Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 244 is mainly anti-customer

"Good speech."

"But you have to understand."

"We can't just rely on your sensational speech," said Ronnie, who had a hard time opening his mouth, but his voice was already hoarse. It seemed to be lacking in persuasiveness: "I feel that the stars are invincible, and Exeter is in danger, not working with you." It’s a dead end."

"This is not realistic."

Lombard took a deep breath.

"Of course you can question me," he turned and did not back down to Ronnie: "But you can't deceive your own eyes - the expedition of King Kessel in the great desert is in front of you."

"They can smoothly transport the grain and grass into the desert," Lombard said undoubtedly: "You can also transport them to the city of Longyan without difficulty, even to defend the city, pray for the city or even the whistle." In the scope of the collar."

He shook his head: "Praying for the city's generation to guard against the movements of the Golden Corridor and the anomalies in the desert, accustomed to prevent problems - I hope this is not an empty talk."

Ronnie did not move and did not speak.

"Whatever happened, you can certainly do it," said the Grand Duke of Tuludi, who seemed to be suspicious: "An alarming speech can confuse an idiot who doesn't mind..."

He narrowed his eyes: "It is best not to use it on us."

Grand Lecco raised his head and glanced at Tluedida.

Oller repaired the ground and looked at the ground for a long time.

"But they have an efficient and powerful bureaucratic team. This is not a lie."

Rumba gestured to the four Dagong: "After the **** year, the direct army of the royal family of the comet has increased year after year, and the valuable equipment such as the magic gun on the Broken Dragon Fortress has also increased significantly - this will affect our victory and defeat."

"You can even ask Mrs. Kashan for proof: over the years, the quality of the members absorbed by the Secrets has greatly exceeded the darkroom. In the face of their spying and tricks, the famous Red Witch often can only passively counterattacks - but believe me. She has no desire to carry out such a risky strategy when there is a chance of active attack."

Black Sand Dagong walked through the four Dagong step by step, his eyes were dignified, giving him a strong sense of oppression.

"Turning over the battle of more than a hundred years ago, it is not difficult, and then compare it with the present," he said. "But we are in a critical moment to determine the future of the kingdom. This is beyond doubt, we missed this moment, we Will regret it."

Before Rumba walked all the way to the brazier, the burning flame reflected his back in the eyes of the four grand princes.

At that moment, Chaman Rumba’s voice seemed to contain heavy weights.

"We and the stars, like two wounded swordsmen, saw each other's weaknesses in the last life and death contest," he whispered. "That is time."

Lecco’s grandfather looked.

"Our weakness is that we can't afford the time. We can't restore the trauma of the Star Kingdom and change it slowly."

"The weakness of the stars is that we must fight for time. They will certainly delay the conflict to the healing of the scars of the **** year at all costs."

Rumba looks like a singer: "In these 12 years, our back and forth is around this theme."

He turned around and his eyes burned: "I later thought about it. The heavy desert expedition at the price of King Kaiser, in addition to demonstrating their expeditionary ability, is a smog war, in order to let us have the existing power of the stars. Hesitant, and he is uncertain about sending troops to the south."

"In the past few years, Stars and the Secrets have tried every means to make us civil strife, but also to delay the time and clean up the domestic scars." Hesha Dagong raised his hand and pinched his fist: "And I do everything possible to expand the local conflict through the prince or territory. The war is to rob the time and break the calculations of the stars."

"So you want us to send troops?" Olsiu suddenly said: "Even if you use more than expected benefits to seduce us?"

Rumba nodded silently.

Tluedida spit out a sigh of relief and slammed his hand: "Say something realistic, even if we all agree with you, go out and send troops down the south..."

"What are you going to do then?"

"Twelve years ago, when we had the greatest advantage, we couldn’t beat the south of the Shepherd River." The rebuilt tower was open to the palm of his hand and his expression was weird: "If you say it, our neighbors in the south are not what they used to be. ......"

Tluedida smiled: "What do you think, we will succeed in 12 years?"

The big men have fallen into meditation.

