A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

A total of hundreds of thousands of Gasdard's army and the mixed army of countries following the Gasdards are advancing to the royal city of Aaron Landis.

Aaron Landis had six major legions.

The cavalry units of the First Army, Sixth Army, and Third Army were destroyed in the western battlefield.

The Second Corps and the Fifth Corps defended the northern border and resisted the comeback of Geshu who could not go south to rescue.

The Fourth Army guarded the eastern border and was pinned by the eye-catching Isis at the border. It was also unable to go to the rescue.

The imperial city that is at stake is only the infantry unit of the Third Army, and fewer than 20,000 soldiers guard the royal city.

In the cities of Aaron Landis, most of the troops responsible for protecting the city are only thousands of people, and cities with more than 10,000 troops are extremely rare.

Not to mention the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers, they simply cannot compete with the Gasdards in quantity, let alone rescue the King City.

If the Lion King is still there, as long as he yells, the troops of the Quartet will gather immediately, and the strength of all cities will gather under his command.

however……

Without a clear banner, the city owners and consuls of various cities can only helplessly and cautiously stay in their own cities, watching the Gasdad army march toward the king city.

At this time, while the army of Gasdard was still on the road, a group of cavalry from the north had already rushed into the royal city at night.

The leading black knight completely ignored the uproar in the palace caused by his return, and threw the dusty cloak on the servant maid, and walked directly to Galland's palace.

The guards, who were guarding the palace around the palace day and night, following the order of the crown prince, were surprised when they saw Huimos suddenly appear here.

The leading knight was silent for a moment, then he motioned to others to let go and put Heimus in. He looked at him with a little surprise in his eyes, because although he received the order, Unexpectedly, the prince will really come back.

Heimus, who only wanted to see Garland, didn't even notice the knight's gaze.

He strode in.

Everything in the palace was exactly the same as before he left, without any changes, including the group of lilac hyacinths on the edge of the pool water, still floating gently in the night breeze as before.

It's just that maybe because the owner here is injured, or because it is late at night, the courtyard looks very deserted at this moment.

As a result, the rapid footsteps of Huimos were very clear in this quiet courtyard.

Pushing the door open, Huimus walked in quickly and saw the white blanket bulging on the bed.

What blanket was gently undulating.

Rhythmic, not in a hurry.

Huimuston was relieved.

It seems that Gallan's body should recover very well, otherwise he will not sleep so sweetly, and even hear a slight snoring...

snore?

Garland never sleeps when he sleeps.

Heimus raised his eyebrows and looked carefully at the round blanket.

The drums are too round and too round.

That beautiful face sank instantly, and his expression was overcast.

Heimus stepped forward, without a word, lifted the white blanket wrapped in a hand.

So, the chubby boy hidden under the blanket was exposed in front of Huimus.

Not knowing who he was most afraid of was beside him, Tal continued to sleep, and hummed like a pig because he felt a little cold.

The golden-red eye squinted slightly, and Huimos lifted his foot, kicking Tal from Gallan's bed directly.

The little fat man was sleeping soundly, suddenly slammed on the ground, and the whole person fell into a daze.

He lay on the ground, with a trace of drooling in the corner of his mouth, and his sleepy eyes were blank.

Tal was at a loss.

Heimus was already impatient and reached out to pick up the little fat man who was still lying on the ground and looking left and right.

As soon as Tal looked up, he paired up with those golden-red eyes, and he suddenly shivered.

After seeing the dangerous glimmer of the eye of Heimus staring at him, his heart was almost jumping out of his throat.

"Where is Gallan..."

Heimus's words were not finished.

The terrified Tal had already hugged his head and shouted in a low voice.

"Your Highness, don't do it! The prince asked me to wait for you here!"

"........."

Huimus paused.

So, the little fat man who was shocked by the sight of Heimus just now took advantage of the moment he paused and tempted the prince as an injury, and together with Xie Muer and others to hide the royal city underground. All the things that came out in one shot and all were told to Huimos.

Naturally, it includes the prince leaving a substitute and secretly running out of the king's battlefield.

"You mean, Gallan asked you to wait for me here?"

"Yes, a few days ago I received a message from the prince from Xijing."

Tal nodded vigorously.

"The prince said that you will definitely come to him, so let me wait for you in his room and give you this after seeing you."

