Chapter 962
The red sun hangs west, and the brilliant sunset shines on the entire sea, dyeing a scarlet on the cold water.
In front of the port of Eboden, twenty battleships berthed side by side like Titans, with their high bows and towering masts overlooking most of the city.
On the sea level in the distance, there is also an elf battleship several times this mooring, threatening and surrounding the entire Eboden.
The retreating Azorean elves lined up in six large squares, assembled in the harbor, standing motionless in place, staring at the opposite Eboden city wall and ring fortress. Glared unwillingly.
If it weren't for His Royal Highness Rodria's order, or the cavalry who appeared suddenly...the city in front of them was already in their pocket!
The wizard warriors of proud and arrogant do not understand His Highness the Prince’s decision to withdraw troops-in their eyes, the trifling thousands of cavalry can only cause some harassment at best; they don’t know one Supporting such a brutal mobile force to assist outside the city will increase the morale of the defenders of Eboden and how much damage will it cause to the siege army.
It can be said that even Lothair and Ailemans, with a total of 14,000 reinforcements, are second, and Boye’s 5,000 hussars are the real provide timely help.
When such a cavalry army, known for its endurance and mobility, appeared outside Eboden, the Azores who wanted to continue to attack the city had to be prepared to pay two or three times the casualties. NS.
On the other side of the port, the Boys hussars who rushed back and forth in front of the beach reined in their horses, and under the city gate of the ring fortress, they joined Swordsman, Byrne and Lothar Knights who were out of the city under the city gate of the ring fortress. Assemble and converge.
Different from the serious Knights, the hussars on horseback stared at the elves on the opposite side arrogantly, almost resorting to all-out provocations;
They shouted loudly. Laughing, spitting sputum, throwing a few elves’ triangular battle flags into the quagmire with disdain, they were trampled by horseshoes; or revealing the spoils of war snatched from the elves, show off one's military strength.
The two armies are under the city wall of Eboden, facing each other at a distance of less than two hundred steps; two hundred steps, both sides are within the threat range of their respective weapons, but Exceeded the shortest charge distance.
Looking at the Azores elves on the opposite side, and the battleship in the port, the black hair wizard couldn’t help but sighed-to mobilize tens of thousands of troops as "spectators" for a negotiation. Enthusiasm and grand.
Of course, he did not understand the purpose and reason of the other party. In addition to threatening and intimidating the defenders of Eboden, there was also an impossible reason.
A group of elves warrior holding a long triangle-shaped flag with a purple gold edge, walking from the opposing army to the center of the battlefield; Loren who took a deep breath also had to look at Lu Sien behind him, with The Byrne Knights took the initiative to meet him.
As the two teams approached gradually, two familiar silhouettes came into Loren's eyes-the blindfolded elven girl, still the same as when they first met, holding a cane in both hands like Azov Er Changdao was pressed against his chest; a young man with an arrogant and indifferent face was always staring at himself very vigilantly.
The chief warrior and warrior of the Royal Court, the great-grandson of Harlemvan Ashamai Master, the sisters and brothers of the Elf Zade family, Lori and Ansen, surrounded by a purple-golden cloak, like a big man child The elves, all the stars cup themselves around the moon, stand in the center of the elves like warriors.
The black hair wizard squinted his eyes and looked at him calmly; he also kept blinking curiously, looking up and down Loren.
The two sides stood vigilantly at a distance of ten steps away, and just kept doing it for five minutes; each clasped the weapon in his hand, tightening his nerves, as if the next moment was about to fight each other of.
And the big boy-like elf is still standing there, looking curiously with his back on his back, his big pure and innocent eyes blinking and blinking, as if he didn't feel the atmosphere becoming particularly tense at all.
Who invited whom?
After a brief embarrassment, Loren had to take the initiative to step forward and cough slightly:
"Excuse me, you are Lord Rodría Azores?"
"Exactly."
