your Majesty."

"Generally, people who say this are ready to die." Aaron sighed, "A narrow escape, right?"

The Centaur leader slowly lowered his head and acquiesced to Aaron's words.

"That's exactly what I'm worried about." Lucy said calmly, "You look like you only have two choices, die here or die there."

"You may not have heard clearly, Lulu." Peter said patiently, "We have no other choice. Staying here will only lead to death."

"No, your sister is smarter than you.

We still have a third way." Aaron said meaningfully, "The best strategy is to run away, or to retreat strategically.

In fact, I have also thought about this way, but I think most Narnians are unwilling to take it, after all, they have been hiding for hundreds of years.

And Miraz will not stop until he achieves a certain result, at least he must clear the obstacles for his son, that is to say The prerequisite for running away is to hand over Caspian. "

Caspian:......

"Even so, Miraz may not let the Narnians live." Trumbull said in a deep voice, "When I was captured, he promised the elders of the Tanmore Council that he would kill all of us Narnians and fulfill the wishes of our ancestors.

For this, he doesn't mind cutting down the entire forest. "

"I mean to retreat first, we can wait for Aslan." Lucy said anxiously, "He knows all this, he will definitely show up."

"We have waited for him long enough, hundreds of years!

Now we have to take on the responsibility of the king. "Peter said seriously, and then took others to make a battle plan.

"Peter still doesn't want to believe me." Lucy said with red eyes and a little aggrieved, "But I really saw Aslan and dreamed of him."

"I believe you, believe that I believe you more than anyone else." Aaron said very seriously.

"Thank you!" Lucy felt a little relieved. "By the way, Aslan also asked me to remind you not to play too much."

Aaron:......

Is this a reminder?

This is clearly a warning, right? It seems to be a warning from the Holy Mage.

Aaron forced a smile, "Okay! His warning, no, I received the reminder.

You should find a place to have a good sleep first!"

"No, I am the Queen of Narnia, and I have to participate in the battle plan."

"Haha!" Aaron secretly complained that the child should not join in the fun, but his face became more serious, "You have a more important task.

Sleep and find Aslan's hiding place in your dream."

"But didn't we try it this morning?"

"Let's try it out! If we fail, Aslan is our last hope.

As for Peter and the others, I will try my best to take care of them."

Lucy seemed to feel a strong sense of mission, nodded vigorously, and lay down to count sheep.

When Aaron walked out of the temporary meeting room, he touched his pocket with a guilty conscience. There was a bottle of red potion in it. "It's really hard to fool children nowadays."