But Lombard seems to be ready, he snorted, went to the table, knocked on the table.

"There is still a difference," he said, shaking his head and whispering: "Twelve years ago, there is now."

Oleux Dagong reveals an interesting look.

"Twelve years ago, we were too arrogant. The strategy of sending troops went to destroy the country." Lombard shook his head and seemed to be very sorry: "After the full attack after the fortress, not only the heavy attack on the stars, but also We have brought tremendous pressure ourselves, leaving a flaw for the attack of the Stars."

"When we find out that it is wrong, we are already deeply immersed."

Rumba jerked his head up.

"But now, we have already recognized the situation of our opponents, and our advantage is still there," Black Sands nodded. "Twelve years ago, one of the most correct things that King Noon did was to end the expedition ahead of time. Most of the strengths of the whole body retreat, and there is no risky attack for the sake of uncertainty."

"It’s ironic, almost all of us were cursing him twelve years ago," Tluedida sighed, his face stunned: "Twelve years later, the only person who spoke for his decision of the year was actually you. ""

He shrugged at Lombard and expressed helplessness.

Lombard slightly, but he clenched his fist and reopened.

"This time, it is enough for us to set the target only to 'take down the North.' If it is not smooth, ‘attack the fortress’ can also be the minimum standard.”

Rumba slid on the table with a scabbard, as if painting a map:

"You all know that the stars in the country are paralyzed in the meeting - as long as they don't involve their own interests, the stars of the aristocrats will not be willing to assist King Kaiser, who has forced them too in these years. Oh."

"So, as we did twelve years ago, we will face a northerly environment that is isolated and helpless except for the royal reserve army. It is even better, because the grievances of the South and the comets have not yet been settled, so the adjacent cliffs The landlord will not send troops, and the creation of the North in 12 years ago is far from being restored."

Grand Duke Leko’s eyes flashed.

His words seem to have infinite self-confidence: "This time the war, we will concentrate on the strength, with the military advantage that Exeter still has, and steadily fight on the frontal battlefield, only take the Northland, it is not good, but also I am very confident about not adding logistical problems."

"And we are still holding on to the revenge of the king, holding their princes, which can give us extra chips on the battlefield."

Rumba looked at the table and looked nodded.

"But it is more advantageous..."

"We don't suffer too much resistance."

Dasha Dagong raised his head and looked directly at the Dagong: "Thirty days ago, it was famous from the time of the Empire. The long-established family of the Northland people is also one of the six giants of the stars. The devastating: the Duke of the Northern Territory, Val Aaron, in the palace of Fuxing, was imprisoned by the savage King Kaiser."

The hall was quiet for a moment.

"how?"

Ronnie’s grandfather satirically said: “The Lombard family wants to go to the stars across the country to make a sound for their family of thousands of enemies?”

Rumba gave him a look.

"It's better than this."

There is a strange color in the eyes of the black sand: "Miranda Arendt - the only daughter left by Val Allen, is here as a guest."

The other big men look a glimpse.

Rumba chills: "According to the inheritance of the stars, she is the northern realm and the most orthodox heir of the Aaronde family."

The grandfathers looked at each other and found the surprise in each other's eyes.

Wei Lan’s Ole Xiu Dagong said: “So this is the use of the White Eagle family heirs, right? As for what you just said to assassinate the King’s ‘current criminal’...”

Rumba just shook his head and ignored him: "So, it is easy for us to occupy the northern border: for the people in the north, we are not the invaders, but the invitation of the distinguished young Lady Arunde. Come to the Stars to seek the justice of the teacher."

"It’s not the same as last time," the black sand typhoon’s eyes ignited a terrible flame: "This time, we will never fall into the quagmire of war, thus exposing Exeter's inability to withstand the long-standing weakness."

At this moment, the atmosphere between the great men changed and became quiet and strange.

Danny Ronnie breathed a sigh of relief and his face was stiff: "You are really planning, Lombard."

Grand Duke Leko began to look at Rumba again, his eyes were dignified and he did not say a word.