Gently pushing away the wizard warrior who wanted to protect himself, the little Prince stepped forward alone, saying with a slight smile with great interest: "As for you... Oh, I know that Legendary Mithril Sword."
"Your Excellency Loren Torino, I’ve always admired the name; it’s an honor to be named by you, you should be from Alexandra knew it from her mouth, didn't she?"
The black hair wizard raised his brow.
Didn't expect, so soon... the game began.
The message implied by the words of this His Highness the Prince is-"I know Alexandra is in your hands, and I know you are reluctant to kill her."
Although it is true.
"Yes." Loren said with a light smile, looking towards Little Prince with a meaningful look: "Of course, she told me more than just your name."
Little Prince shrugged, laughed very indifferently, his eyes never leaving Loren's expression.
"That's right, so that you and I can also save a lot of time, and we can talk about more useful things without being polite."
"What to talk about?"
p>"Withdraw the troops." Little Prince's answer was very direct, with a deep smile:
"Eboden’s defenders all withdrew from the city, as well as your civilians. I call Xiong The credibility of the son of Yingwang and the warrior assures you that you will never attack when you leave."
"In this way, there can be a perfection in this war, and the two sides will not end with sacrifices. "While talking, Little Prince looked at the setting sun in Sai Chu "exaggeratedly", nodded: "Well, I will give you three days, shouldn’t it be enough?"
"Good child, don't fight" like a little Prince, Loren suddenly became a little speechless.
The other party's as it should be by rights look like a rascal, reminds him of another similar guy.
Is it true that the youngest son of the Imperial Family in the world is all carved out of a mold?
But since the other party intends to play a rogue, then there is no need to be too serious.
"I heard that negotiation is the art of compromise-both parties come up with the results they want, and then back down to each other." Loren poked his mouth slightly, and said "seriously":
"So if I don't make our request, the so-called negotiation conditions will not be established."
"That's right, it should be the case."
Little Prince smiled and said nodded: "So, what are your requirements and conditions?"
"Simple, withdraw troops." Loren's mouth picked up, saying more directly than him:
"Let your army and fleet leave Eboden, where and where to go back; I assure you in the name of Lord Byrne and member of the Knights of the Sword, President Eboden, never when you return home Sneak attack you."
"In this way, the war will be over, the two countries will stop fighting and truce, and shake hands again; return to the peaceful scene of dealing with each other's affairs in the past hundreds of years and visiting each other occasionally. "
The voice fell, and the smile on the corner of Little Prince's mouth was visibly stagnant, and he was stunned.
After one minute, he shook his head:
"Sorry, but this is impossible—forgive me to speak bluntly, Lord Loren Torino, even though I respect it. You, but you now don’t seem to be qualified to make such a condition."
"Even more how, you did this to make me admit that the Azores lost the battle of Eboden-even if In terms of the dignity of the kingdom, I can’t accept such a result."
"But I didn’t win either, did I?" Loren retorted, gradually reducing the smile from the corner of his mouth: "You hit ten. For five days, Eboden’s city wall is still standing behind me."
Little Prince laughed aloud: "Then how long can I stand? Including the reinforcements, how many troops do you have, which is less than half of mine." Right... I don’t know how your combat readiness is, but my military strength and materials, the bargaining chips in my hand are multiples of yours."
Loren shook his head slowly:
" War is not addition and subtraction, otherwise the mathematicians will rule the world."
"Well said, there is reason and evidence." Little Prince nodded gently: "But now I look at it at most half a month, I will be able to take Eboden-in fact, I now control the port of Eboden."
"Yes, but there is only a beachfront port, you can't hold it at all." black hair wizard indifferently said: "And I only need to stick to half a month at most."
"After half a month, you will not face me, but the 200,000 army of His Majesty the Emperor. ——I don’t know if the exhausted elven warriors under Eboden by then will be able to face up to twice their own elite divisions?"