As the little fat man said, he quickly climbed back to the bed with a nimble and flexible skill, turned the corner of the mattress, took out a cloth bag and handed it to Heimus.

It was a large sack, light-colored, stained with a little stain.

The thin golden rope wound its opening tightly, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Seeing Huimus staring at the small pouch in his hand, Tal quickly added.

"I didn't open it. I never opened it while you were away. I swear, swear to Samash!"

Too lazy to take care of the nervous little fat man, Huimos untied the rope and fell to his palm.

A small emerald green lightly fell on his hand.

He was startled.

Malachite earrings.

The emerald green earrings that he once put on Garland again, lay quietly in his palm at the moment.

Followed by it, there was a small folded white note.

Upon unfolding, Huimus saw the familiar handwriting on the paper.

‘Guard the King City. ’

The light-colored thin lips tightened slightly, Huimus dropped his eyes, and his dark lashes cast a shadow on his cheeks. He was silent, not speaking.

He clenched his hands tightly, holding the malachite earrings tightly in his palm.

Seeing Huimos fell silent, he ignored him, and the little fat man's eyes rolled round.

"Well, I've given you something. I've done the things that the prince explained."

He hummed off the bed and said, "I can now go to find the prince."

He showed a happy expression.

The period not long ago was a nightmare for Tal.

Others don't know, but he as the prince's confidant naturally knows where the prince went.

The news of the annihilation of the army of Aaron Landis on the Western Front was like a thunderbolt on the sunny day, which shocked him for a while.

King Camos died in battle... What about his... his prince?

completely annihilated.

In other words, his prince also died?

From that day on, he was so muddled that he couldn't even eat his meals. Every day, he ran to the Lion Park and cried at the big lion Nega.

Every day my eyes are red and swollen, and people are losing weight at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The big lion Nega is also very irritable, always wanting to escape from the lion garden, seems to want to find someone.

Until receiving the prince's secret letter, Taal's entire talent came to life again.

If it wasn't for the prince's command, he ran to Galland regardless.

It doesn't matter if the place where the prince is now is dangerous.

Many years ago, when the little prince not only punished him, but also selected his useless fat man among many children, he swore in his heart.

He has since been the loyal servant of the prince.

No matter what happens, he will always be with the prince and will never leave.

So, he has to go to the prince now.

How can I do without him beside him?

Lord Kehos will not take care of people, nor will he make jokes to make the prince happy.

Tal thought.

He is the most faithful subordinate of the prince, so no matter when and what happens, he has to stay with the prince.

Ah, yes, you have to bring the big lion Nega together, otherwise the big lion will be upset. It has recently started to lose hair anxiously, if the prince came back and saw a bald lion...

While thinking so much in the bottom of his heart, Tal climbed down from the bed quickly, and would have to run out with his legs raised.

After all, the priest Xiemuer had promised him, and as soon as he had spoken to His Royal Highness, he immediately sent someone to send him and Nega to the prince.

Hmm~~He will see his prince again soon~~

"stop."

The words from behind made Taal shake when he was about to run.

He stiffened his body, turned slowly, and looked nervously at the shy who shouted at him.

"Your Highness, do you, what else do you have?"

"Are you going to see Galland?"

Holding the malachite earrings in his hand, Huimus, who had been silent, looked up at Tal.

"Uh... yes."

"Help me give Garland a word."

As Heimus walked towards Tal, he raised his hand and took off the lapis lazuli earrings that he had never removed.

He handed it to Tal.

"This is for him."

Heimus looked at the rough lapis lazuli earrings in his hands, and the golden-red pupils reflected the colors of that day, as if melting together.

His eyes seemed to be surging with something unclear, making his eyes deeper.

"'it is good'."

OK, I'll keep the king city.

"‘I wait for you to return.’”

I am here in Wangcheng, waiting for you to come back.

…………

……………………

Rudas City is quiet as usual.

Gasdar's soldiers are, as always, rampant in this conquered city.

In the middle of the night, in a remote corner of the castle, here is a large wasteland, with small shacks or simple wooden houses built on the wasteland.

This is the residence of the slaves.

auzw.com Although the city has changed its owner, their slaves have also changed their owners, but their lives have not changed.

At most it was just a more demanding and fierce master.

