Chapter 1102
Although it has entered the early spring season, Golovin in the early morning is still filled with a chill that soaks the body;
With thousands of steps, horseshoes and wheels , The sound of the friction and collision between the sharp blade and the armor, the silhouette of a huge army gradually appeared in the dense fog covering the earth; the multi-colored swallowtail flag, as well as the various war flags, slowly fluttered in the cold wind.
Golden Lion on black, red, white and black cross, iron crown lifted by three giant dragons.
Torino of Scarlet Blood Castle, Wertz of Dragonheart City, Desalion of Golovin.
After three days and three nights of preparations, Loren finally successfully brought together the three parties, a total of 80,000 "Allied Forces" with high morale and brought them out of Imperial Capital. Advance to the siege camp of the Azores.
This is more difficult than it seems.
Not to mention the long-standing grievances between Sackland and Byrne, it is really rare to be unified and subordinate to a Duke of Byrne; but want to recruit and continuously provide the various materials needed by this 80,000 people , Arrived at the designated location on the densely foggy Zackland land, and there was no army and logistics team left behind...
Although it was possible to get the “buff from the foggy weather” in such a raid. ", but the problem is also not small; the extremely poor visibility of the fog allows soldiers to judge the marching route only by their colleagues in the front and rear rows, and the effects of flags and bugles are weakened to a minimum.
Fortunately, they were marching in the hinterland of the empire of Western Sakland, replaced by the big green sea of Poi or the mountainous area of the dwarven kingdom, and encountering such a foggy weather, I am afraid that it would have been all long ago. split up and in pieces.
Of course, because it is fighting outside the Imperial Capital city, all problems are actually not a problem, at worst withdrawing to the city across the board;
The redhead Dame next to him is the real The big problem.
"Still angry?"
Still indifferent or...in a tone that does not contain any emotions, riding a black steed, the fully armed Princess Zhang Feitlanai turned his head , Looked towards the black hair wizard with a gloomy expression.
In all fairness, Loren believes in the strength of the long Her Highness the Princess—to be the leader of the night watch and the person who was responsible for guarding and monitoring Brandon, impossible—but the identity of the other party is just It is decided that she must not be in any danger until she is a last resort.
Eckhardt II had only two children, Connold died, and Fitronay, the Princess Zhang in the Imperial Family branch, is the heir closest to the bloodline; once she and Brandon What in case...
Well, even Lena Desalion, who is still in Scarlet Castle, the woman who made Isaac make a change, will have a competition for the throne. Qualifications.
By that day, the empire is really going to die.
"I dare not, I'm just worried about your safety." Loren shook his head and showed a kind smile: "After all, with the current situation in the empire, if your safety is at any risk..."
"If I die on the battlefield, the imperial council will never find a second puppet that can check Brandon." Fettlowney said blankly.
"..."Loren Torino.
"And those people seem to start to hate me, probably because they realize that I am not as controllable as I look, so I can manipulate it?" It seemed that he didn't feel the embarrassment of the atmosphere at all, and Fitronay continued Whispered:
"I, who is disgusted by everyone and have no use value to anyone, is there a better choice than dying on the battlefield — or if this is the result, they probably I can still commemorate me hypocritically, and it is not necessarily a good thing to say a few words for me."
The black hair wizard was quite astonished.
"...I really didn't expect, you actually care so much about what others think of yourself."
"Do you care?" Feitlanai asked back, looking very deeply. Sharp: "If I really care...Loren Torino, you and I should be enemies now."
"I don't know if you are lying, but all I do is just do my best , Protect Imperial Capital and the Sky Palace."
Loren frowned slightly: "If this is the case, then you should..."
"Do you think that Imperial Capital is the only elite Will Legion pull on the battlefield and leave enough defenders to suppress the nobles of Imperial Capital?"
Fitlownai coldly interrupted: "If you really think so, then I will only I can think that you are still underestimating...No, you are too overestimating those assholes."
"So you left Imperial Capital and became my hands, uh..."
