Chapter 1102

Although it has entered the early spring, Golovin is still filled with a chill soaked in the body in the early morning;

With the friction and collision of thousands of footsteps, horseshoes and wheels, sharp blades and armor, the figure of a huge army gradually appeared in the thick fog covering the earth; Colorful swallow tail flags and various war flags fluttered slowly in the cold wind.

A golden lion on a black background, a red, white and black cross, and an iron crown held by three dragons.

Turin in red blood castle, vilz in Longxin City, and de sallion in Golovin.

After three days and three nights of preparation, Loren finally successfully brought this "coalition" of 80000 people from three parties out of the imperial capital with high morale, and pushed forward to the siege camp of Azor elves.

It's much more difficult than it looks.

Not to mention the feud between sakran and Byrne for many years, it is rare to unify and obey the orders of a Duke of Byrne; He wanted to recruit and continuously provide all kinds of materials needed by this 80000 people, arrived at the designated place on the foggy land of saklan, and no army and logistics team left behind

Although we can get the "bonus" of dense fog weather in such a raid, the problems brought by it are also not small; The fog with poor visibility made the soldiers only rely on the gowns in the front and back rows to judge the march route, and the effect of flags and bugles was minimized.

Fortunately, they marched in the hinterland of the Empire in West saxoland. Instead, they would have been torn apart by such foggy weather in the big green sea of Boyi or the mountains of the dwarf kingdom.

Of course, because it is fighting outside the Imperial City, all problems are not problems. The big deal is to withdraw all the lines to the city;

The red haired female Knight next to her is the real big problem.

"Still angry?"

It was still cold or... Without any emotion. Riding a black horse, the armed long Princess fillonay turned her head and looked at the depressed black haired wizard.

To be honest, Loren believed that the strength of the princess's Royal Highness, who could be the watchman and the leader of the night watchman, was responsible for guarding and watching Brandon. He cannot but be weak. But the identity of the other party decided that she would not be in danger if she had to do it.

Eckhardt II had only two children, Conrad died, and philrone, the eldest princess of the Royal collateral branch, was the closest heir to the lineal blood; Once she and Brandon have another one, in case

Well, even Lina desallion, who is still in red blood castle, the woman who made Isaac change, will be eligible to compete for the throne.

On that day, I'm afraid the Empire will really die.

"No, I'm just worried about your safety." Loren shook his head and showed a kind smile: "after all, in the current situation of the Empire, if your safety is at any risk..."

"If I die on the battlefield, the imperial parliament will never find a second puppet who can check and balance Brandon," said fillonay with a expressionless face.

"..." Loren Turin.

"And those people seem to hate me, probably aware that I'm not so easy to control and manipulate?" it seems that they don't feel the embarrassment of the atmosphere at all, and fillonay continued to whisper:

"Is there a better choice for me, who is disgusted by everyone and has no use value to anyone, than to die on the battlefield - or if it is such a result, they may be able to pay a false tribute to me and say two good words for me."

The dark haired wizard was quite stunned.

"... I didn't expect you to care so much about what others think of you."

"Do you care?" fillonay asked, with sharp eyes. "If I really care... Loren Turin, you and I should be enemies now."

"I don't know if you are lying, but all I do is try my best to protect the imperial capital and the heavenly palace."

Lauren frowned slightly: "in that case, you should..."

"Do you think pulling the only elite legion of the imperial capital to the battlefield and leaving enough defenders can suppress the nobles of the imperial capital?"

If you really think so, I can only think that you still underestimate... No, you overestimate the moths

"So you left the imperial capital and became my hand, er..."

"Hostages, although I don't know if this can make them more or less afraid." fillonay said without concealment: "in addition, with me, the 10000 Saxophone Legion can obey your orders more; with the royal family present, they will not resist or escape."

"It's good for you from any point of view... What's the problem?"

The black haired wizard shook his head. There was no problem.

Connord, Brandon, Lena... What's wrong with yourself and having to deal with a man named de sallion?

I'm afraid it's not 10000 times more difficult to make them change their mind than to defeat the eagle king.

Pulling the corners of his mouth, Loren waved to Lucian behind him. The gray pupil boy with a tight face immediately raised the battle flag in his hand and dispersed the messenger cavalry waving the swallow tail flag.

A few minutes later, the marching army began to slowly stop and start the formation in situ.

"What are you doing?" the question was written on fillonay's face. "There should be a distance from the camp of the Azores."

"Yes, but if we wait until we arrive, the probability of being found will be greatly improved - no matter how thick the fog is, it can't stop the footsteps of 80000 people," Loren explained

"So we have to take some risks and start the front before entering the battlefield; fortunately, it can be done in a hinterland like Golovin."

"The so-called war is to take advantage of all the conditions that are favorable to ourselves, put the enemy in the conditions that are unfavorable to them, and gamble only when we ensure a stable win, or a great grasp." Loren sighed:

"The winner chooses war because he has the foundation of victory; the loser is always eager to fight with the enemy. When there is no way out, he desperately pursues the possible miracle from the hard struggle."

"Those who are unprepared and want to win by fighting on the battlefield for a while have lost from the beginning."

The plain words made phillanai fall into meditation.

"You didn't think of it yourself, did you?"

"... let's keep going. There will be a war soon."

The expressionless black haired wizard pointed straight ahead, and the outline of a hillside could be seen in the thick fog.

"Why does your tone sound like the other party is waiting for us?"

Knowing that the other party was changing the topic, fillonay did not intend to let Loren go easily.