Grand Duke Luda frowned, thoughtfully: "Very good, so like the granddaughter of King Nunn... We first support the girl of the Arend family to do squats, and then secretly do some tricks. The northern border of Aarond became the northern border of Lombard... and then?"

Rumba sneered.

"And then……"

"Once we set foot in the north and take root, we can completely reverse the confrontational situation in the past three hundred years: Yongxing City loses its northern border, which is almost equal to no danger. We occupy an absolute initiative and can attack. Retreat and defend, not to retreat, can also give invisible pressure and threat to Yongxing City."

He used the scabbard to point out the invisible "map" on the table.

"So you ask for the land in the north, keep the south, and even give up the black sand collar," Olsei sharply raised his head: "For this purpose? Pressure the stars? Are you sure you can do it?"

Rumba nodded slowly.

"To accomplish this," he snorted: "Is anyone better than me?"

"Talk about it." Ronnie was cold and cold.

Rumba gave him a look, but still nodded.

"I will use the perennial intrusion and Chen Bing to form a constant pressure on the stars, especially the Yongxing City." Lumba frowned and his expression was solemn: "In this way, I will gently let the cliffs, the West, etc. Bordering stars and vassals - they will understand what they can gain in the fall of the Central Collar and Yongxing City. Whenever King Kaiser wants to do something, whether inside or outside, I will not let him be better. ""

"In the north, the Arunde family under our control is not only a bargaining chip of war and conquest, but their orthodoxy and prestige in the north for many years will become the thorn in the flesh of the King of Stars."

Tluedida looked at Lecco.

"This will heavily attack the prestige of the comet's royal family. It will also force the Fuxing Palace to put a large amount of money and energy on military defense and diplomatic mediation, so that it has no time to take care of other territories and vassals, thus weakening the royal family to the kingdom. Influence and control. And those who have been pressured by Kessel for many years are not simple things."

Rumba's look became dignified, but there was a fascinating fanaticism in his eyes:

"All in all, we will not defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, but we can use our threats that cannot be ignored to highlight our existence, forcibly inserting foreign chess pieces on Judith's board, forcing them to break out of uncontrollable chaos, delaying indefinitely. And even interrupt the changes they are making."

"With the development of time, the stars will step by step on the road of change and transformation, and the internal and external difficulties will fall ill," Lombard raised his gaze, and his eyes became more and more fierce: "And we will turn the tide."

"Even and anti-customer."

All the great men have fallen into deep thought.

Just at this time.

"Grand Duke," a cool female voice came from outside the door: "I am coming in!"

The sound of the friction of the blade came from the door of the stone hall.

The four great men looked tight and looked at Lombard.

Rumba first turned his face and nodded to them.

"Let her come in," Leko said, "Nothing."

As the voice of Dagong fell, the sound of the blade was sent out of the door.

In the next second, the figure of the female swordsman Croy Ash appeared in the hall.

The rare female warrior of Exeter, who came to Lombard in a respectful manner, looked succinctly at the big public.

At that moment, Grand Duke Luda was keenly aware that the eyes of Lombard became bigger!

What happened?

Troudida silently said:

It seems to be related to the situation at hand.

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"Peng!"

The arrow rain that shoots, like the worms, rushes from the gate to the ground!

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

A short, piercing sting sounded.

But the imaginary scene did not appear.

The two carriages with the symbol of the Good Flow City were not nailed into a hedgehog by the arrow, nor stopped by the slowdown, and they rushed to the gate without losing speed!

Instead, they chased the three teams of patrols behind them. They stopped their steps, their scalp was numb, and they looked at them with horror.

Countless arrows were nailed to the ground, just a few meters in front of them.

Separate them from the two carriages.

Take one more step, maybe one of them will fall on your head.

With such an idea, the patrols with horror, anger and incomprehension, looked up and looked at the gate.

Above the gate, the shooter Phil took up the bow and arrow and satisfactorily saw the patrols being intercepted by their own troops.

Phil turned and raised his hand against Count Lewan, and the count gave him a thumbs up.

The two carriages, the "servants" who connected behind them, all rushed to the gate under the gate.

