A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The Gastads were brave and fierce during the battle. They were advancing on the battlefield and were not afraid of death.

They were born in the Gasdard snowfield, a world covered by ice and snow most of the year.

Barrenness, coldness, hunger and death go hand in hand.

Weak meat and strong food, the fittest survive.

The Gstaads who survived in this environment learned how cruel the environment taught them.

The harsh environment also led to the poverty of their civilization.

They never cared about any morals, ethics and honesty.

Because these useless things will not allow them to survive in the cruel Gasdard snowfield.

To live unscrupulously, it is their instinct of the Gasstad.

At the beginning, they had done something to suppress the people of Kanal to attack the city of Kanal. This made the city of Kanal easy to defend and quickly fell.

In fact, when attacking Aaron Landis, the Gasdards wanted to reapply their old skills, seizing Aaron Landis civilians and driving them to hostage as a hostage.

However, Huimos, who was guarding the royal city at that time, used the unprecedented tactics of'clear walls and clear fields' to drive away the civilians in the royal city for hundreds of miles before they arrived, preventing them from capturing the hostages.

Now, the commander of Gasdard is very thankful that the prisoners of Aaron Landis were sent here as slaves, which gave him an excellent bargaining chip.

When he found that the walls were threatened by throwing stones and giant crossbows|arrows, he decisively ordered the group of Aaron Landis to be pushed onto the walls, making them a meat shield.

He was satisfied to see that the Alan Landis' offensive stopped immediately the moment his compatriots appeared on the wall.

After a moment of silence, the army outside the city suddenly burst into a violent roar.

Seeing that his fellow soldiers could not control his anger, they scolded at the Gasdards.

They were outraged by the despicable acts of the Gstaad.

However, the Gastads obviously did not care about their scolding at all.

In their view, it doesn't matter whether the means are mean or despicable.

They only care about the results.

So they continued to scold, pushing the Aaron Landis slave to the edge of the city wall.

The Aaron Landis slaves were rudely pushed by the Gasdar soldiers and moved forward involuntarily.

They walked slowly, staggering step by step.

Their hands and feet were handcuffed with bronze handcuffs, and they dragged heavy bronze chains under their feet, making a harsh noise as they walked hard with the stone ground.

These brave and fearless soldiers who once followed the lion king in the battlefield have been tortured both ** and spiritually for more than a year.

The servants who had been revered by everyone became the humblest slaves, but also the slaves of their most hated enemies, and suffered humiliation.

Many people hate to die in pain.

If the survivors are in hell, all their struggles and unwillingness are in vain. They gradually become numb, living like clay sculptures, and no longer look in their eyes.

The skinny body and thin and pale face can no longer see the demeanor of the old battlefield.

Until that day, they heard a message.

The Canal who hated the Gasdard and sympathized with them secretly told them to let them persist for a while.

The Canars said that their new Junior King had announced in public that they would send Canal.

‘I will never abandon my people of Aaron Landis. ’

This sentence, so that they have already died ashamed in their hearts once again ignited the flame of hope.

Their king did not forget them.

enough.

This is enough.

This is enough to keep them alive with hope.

They waited hard for the arrival of the Aaron Landis army, waiting for the day when they returned to Aaron Landis.

As long as this hope is still there, let alone wait another year, even if they wait another ten or twenty years-even if they are dying, they can continue to wait.

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Sid has been hungry for two days.

The Gastads imprisoned their group of Aaron Landis in one place, and gave them no food other than some water.

He is weak.

Unprecedented weakness.

However, even if he is starving, his mood is still as bright as this moment of scorching sun.

With his stomach deflated, Stewart endured the uncomfortable feeling of hunger, and looked at the direction of the gate of King Canal with expectation.

Not only him, but also other companions. Even if they were dying of hunger, their eyes were still full of charm-completely different from the numbness of half a year ago.

almost.

Sid thought.

Soon, they will be able to go home.

At this moment, a team of Gasdard soldiers ran in quickly.

They scolded and pulled, forcibly fetching these Aaron Landis slaves, and drove Stuart and many of his companions to the wall.

When Sid was forcibly driven to the wall, he immediately reacted.

These cruel and savage guys are going to use them as a meat shield for the city walls to threaten the Arunlandis army to stop attacking.

Not only him, but many of his companions soon realized this.

Suddenly, the team was in chaos. Many Aaron Landis began to struggle, unwilling to go up to the city wall.

But after two days of hunger, they were so weak that they couldn't resist at all. Many people were beaten up by the soldiers who drove them away, and their heads were broken.

If it wasn't for Gasdard's generals to stop in time, those people might just be killed alive.

In the end, all of them were forcibly dragged onto the city wall by the Gasdard.

Dragging the heavy bronze chain, Stud stumbled to the wall.

Looking up, he saw the familiar black-and-red army under the city wall, which could not be seen at a glance.

The army of Aaron Landis, his fellow robe.

The lion flag with a gold pattern on a red background fluttered high in the air.

Everything is as before.

For a moment, Sid's eyes turned red.

He used to think that he was a strong and fearless warrior of Aaron Landis, and he would never shed tears even in the face of death or even the last drop of blood.

But when I saw the familiar clothes and flags again at this moment, it was only a year and a half away, but it seemed to him that hundreds of years had passed. At this moment, he couldn't control it anymore, and the corners of his eyes were instantly wet. stand up.

It wasn’t just him. Those companions who were forcibly pushed to the side of the wall like him looked at everything familiar under the wall, and the eyes turned red one by one.