As usual, they left early in the morning and returned late to work for the new owner in earnest, earning a few dry cakes every day to barely give up.

There is no future, no hope, day after day, year after year, so muddled through life, until death.

It is like a soulless tool that is held in the hands of others. When it is used up, it will be abandoned mercilessly.

At this moment, a man lying in a wooden house with his head resting on his head, staring up at the sky covered with cobwebs in a daze.

Although this humble wooden house is crowded with dozens of people in a room, it is much better than a shack built by grass. Only these strong and capable slaves can live.

He was dazed, wondering what to think, and suddenly a companion beside him poked him.

"Have you decided yet?"

The man asked.

The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He said, "I decided."

He opened his eyes sharply and gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Put it together!"

He lowered his voice and said, "The same are all slaves. We can do what he can do! The big deal is death! But if we succeed and survive, we can get rid of the status of slaves!"

His companion also nodded his eyes brightly, but he also showed a worried look.

"However, do you think it might be a lie to us? After all, those nobles have always been... they lie to us to spare our lives, and finally repent, we have no way, right?"

"I may not believe other nobles, but the crown prince is different. Do you remember Tozes City?"

Many slaves in that city were released after the war, and those who got rid of the status of slaves became the envy of slaves across the country.

You know, being a slave, you are a slave all your life, and your children and grandchildren are all slaves.

The slaves of Tozes actually acquired the civilian identity they dreamed of. It was like a dream.

"The man who came to persuade us a few days ago was the slave there-no, it should be said that he used to be a slave in Tozes City, but now it is not."

There is light in the man's eyes.

Now they also have this opportunity.

"He said that at that time, the crown prince promised them to abolish their slave status by keeping Tozes City. Therefore, he is no longer a slave and has become a subordinate of the crown prince."

"A man who is willing to let slaves become his subordinate crown prince will surely keep his promise to us slaves!"

The man gritted his teeth, "This may be the only chance in our lives to get rid of our slave status, even if it is dead, I recognize it!"

In the voice of the man, the others in this wooden house also looked up at the man one by one.

Everyone's face showed a determined look.

In this scene, the places where slaves are forbidden in the city of Judas are staged simultaneously in different ways.

The timid slaves chose to back down, but more slaves yearning for freedom chose to fight.

The liberated slaves of Tozes City are among them, telling their own experiences from slaves to soldiers, telling them that these people are full of hope every day after getting rid of slave status.

The hearts of the slaves in Judas City became increasingly fiery.

...

………………

It was another day and night, just in a hurry, the sun rose, and then set the horizon again.

As always, the city of Judas calmed down with the night, silent in the dark.

There are very few lights in the city. Due to the fear of the Gastadians, the city people rarely light up after nightfall. Therefore, these days, the entire city is darkened at night.

Only the barracks of the Gardad Army, the camp of the Alenlandis squadron, and the castle standing on the ground in the center of the city were brightly lit at night.

They became the brightest places in the city.

Utta is eating in the gorgeously decorated restaurant, along with the generals of Gasdard.

Prince Tier took the army, but also left troops in the city of Judas.

After all, this city will become a stronghold for the transfer of food and grass supplies to his army, so although there is no force near Aaron Landis that can be used as an enemy to the Gasdad, he still carefully leaves a certain number of troops to guard Ruda City.

Juta, who was trusted by Tyre, was left here because he was familiar with the city. However, the suspicious Prince Tyre still left a Gastad army and two generals.

Juta looked at the delicate food calmly, and the two Gasdard generals obviously disdain to be with him, sitting far away from him, sitting at the other end of the long table.

Most Gastards are straightforward and simple in personality, and they look down on this despicable person who betrayed their country and will not give him a good face.

Jutta, who had become accustomed to this, did not care.

Yes, he didn't need to care about these sloppy ideas at all. He just had to follow Prince Tyre firmly and get the prince's favor.

Juta never regretted the betrayal of Aaron Landis.

loyalty? faith?

What can those things give him?

And as long as he followed Prince Tyre, he could become a real nobleman, a ruler above 10,000 people, and a true master of this city!

traitor?

Ah.

History is written by the winners.

As long as Prince Tier becomes the owner of Aaron Landis and he becomes the prince's confidante, the records of him in the history books will also change from so-called betrayer to time-conscious who follows the Ming Lord.