Little Prince frowned, pouting slightly, as if he was awkward. Child, staring straight at Loren: "Lord Byrne, you don’t really think that the Azores army is the only one behind me?"
"I can tell you now, In a month at most, two or three times as many troops will appear outside this port! Even if your Emperor can really retake Eboden by then, you can only endure the pain to watch her destroy!"
Faced with the threat of Little Prince, the black hair wizard was silent.
He closed his eyes and exhaled "white steam", then gently squeezed the index finger of his right hand, pointed his fingertip in the direction of the sea breeze, and rubbed it a few times.
Slightly startled, little Prince understood what Loren meant.
Winter is here.
The weather is getting colder and colder. In less than a month, the port of Eboden will be frozen-then the fleet of the elves must be evacuated, otherwise it will be completely destroyed by the ice in the port; The elven army has become a lone army, and before the ice melts in the coming year, it is impossible to get the assistance of the next army.
All that awaits them is annihilation.
"Since you think so, it seems that we are impossible to reach a mutually beneficial agreement." He pursed his lips, and the little Prince said softly, with a regretful expression:
" It's really unfortunate. We could have become friends."
Loren has really heard similar words countless times.
"We can still be friends." Loren lightly said with a smile: "But war is war. You can't talk about feelings."
"That's right, but the warrior on the battlefield We all have feelings, and we all fight for our own beliefs and justice." Little Prince lightly said with a smile: "The wisdom and bravery shown on the battlefield will make each other more respectful of each other."
He was lightly snorted and beckons with the hand behind him; the elves and warriors crowded behind immediately dispersed, and an older elves came up with a painting.
"This is my gift to you, "Eboden Friendship"... Well, right here, you can go down." As he said, the cheerful little Prince took over the painting. Put it in front of the black hair wizard:
"Use this souvenir as a testimony of our friendship."
Slightly surprised Loren looked at the "souvenir" in front of him-dazzling The red sun dispelled the haze, and he and the little Prince in front of them stood on the beach and shook hands and made peace.
Sunshine and haze, war and peace... Vividly and thoroughly displayed on a frame less than two feet wide.
"How?"
Little Prince suddenly asked: "I ordered this painting to be produced a few days ago until it was finally completed just now. After all, there is no It’s hard to draw Shen Yun by seeing your face in person, so...Do you like it?"
"I like it very much—as a painting, because art likes to decorate, only you Show what you want to see." Loren lifts the head, looking at him calmly:
"There is no bloody smell and corpse smell in the paint."
"Said That's right, but I still hope you can like it, so that at least we can have a perfect ending to our talks today." Little Prince slightly smiled: "Because of my next gift, you will never like it."
Next gift?
"Boom——————————!!!"
At this moment, a loud thunder came suddenly, and the exquisite painting was directly shaken. on the beach.
The defenders on the Eboden side turned their heads one after another, looking at the direction where the explosion sounded in a panic-a raging fire was rising on the other side of the river bank.
It's an iron gate!
"As I just said, the wisdom and bravery shown on the battlefield can lead to respect each other more." Under the scarlet sunset, little Prince smiled more:
"Your Excellency Loren Torino, in the battles of the previous few days, you displayed superb commanding art and judgment like a prophet-as a gift, of course I can't neglect it."
"So, I will take advantage of you to rectify the army's neutral position, and quietly dispatch a battleship full of kerosene to blow up the iron gate blocking the mouth of the Gems River and the blockage behind it into ashes."
"This way, my fleet can attack Eboden from both sides at the same time, and the launcher on my ship can strike the inner city directly from the mouth of the river; I don’t know if your army has enough troops to garrison the city wall on both sides. What about?"
The voice fell, and the little Prince lifts the head, satisfied to appreciate the black hair wizard's blue complexion, plus the exclamation and alarm bells of the Eboden defenders on the city wall in the distance.
Yes, this is the charm of surprise-whether it is brought to you by the other party or imposed on the other party by yourself, it is always very pleasant.
Surprise is the core charm of all games.