Because of excitement.

Also because of unwillingness.

They also wanted to wear black and red armor, armed with long swords, and fight with their robes for Aaron Landis.

But now, they can only appear in such an embarrassing appearance before everyone, and even become a burden on the same robe.

Sid took a deep breath. He raised his hands and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. His movements pulled the chain on the ground and made a harsh noise.

It was a shame for him to lose to the Gasdard. He only hated that he had never died on the battlefield.

Today, he is reluctant to be used as a tool to threaten his robes by the Gasdars.

"Even if we can't fight-we must not be a burden to Aaron Landis!"

Roaring loudly with the last effort, Stud leapt out of the wall.

With the determination to die, he saw that most of his body had fallen outside the city wall, and he would soon fall from the sky--

But suddenly the whole person fell back to the wall.

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A Gasdard soldier grabbed the bronze chain on his foot in time and dragged Stud back.

After the failure of Sid, some Aaron Landis tried to jump down and killed themselves, but all were held firmly by the guarded Gasdar soldiers.

The Gasdars were shocked by the attempt by Stone and others to jump off the walls and commit suicide. They couldn't understand why the Aaron Landis did this.

Fearing that such a situation would arise again, they simply tied the Aaron Landis slaves securely to the wooden or stone poles on the city wall with two or three ropes.

He wanted to die but didn't make it. Instead, he was clenched his teeth by the Gstaad tied to the city wall.

He almost bleeds his lower lip bite, hanging his head, his eyes dark.

"Sid, don't worry."

Looking at his decadent appearance, the middle-aged man bundled with him suddenly said,

"We will not be a burden on the Aaron Landis Army, as I saw just now, this time it was His Excellency Heimus."

The middle-aged man who used to be a respectable knight, but now only a skinny slave, was calm.

"You should know the character of this lord, it is simply impossible for the Gasdard to threaten this lord with us."

"I think His Excellency Heimos will soon order to continue the attack."

If the coach is someone else, he still dare not be so determined.

But if it is the lord Heimus they are familiar with, they will definitely order to continue the attack.

The middle-aged man said so, with relief in his tone.

But with that gratification, some traces of discomfort were revealed.

Struggling for so long, looking forward to returning to Aaron Landis day and night, but now still have to die in a foreign country.

It is impossible to say that there is no regret or discomfort at all.

…Just.

He would rather die for the country than wish to be humiliated as a slave in the hands of the Gasdard.

Rather than being tortured to death by the Gasdard, he would rather die in the hands of his compatriots.

He only hoped that after his death, his compatriots could take his body back to the land where he was dreaming.

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...Just, after all, still unwilling... unwilling.

He had seen far away from the city, the black armor rider standing on the ground raised his right hand high.

he knows.

That was the gesture that ordered the attack to continue.

As soon as that hand is swayed, countless boulders and □□ will come over and take away the lives of everyone on the city wall.

With a deep sigh in his heart, he closed his eyes, waiting for the arrival of death.

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The bright sunlight shone on the black armor of Heimus, and was swallowed in by the darkness.

Riding on the horse, he slowly raised his hand.

Everyone knows that it is a signal to continue the attack.

Looking at the compatriots who were **** in the city wall, everyone felt their breathing was fast.

The military order is like a mountain.

Once the commander Heimos issued an order, they must continue to attack.

They will kill their hands and feet with their own hands and take away the lives of their robes.

What a cruel command this is--

Kehos stared at Heymos, who had raised his hand from afar, with a complex look.

It seems that Huimus has already made a decision.

In order to break the city, Huimus gave up the lives of the captured compatriots.

He guessed it would be the result from the beginning.

Huimos could never give up the victory at his hand for the lives of those prisoners of war.

This person has always been like this and has never changed.

Kehos looked away.

He couldn't stop it.

According to the order of King Garland, Huimus is the coach of this expedition.

The coach's orders, he must obey.

It's just... Your Majesty will be sad after learning about this...

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At this moment, a strange silence appeared on the battlefield.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on Huimus.

Everyone held their breath, watching his every move.

"Subpoena."

Heimos, who raised his right hand in full view, said blankly.

There was no sign of anger on his face, nor was he shaken.

He gave orders that he took for granted in a calm tone.

"carry on……"

Continue to attack.

A bright sun shone down, refracting a light between his left fingers holding the reins.

The golden ring embedded in green malachite refracted the light to his indifferent eyes.

Heimus' right hand that was about to swing down stopped in midair.

He lowered his eyes, and the shadow of his long lashes fell into his pupils.

The bottom of his eyes reflected the ring of malachite worn on his left hand, and his lips tightened suddenly.

"Sir Huimus?"

The subordinates who stood behind Huimos saw him talking only halfway through, and there was no movement.

Heimus' right hand slowly lowered.

He said: "Retreat and return to the camp."

"what?!!"

A few minutes later, a low horn sounded suddenly on the battlefield, causing Kehuos to turn his head suddenly.

The horn sound of returning to camp? !

His face was stunned and incredible.

Is this the order of Huimus?

How can it be?

The low horn sound spread across the battlefield, and also to the ears of the Aaron Landis bound to the wall.

The middle-aged man, who had closed his eyes and waited for the death, listened to the familiar trumpet sound of the retreat and opened his eyes suddenly.

He looked at the army of Aaron Landis slowly receding, unbelievable.

Isn't the coach actually the Lord Heimus?

He thought blankly.