The truth will be buried in the river of time with the demise of Aaron Landis, disappearing without a trace.

Just after dinner at Utta and standing up to leave, suddenly the quiet city suddenly became noisy.

The shouts rose, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sporadic fire suddenly appeared in the night, which was extremely conspicuous.

And the places where the firelight appeared were mostly the places where slaves were banned in the city circle-including the place where the castle was lit.

The two Gasdard generals put down the unfinished dinner and stood up frowning.

Soon, a soldier hurried over to report.

"Adult! The slaves in the city have rioted! Not only the slaves in the castle, but all the slaves in the whole city!"

"slave?"

A Gasdard general frowned.

In his impression, the slaves existed like pigs and sheep, so these guys who were equivalent to livestock dared to rebel against the Gastards. He didn't understand it.

However, if you don’t understand, you don’t understand. As the defending general of this city, he must suppress those guys.

He said to his companions, "Move the army to suppress those guys and kill them all."

It’s just some slaves. If you dare to rebel against them, they will kill them all.

The Gstaad never knew what compassion was.

If you are not obedient, you will kill obedient.

His companion nodded and was about to go out with him, and suddenly a voice came from behind them.

"Not right."

Juta frowned tightly and said, "Why did the slaves suddenly rebel? There is something wrong with this matter, I am afraid it is not that simple."

He was very suspicious and said, "You'd better not act rashly, just look at the situation before you talk."

The two were not used to seeing Juta. After hearing this, they just grunted heavily with their noses. They were too lazy to follow Juta and walked out quickly.

They are going to mobilize the army and suppress the riotous slaves.

Seeing the two Generals of Gasdard ignore him, Juta's eyebrows were full of gloom.

You two stupid guys, wait, you will regret it.

Was it just the slaves who could not withstand the oppression of the aggressors so they resisted?

No, things must not be so simple.

Otherwise, why didn't those slaves resist early, and late, but at this time?

And those slaves should understand that they cannot be opponents of the army at all. Even if the army is caught by surprise for a while, it will eventually be suppressed by the army.

So why do they do this kind of unlucky thing?

unless…………

Juta's heart tightened.

Unless someone can answer them!

Some people want these slaves to cause turmoil from the inside, take the opportunity to open the city gate, and let the responding people rush in!

At the thought of this, Utta couldn't hold back anymore. He quickly ran out of the castle and hurriedly dispatched his subordinates to the gates in three directions.

And he led a team of cavalry himself, rushing towards the east gate quickly.

There are enough Gasstads to suppress the slaves. He has to arrange for people to guard the gates.

Utta frowned.

Although it is not known where the reinforcements came from, as long as the slaves are not allowed to approach the city gate and the city gate cannot be opened from the inside, the person who planned this matter is considered a failure.

Utta was generally galloping, thinking in his heart.

It's just that the man who secretly planned this thing, the one who could make the slaves of the whole city of Judas willing to fight for it, who is it...

Not thinking about it yet, as soon as Utta looked up, the East Gate was in front of him.

The tall city gate stood in the dark night, quietly, without a flash of light.

He was relieved in his heart.

Okay, it seems to catch up.

Those slaves have not rushed here yet.

Just when Judah just let go of his heart--

In a flash fire.

Dozens of burning fires lit up the walls of the East Gate, and the blazing fire shone sharply on Utta's face, causing him to close his eyes subconsciously.

The tingling of the eyes took a few seconds to pass, and when Juta opened his eyes again, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Someone was standing in the fire above the city gate and on the high wall.

Dozens of flames were burning behind the man, his face was unclear, and he could only be seen roughly as a slightly slender young man.

The teenager stood in flames.

The bow in his hand was full.

The arrow flickered with cold light.

The tight bowstring seems to break in the next second.

The gusty wind roared past the teenager on the high wall, and the bright blond hair reflecting the fire flew in the air, like a golden flame burning in the night.

That is--

The long golden hair flying like a cloud in the night sky was deeply reflected in the depth of Jutana's enlarged pupil.

A buzz.

Arrows run through.

A cold light cut through the night.

Suddenly, the pain came from his shoulder.

Jutah, whose left shoulder was penetrated by the arrow, fell heavily from the horse's back to the ground.