"Hostages, although I don't know whether this can make them somewhat dreaded." Fitronay made no secret: "In addition, with me, the Sackland Legion of 10,000 people can be more obedient to you. Order; with the Imperial Family present, they will at least not resist or escape."
"No matter from any angle, it is good for you...what's the problem?"
black hair wizard shook his head, no more, no problems.
Connold, Brandon, Lena...what's wrong with him, I have to have trouble with someone whose surname is Desalion?
I want them to change their minds, I'm afraid it will be 10,000 times more difficult than defeating Xiong Yingwang.
Tucking at the corner of his mouth, Loren waved his hand to Lucien behind him. The gray-eyed boy with a tight face all the way raised the battle flag in his hand to disperse the messenger cavalry waving the swallowtail flag.
A few minutes later, the marching army began to slowly stop and spread out on the spot.
"What are you doing?" There was a question on Fitronay's face: "There should be some distance from the camp of the Azores."
" That's right, but if we wait until we arrive before deploying the formation, the probability of being spotted will be greatly increased-no matter how thick the fog, it will not stop the footsteps of 80,000 people." Loren explained:
"So you have to take a little risk and start the front line before entering the battlefield; fortunately, you can do this in a hinterland like Golovin."
"The so-called war is to use everything to your advantage The conditions of the enemy are placed in unfavorable conditions for them, and the gambling can only be carried out when a stable win is ensured, or with great confidence." Loren sighed:
"The winner is because of The basis of victory is the choice of war; the loser is always eager to go to war with the enemy, and when he is desperate, he desperately pursues the miracle of the small possibility from the hard fight."
"Without any preparation, delusion Those who win by fighting for a while on the battlefield have lost from the very beginning."
The plain words made Fitronai fall into contemplation.
"You didn't come up with this sentence yourself, did you?"
"...Let's continue on our way, we will start war soon."
The expressionless black hair wizard points up ahead, and the outline of a hillside can already be faintly seen in the thick fog.
"Your tone, why does it sound like the other person is waiting for us?"
Fitlownet, who knew that the other person was changing the subject, did not easily let Loren's Intend.
But the black hair wizard just shrugged his shoulders, his expression was a bit meaningful:
"Who said no?"
…………………… ......
"The sky is already lit up, why don't you open it?"
Anson Zade frowned slightly behind the fairy Prince, with a trace hidden in his expression. Impatient: "I doubt your plan, but your highness... wait like this, this rare fog may already be..."
"My chief wizard, you really didn't play The patience of the game!"
Filing with the monocular telescope in his hand that was lost due to the thick fog, Rodria Azores glanced at the elf boy behind him a little helplessly:
"I can understand your mentality of wanting revenge, but...the more you are at this time, the more you can't be anxious."
"Don't forget that we are the dominant side now, why? I can’t wait to sink my heart as if I still owe them money, drink a glass of wine and eat something good, relax and learn to enjoy happiness."
"...yes."
Anson Zade, gritted his teeth, reluctantly said.
On the foggy high ground, the atmosphere of silence is very weird-it is clear that the battle is about to come, but it is very quiet, and I can't even feel the atmosphere of killing, as if it is no different from every ordinary morning.
Wait until the dense fog clears, and there are blue sky and clear water, Birds, Speech, Flowers, Fragrances; the fertile Sacrament land is full of flowers and grasses that are different from the homeland, but the same luxuriant flowers and grasses are full of vitality. The sight.
"We are singing loudly todayDrinking the aged fermentThe ping-pong of wine glassesWeeping beside relatives and friends...Dear sweetheartWe are going to SacramentSacland..."
The smiling little elven Prince even hummed a small tune, which made Anson Zade's mood even more weird.
Is this why I lost to Loren · Torino?
"It's foggy weather."
The little elven Prince suddenly put down the wine glass, opened the mouth and said, making Anson Zade suddenly came back to his senses.
"In such foggy weather, what advantage does the attacker have?"
"This..."
