Chapter 358 Entering the City Alone

"Ren!"

Earl Frank stood up and smashed at the table.

Slap.

A fair and slender hand stabilized the glass and put it back to the table.

"Oh oh, don't be so excited, Count Frank."

Levin sat across from Frank in time, and smiled:

"Such a bad state, not like a style that nobles should have."

Really Reben!

Frank did not believe in his eyes.

To the present, the Principality of Avol, nobles, no one knows the appearance of Rowan.

It is said that Ivol VIII, also made a target with Ryavin's portrait, and shot arrows every day to relieve boring.

Compared with the portrait, there is a real Leiwen less yin and vicious, a little more elegant and wide, and there is also a calmness and confidence from the bones.

That temperament is the thickness that is not commensurate with his young appearance.

"How dare you appear here?" Frank's hand held the saber around his waist, and the purple lightning bucket burst out, making the dust on the ground floating.

"I advise you to calm down." Leiwen said faintly:

"Sit down, let's drink a glass of wine and talk slowly."

"After all, I am not to kill you this time."

Frank smiled coldly, just about to speak, suddenly a cold on his neck, and a sharp and slender nails rested on his throat.

And his Yu Guang also glanced at the appearance of the people behind him: "William!? Are you!?"

No wonder, since that day, William and Euna disappeared together.

It turned out that the two of them turned out to be a spy sent by Ryvin.

"You have killed me now and can't run away." Frank said with his neck.

"I said, Count Frank, I don't plan to kill you, but if you want to die, I can't stop it."

"But can others leave me as you look forward to ... but it's hard to say."

Frank took a deep breath, slowly loosen the hand holding his horn handle, and fought back.

Levin's silently touched in, it has already explained a lot.

What's more, there are many wind king troops.

Even if he was surrounded, the Wind King entered the city, and he could return Lei Wen back.

After all, Ren is the coach of an army, and he rushed to the city of Bolan ...

The question issued from Earl Frank's mouth: "What do you want to do?"

"Sit down, let's talk slowly." Levin pointed to the original seat of Frank:

"After all, the night is still growing."

The sharp nails took away from Frank's neck. He took a deep breath and sat back to his seat, but he did not give up his thoughts on Ren, his eyes have been hovering on Rowan's throat and heart.

And Levin seems to have not seen it:

"I come this time, I want to talk to you about a transaction."

"However, before that, we need to reach a consensus first-

That is, the city of Boran City will not be able to keep it sooner or later. "

Frank sank, but sneered:

"That being the case, what are you doing here? When we can't keep it, you just pick the fruit of victory?"

Levin was not angry, and continued to talk: "It is not a good habit to ignore the facts."

"I have been stationed under the city for more than a month, and I have intercepted three batches of logistics supplies. During this period, you didn't even have the courage to try out the city."

"I know you are saving food, and for this reason, you starve to death, but even if you collect the food in the whole city and for the army for the army, how long can the grain in the city be supported?"

"4 months? 5 months? Or half a year?"

"I have to remind you that not every corpse can be found. After summer, as long as there is a polluted body in the water source, it may bring plague."

"At that time, how many people can there be to go to the city and fight?"

"Oh yes, let alone, you block the four doors, bring the low sinking morale."

Every time Ren said, Frank's face was gloomy.

He knew that Levin was telling the truth.

In the city, he knows the unbearable dilemma in the city than Levin, but he can only seem to be in a nightmare. Looking at everything is corrupt, he is powerless.

"What about that?" Frank stared at Levin's eyes: "At least, before, we still have the courage to die."

"If you have less than 20,000 troops, you may not be able to beat our 130,000 troops!"

Lei Wen laughed and laughed, and did not hide his disdain:

"You have missed the Battle of Thorns Ridge?"

Frank was like a slap, his face was ironing, and he couldn't say a few words to refute a few times.

The Battle of Thorns Ridge, with the death of the Viscounts and 2000 Warriors, will definitely become a classic battle spread on the mainland.

It even surpassed the Principality of Evan.

This is also the pain point that Frank could not erase.

Because although he was in the main battle at the time, although he was required to respond to the Viscount Ferrer, he even gave birth to his idea of ​​leading the decisive battle with Ren.

But the secret order of the Prime Minister Gatugen forcibly held him.