"what happened!"

Outside the gate, as the commander of the patrol's name, the garrison officer, the Viscount of Dresden, is already violent.

How many years did he have not looked at his own troops and was stopped by warning shots under the gate?

Actually still in Longyan City?

"Adult, madam, you all saw it, they, how dare they?"

With two equally wrecked guards, Dresden pointed to the gates and angered at the Prime Minister of Brisbane and the Red Witch Kashan:

"Attack my troops?"

"In Longyan City, attack the Longyan City patrol and attack the king's regular army!"

He pinched his fist and yelled: "No matter who they are... **** their family!"

boom!

With a bang, the temporary access gate in the center of the gate was slowly pulled up in the metal friction.

The two carriages reduced their speed and passed the first gate with the people around them, entering the highest inner city - facing the Yingling Palace.

The Count of Brisbane frowned slightly. He glanced at the team that broke into the gates and then quietly observed the situation on the gate. The white hair swayed slightly in the wind.

"Calm, Lord Viscount." The Prime Minister was faintly said: "There must be some cause."

The Viscount of Dresden was silent, but he was still breathing fast, his arms were blue and his eyes were staring at the red witch on the side of the Prime Minister.

"To tell the truth, Ms. Kashan," I saw the Prime Minister of Brisbane sighing: "Who is the gatekeeper? Who are the two carriages?"

"Who is in the Palace of the Spirit?"

"Forget it," said Brisbane, shaking his head. "I know the skill of the hand. When I attacked the fortress twelve years ago, Phil and his colleagues were the best people to suppress the shooting. - Thanks to the experience of the black sand collar and the fortress all year round."

The red witch frowned slightly, seemingly a little surprised, and then became disheartened.

"It's you, Brisbane." She slowly spit.

Brisbane took her look to her eyes.

"From the patrol's costumes, to the inexplicable number of soldiers, and the letters from the Palace of the Rings to urge me to go," the Prime Minister shook his head and looked tired: "And your sudden appearance?"

"Why is he?"

Ms. Kashan narrowed her eyes and did not answer.

But Brisbane did not ask her to answer.

"I'm fed up with all of this," the gray-haired prime minister looked up and looked directly at Ms. Kashan's eyes, coldly and coldly: "I'm fed up with my incompetence and hesitation."

The red witch sighed: "The Prime Minister, believe me, it's far from being so simple."

But Brisbane did not pay attention to her.

"Come," he said coldly in his face: "Ms. Kashan is invited to my temporary office to give her a closed room, remember to be polite."

The Count of Dresden was angered, only to see him wave his hand. In the distance, a team of patrol soldiers came in an angry way.

"Without my orders," the Prime Minister said with awe: "She should not want to leave."

Kassan looked at him blankly.

Brisbane turned his head again and looked at the patrol behind him.

"Dresden, let your people get ready!" The Prime Minister ordered coldly.

The Viscount of Dresden was a little glimpse.

get ready?

Red witch's face changes slightly

"The Prime Minister, you have to think clearly," Red Witch frowned. "Your order affects not only yourself: this is Longyan City."

Her eyes are complicated: "This may make Exeter robbed."

Brisbane turned around and gave her a deep look.

The mood is unknown.

"Kashan, old friend."

The Prime Minister carried his hand and walked slowly to her side, whispering: "From a decade ago, when you didn't change your face, the Lombard family was ruined..."

"You make me afraid..."

Kashan is a little bit stunned.

Brisbane calmly said: "Now I want to understand, you did not choose Chaman Rumba."

The red witch closed her eyes and sighed softly: "Lisban..."

The Prime Minister’s eyes are terrible:

"You made him by yourself."

Kashan lowered her head and smiled softly.

Viscount Dresden came to the Prime Minister and looked suspicious: "Adult, what are you going to do?"

Brisbane no longer cares about the reaction of the Red Witch. He jerked back and looked at the gate and looked at the steel gate that was slowly descending. His eyes were firm.

"Ready to attack the city."

He is cold and authentic.

(End of this chapter)