Although I know His Highness The Prince is mostly just to chat for himself, but the elves still have to pull yourself together:
"In a foggy weather, the vision of both parties will be greatly hindered. In other words, the defending general It is difficult to detect the appearance of the offensive side;"
"At the same time, because the vision is blocked, not only the accuracy of long-range projected weapons will be severely reduced, but it is also difficult to judge the accurate number of enemies, let alone Know where the enemy’s main offensive direction is."
"Even if the enemy retreats, he will not dare to act rashly because of fear of ambushes, giving the offensive party a very large initiative and advantage; It’s the same in the past. The attackers are also playing a gamble, but in the end it is more advantageous than the defenders."
"Therefore, there are heavy defenses for attacking in foggy weather, and strong fortresses are Excellent choice." The young wizard cautiously said:
"Proper use of environmental and climate changes can even use the weak to defeat the strong, defeating enemies that might otherwise be impossible to defeat."
"Especially the strong city like the imperial capital city, the most obvious-a long city wall is a long line of defense, enemies who have lost their vision can't do everything; only little by 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 vision is really good." Little Prince smiled very happily:
"Take advantage of the dense fog to launch a surprise attack and defeat a powerful enemy-it sounds wonderful, but all hopes of victory are placed in the abnormal weather changes... I don't want to say There is nothing wrong with this, but if you think so, most of them are guys who don’t believe they can win."
"even more how …If we can take advantage of such foggy weather, could it be that Loren Torino would Wouldn’t it—the imperial army should be more aware of the terrain and weather changes here than we do."
"You mean he will abandon the city wall of the Imperial Capital and fight us in the wild. ?!"
"Is it possible?"
The elf Prince asked rhetorically with a smile.
"Impossible...no, it's not impossible, but it's too..." Anson Zade felt his temples keep jumping, and he found that he couldn't keep up with Rodria's thoughts at all:
"No matter how you think about it, I think he did this, it's just like bringing about one's own destruction."
Abandon the strong city wall and unbreakable city defense facilities to attack and occupy high ground, Avenues and tidal flats, the Azorean Elf camp with Absolute Defense advantage, he didn't think Loren Torino had any chance of winning.
"Is it really a dead end?" The elf Prince tilted his head: "Some people are not saying that with this fog, the gap between offense and defense will be greatly affected. Shrinking?"
"Yes, but you just mentioned your highness, most of the people who pin their hopes of victory in the change of abnormal weather are those who don't believe that they can win. "
Anson Zade retorted: "Although I know very little about Loren Torino, this extremely cautious guy is definitely not a gambler who can stake all on one throw."
"But in other words...If he does this, it means he is really sure, not a temporary intention, right?"
"...You are still so good at letting No one else has anything to say, Your Highness."
"Because it is the case." The little elf Prince shrugged, and handed one of the two wine glasses he held to Anson Zade: "And I am really special Good at doing this."
"..." Anson Zade.
At the moment when the helpless elf boy took the wine glass from Prince's hand, a little vibration suddenly came from under his feet, shaking the wine glass in Prince's hand.
"pa!"
With a crisp sound, the fresh red Sacramento is splashed on the ground.
"His Royal Highness Rodria?!"
"I saw it!"
The excited elf Prince almost immediately picked up the telescope in his hand , Staring at a certain direction under the hillside-a moment ago, there was a dazzling golden red flashing there:
"I can't mistake that color, it's an empire...no, yes Loren · Torino’s alchemy bomb!"
Anson Zade on the side stared blankly at Little Prince’s right hand cut by the fragments of the wine glass, because he was holding the telescope too hard, and the blood had dripped onto the lens. superior.
After hesitating for a moment, he decided not to remind him.
"The red, white and black cross, the three-headed giant dragon iron crown, and the black-bottomed Golden Lion... Oh, this is to pull out all the elites in the Imperial Capital city in one breath, ready to raid the current formation and take it My head?!"
The elf Prince who raised his mouth, his smile gradually became ferocious:
"In that case, let’s try it out, let’s have a game, Loren · Torino......"
"See who can take the first step and cut off the other person's head!"