The reasons are very legitimate -the Principality of the Principality fails to go through a failure, and we must integrate these 130,000 troops and pinch into a fist in order to stabilize Rowa.

However, when the dust of the Things Ridge fell, Frank realized what he missed.

If they could participate in that battle, even if they failed and even if they couldn't save Viscount Fowler, Frank believed that the Eivor army would have a completely different look.

But there is no regret potion in the world.

The fact is that they have 130,000 troops, but they watched 2,000 friendly troops that had held out for two months being wiped out.

It also gave the nobles in the city a mentality of breaking the jar.

Even Frank himself was doubting - even if he went out of the city to fight Raven, could he really win?

The appearance of Raven made his idea clearer.

As the commander of an army, Raven dared to venture into the city of Bolan. What would the army look like if he had such courage and confidence?

Not to mention, before that, they had won consecutive battles, and each battle was a classic war in which the few defeated the many, which was enough to be used as a case in military textbooks!

Although morale and momentum sound unrealistic, they are factors that cannot be ignored in wars when looking through the history of wars.

"It seems you understand it too." Raven looked at the ·~·~·-shaped pattern on his finger:

"Then, we have the premise and foundation for the transaction."

"I remember that you were responsible for guarding the south gate of Bolan City."

"Five days later, that is, January 6, 1200, I will launch an attack from the south gate of Bolan City. At that time, I hope that you, Count Frank, can be an insider and open the gate."

Bang!

The table cracked directly, and Frank's long sword wrapped in lightning appeared at Raven's throat:

"You are insulting me!"

A touch of deep red blood burned on Raven's finger, and it gently rested on the blade.

The next moment, the lightning fighting spirit wrapped around the sword edge melted away.

Ding.

Raven flicked his finger, and the blade broke from it and shattered with a sound, like a broken icicle.

Frank was stunned.

Although this is just a sword, it is also an enchanted weapon!

What's the matter with the red light?

Fighting spirit?

Practicing fighting spirit and magic at the same time?

This is a plot that would not appear in the worst third-rate novels!

Raven certainly would not be kind enough to explain to him, but just shrugged:

"I don't want it to happen again."

Frank was sweating coldly.

Before this, although he had been listening to Raven, he had always been in the driver's seat psychologically - he was subdued by William before only because he lacked vigilance.

If he wanted, he could always perish with Raven.

However, Raven's move shattered his fantasy.

Raven could really kill him!

How could there be such a monster in the world?

A genius of magic, so terrible in close combat!

"...You are indeed very strong." Frank said in a hissing voice:

"But I will never betray my motherland!"

"I said, this is just a deal." Raven said: "Since it is a deal, both of us will benefit."

"What I want is the actual control of Bolan City and the victory of the war. Killing and injuring a lot of you is not my goal."

"And Earl Frank, since you are loyal to your motherland, you should think more about the Principality of Eivor."

Raven spoke slowly, as if discussing where to have afternoon tea, but what he said made Frank feel like he was stuck in the mud.

"If the confrontation continues, I believe that you will reach a consensus and attack me before the food runs out."

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"And I will definitely win!"

"That means I will also suffer considerable losses, but after the 130,000 troops are completely destroyed, how much spare strength will your Principality of Eivor have?"

"Indeed, so far, this war is just my personal recklessness, and at most it has involved the Nord Province."

"But our King is not a mediocre ruler. He will definitely see my value, and there will be no shortage of follow-up reinforcements. By then, can you still stop our iron hoofs?"

Frank didn't want to listen to Raven's nonsense, but those words got into his ears and his mind, forcing him to think.

"No, there is one thing wrong." Frank argued forcefully: "War is always full of surprises. We may not lose this battle!"

Raven was not angry at all, but nodded seriously: "If you had such a strong force in the Iron Birch Battle, then this is indeed true."

"But it's different now."

Frank asked: "Why do you say that?"

Raven smiled slightly, the ring on his hand shone slightly, and the snowflake-like letters fell to the ground, piling up into a small mountain of parchment.

"This is part of our next deal."

"There are 7 viscounts, 31 barons, and 107 knights in total."

"They are all unwilling to go against me."

Frank's eyebrows jumped wildly.