But the dark haired wizard just shrugged his shoulders and his expression was a little meaningful:

"Who said no?"

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"It's already light up. Why don't you start?"

Anson ZAD, standing behind the elf prince, frowned slightly, with a trace of impatience hidden in his expression: "I have no doubt about your plan, but your highness... If you wait so long, this rare fog may have..."

"My chief wizard, you really don't have the patience to play games!"

Fiddling with the binoculars that had lost their function because of the thick fog in his hand, rodriya Azor glanced helplessly at the elf boy behind him:

"I can understand your attitude of revenge, but... The more this time, the less anxious you can be."

"Don't forget that we are the dominant party now. Why are we so impatient? We seem to owe them money. Calm down, have a drink, have a good meal, relax and learn to enjoy ourselves."

"... yes."

Anson ZAD, who clenched his teeth, said reluctantly.

On the dense fog filled highland, the quiet atmosphere is very strange - it is clear that the war is imminent, but it is very quiet, and there is not even a trace of killing atmosphere, as if it is no different from every ordinary morning.

When the dense fog dissipates, there is blue sky and clear water, birds singing and flowers smelling; The fertile land of saklan is full of flowers and grass, which are different from the native land, but also lush. It is a scene full of vitality.

"~ we sing loudly today ~ drink the aged wine ~ the wine glass ping pong ~ cry beside relatives and friends... Dear sweetheart ~ we're going to fight in saklan ~ saklan ~ ~..."

The smiling elf prince even hummed a tune, which made Anson ZAD's mood more strange.

Is that why I lost to Loren Turin?

"Foggy weather."

The elf Prince suddenly put down his glass and said to Anson ZAD.

"In such foggy weather, what are the advantages for the offensive side?"

"This..."

Although he knew that his highness was mostly just chatting for himself, the elf boy still had to cheer up:

"In foggy weather, the vision of both sides will be greatly hindered. In other words, it will be difficult for the defenders to detect the presence of the attacking side;"

"At the same time, because the field of vision is blocked, not only the accuracy of long-range projection weapons will decline seriously, but also it is difficult to judge the accurate number of enemies, and it is not clear where the enemy's main attack direction is."

"Even if the enemy retreats, he will not dare to act rashly because he is afraid of an ambush, which virtually gives the attacking party a great initiative and advantage; although on the contrary, the attacker is also gambling, but it is more advantageous than the garrison."

"Therefore, it is an excellent choice to attack in foggy weather, have heavy troops to defend, and a strong fortress." the elf boy carefully said:

"By making good use of environmental and climate change, we can even defeat the strong with the weak and defeat the enemies that might otherwise be invincible."

"Especially the strong city like the imperial capital is the most obvious - the long city wall is the long defense line. The enemy who has lost his vision can't do everything at all; with a little luck and time, we can break through the city wall and rush into the city before the enemy reacts!"

"Yes, it seems that you are quite qualified as an adjutant. My eyes are really good." the elf Prince smiled very happily:

"It sounds beautiful to launch a surprise attack and defeat a strong enemy in the thick fog, but all the hope of victory depends on the changes of abnormal weather... I don't want to say there's anything wrong with this, but most of them don't believe they can win."

"What's more... If we could take advantage of such fog, wouldn't Loren Turin - the imperial army should know more about the terrain and weather changes here than we do."

"You mean he will give up the walls of the imperial capital and fight with us in the wild?!"

"Impossible?"

The elf prince asked with a smile.

"It's impossible... No, it's not impossible, but it's too..." Anson ZAD felt his temples jump constantly, and he found that he couldn't keep up with rodriya's idea:

"I think he's trying to kill himself by doing so."

He gave up the solid city walls and unbreakable urban defense facilities to attack the Azores elf camp, which occupied Highlands, roads and beaches and had absolute defense advantages. He didn't think Loren Turin could win.

"Is it really the way to die?" the elf Prince tilted his head: "don't some people say that with this fog, the gap between the attack and the defense will be greatly narrowed?"

"Yes, but your highness, you just mentioned that most of those who place all their hopes of victory on the changes of abnormal weather don't believe they can win."

Anson ZAD retorted: "although I know little about Loren Turin, this cautious guy is definitely not a gambler who will put all his eggs in one basket."

"But in other words... If he does, it means he's sure, not improvised, right?"

"... you are still so good at leaving others speechless, your highness."

"Because that's the truth." the elf Prince shrugged and handed one of the two glasses to Anson ZAD. "And I'm really good at it."

"..." Anson ZAD.

Just as the helpless elf boy took the wine cup from the prince, a little vibration suddenly came from his feet and shook the wine cup from the prince's hand.

"Pa!"

Crisp sound, bright red saklan dry red splashed on the ground.

"Your Highness rodria?!"

"I see!"

Almost for the first time, the excited elf Prince picked up the single telescope in his hand and stared at a direction under the hillside - a moment ago, there was a bright golden red:

"I can't read that color wrong. It's an Imperial... No, it's Loren Turin's Alchemy bomb!"

On one side, Anson ZAD stared at the little prince's right hand cut by the fragments of the wine glass. Because he held the telescope too hard, the blood had dripping on the lens.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided that it would be better not to remind him.

"Red, white and black cross, three dragons, iron crowns, and Golden Lions on black background... Oh, is this pulling all the elite in the imperial city out at one breath, ready to raid the array and take my head?!"

The fairy prince with his mouth raised gradually has a ferocious smile:

"In that case, let's try and have a game, Loren Turin..."

"See who can cut off each other's head first!"