As one of the current rulers in Bolan City, he knows the composition of the army very well.

There are a total of 11 viscounts, 53 barons, and 219 knights in the team.

Those who secretly communicated with Raven actually occupied more than half of the army!

Indeed, writing to Raven does not mean that you really have to sell out the interests of the principality.

But such a person cannot face any pressure, and will become a black sheep in the face of a brutal war!

"So, think about it." Raven said:

"You, open the gate and let me in; I can give you all these letters."

"In this way, I win the war, you can lead most of the army to withdraw, and then get rid of these rotten fish and shrimps in the team, clench a fist, and prepare for the next more brutal war."

Frank was persuaded by Raven, he sat back in the chair, and said in a low voice:

"But there is a question, what good will it do you?"

"If our country completes the integration of the army, you will face greater troubles. If I were you, I would definitely consume as many of our soldiers as possible in this battle."

Raven spread his hands and showed full frankness: "As I said before, our king is not a mediocre ruler, and he will definitely send troops to support."

"And the leader will definitely be a certain earl, I am just a small baron."

"At that time, the leader on the battlefield will no longer be me, and correspondingly, your main opponent will no longer be me."

"It doesn't matter if the bones that don't need me to gnaw are a little harder?"

Frank nodded slowly.

This is a very appropriate reason.

The interests of the country are not equal to the interests of the nobles.

The reinforcements from the Keynes Empire that will come later will definitely try their best to pick peaches and push Raven to the edge of the battlefield.

Raven wants to take over Bolan City before then and maximize the benefits. It is indeed a choice that a qualified noble would have.

"...I know." Frank took a deep breath: "I can agree to your request, but I also have requirements."

"Since it is a transaction, people must be allowed to bargain." Raven said generously: "What do you want?"

"These letters, give them to me now." Frank said.

"My Lord Earl, you are joking. If I give them to you now and you break your promise, wouldn't I be a fool?" Raven smiled and said, "How about this, let's make concessions."

"As for me, I will give you 10 names first, all of them are nobles under your command; when I really take over Bolan City, I will give you all the remaining letters."

Frank's mouth twitched: "...Okay, it's a deal."

"Then, I wish us a happy cooperation." Raven stood up and snapped his fingers. A whirlwind swept over, and the letters on the ground were rolled up and sucked into the space ring.

Raven picked up the feather pen and wrote ten names on the coffee table next to him.

"Goodbye, Earl Frank."

While speaking, William walked to Raven's side, and accompanied by a barely detectable magic halo, the figures of the two disappeared from Frank's sight.

Then two rows of footprints appeared on the carpet, extending all the way to the door.

The door opened and closed, and the footprints disappeared.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, and confirming that Raven had left, Frank picked up the parchment on the coffee table, took in all the contents on it, and then put it to the edge of the candlestick and burned it.

5 days later.

January 6, 1200 in the Guangming calendar.

The sound of drums and horns cut through the cold morning light, and Raven's troops spread out in a line and slowly advanced towards the city wall.

Siege vehicles, crossbows, ladders, catapults and other siege equipment are all available.

From a distance, it looks like a swarm of emotionless insects that want to devour everything in front of them.

Count Frank appeared in the tower as promised, and not far from him was the capstan that controlled the city gate.

The Eagle Army was getting closer and closer, and the crossbows shot from the top of the city could not stop them at all.

The crossbows on both sides shot at each other, and in the end, the enchanted crossbows were better, destroying four crossbows on the city wall at the cost of losing one of their own.

Gradually, the Eagle Army had advanced to within 100 meters of the city wall.

Frank's guard captain came over and whispered:

"Sir, those traitors have been controlled."

"The Mountain King Legion has 5,700 people and can go out of the city to fight at any time!"

Frank nodded solemnly:

"I'll leave it to you. Open the city gate in 1 minute."

As he said that, Count Frank put on his helmet and turned to walk under the city wall.

He was indeed ready to open the city gate according to the agreement.

But.

He was not going to betray the Principality of Eivor.

Instead, he was going to lead his Mountain King Legion in person and give the lax Eagle Army a full blow!

Arriving in front of his legion, Count Frank rode his warhorse.

Amid the sound of rattling.

The city gate slowly descended, and then suddenly

got stuck in the middle!

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