Chapter 105 on gambling (below)

In the distance, the black sand Dagong Chaman Rumba was fully armed and riding.

He is under the support of countless steps riding the army, looking coldly.

Under the shouting of the shouting, the flags of the two stars in the distance began to shake under the siege of six brigades and more than two thousand Exeter light infantry.

Lord Lombard touched the sword at the waist.

That is the sword that he killed his brother in the duel. He has never left for more than a decade.

"Begin," Earl Lewan, behind him, whispered: "They will break out and evacuate to the fortress. We just have to wait for Susley to send the troops."

His most trusted strategist, Viscount Canbida also nodded:

"The light cavalry and the horse-riding infantry on both sides of the battlefield are ready. Any force from the fortress will help us quickly."

"The Cavaliers and the Three Hundreds of Cavalry have already unloaded half of the load and can charge at a faster rate... Even if the three thousand people in the fortress are all hands-on, we can at least defeat their striker in the first place. - If they are not withdrawn within five minutes."

"Five hundred heavy sword infantry, and eight hundred heavy knife axe are on standby, they can follow up..."

"Bow picks, magic guns, and the remaining ordinary recruits can also attack."

"When they start breaking out, we can move forward in time, and the heavy infants can go first."

The serious face of Chaman Rumba raised his hand at this time and stopped Camby’s report:

"No, let everyone be steady, stand by, and no one is allowed to get close to the battlefield."

"Let the light infantry continue to fight."

"We have to give the fortress some time to consider: whether or not to send troops to rescue."

Lord Tulleha on the side of the Lombard, heard a face:

"If they break out in the direction of the fortress, we'd better let the main force properly follow up," he said, familiar with the war. "If the distance is too far, even if our cavalry dragged the troops from Susere, The heavy infantry can't keep up, and the public opinion eliminates the opponents - with her ability, she can completely regain their prince."

"Whether it is a downswing or a field consumption, our plans are meaningless."

Rumba looked at the distant battle and shook his head gently.

"Sassere is a cautious person," said Rumba, who looked at the Broken Dragon Fortress in the distance and slowly said: "To lure her into the army, she must risk giving her some hope: without the soldiers, their prince will Destroyed on the battlefield; sent troops, maybe half of them hope to get back to the prince."

"And as the prince breaks out and gets closer and closer to the fortress, the latter's hopes will grow bigger and bigger..."

"Even if you are cautious and rational, such as Sonya Susere, you will be unshakable when you see that your hopes are getting bigger and bigger and your success is getting higher and higher."

In the eyes of Rumba, there is an unprecedented desire to challenge, focusing on the Star Cross double star flag of Broken Dragon Fortress.

"Now look at our old rivals, the choice of the flower of the fortress."

"Sonya Susere."

"You sent troops to help, save their only prince, or look at the heirs of the stars, and they are not in the battlefield?"

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"What's going on!" Sonya stood on the high fortress wall, looking at the melee on the plains in the distance, biting her teeth and slamming on the wall of the Broken Dragon Fortress: "Lombard wants to be here." Openly killing His Royal Highness?"

"The siege of the prince is only a light infantryman with more than 2,300 people. There is an angry guard, and they may be able to stand for a while."

"But the number is too wide after all." Miranda observed the enemy's situation in the plains and frowned: "The other main forces of Lombard are in a very distant position. If Baron Mu can take a prince break, at least retrace a distance. We should have time to send the receiving troops and tear open the encirclement of the light infantry to pick up the prince."

She turned her head and said to Sonya: "I can attack, and I need a thousand people, including the elite like the Star Guard, which can break the enemy."

"The Star Guards can come out, the opponents are just light infantry, just break through the blockade to save the temple..."

"No!" Sonya looked angrily at the battlefield, and said: "The prince's mission is not his focus..."

"Send our only shoucheng elite to rescue the prince... this is what Lombard wants!"

"I can guarantee that his cavalry is ready to intercept our troops at all costs, even if they don't count the death and injury, they will attack the gate of the fortress and then press it heavily..."

"At least we can eliminate our receiving troops..."

"If it is the former, the fortress will be in danger of falling. If it is the latter, it will also greatly consume the strength of the fortress and pave the way for the siege."

Sonya squeezed her fists: "We never do what the enemy thinks."

Miranda browed and stood silent for a while.

The killing sound in the distance continues.

"But that is the second prince, and the only heir to the stars," Miranda thought for a moment, silently saying: "If the fortress does not send troops, then he is likely to be overwhelmed in the battle, kneel over there."

Sonya gritted her teeth and closed her eyes and sighed a long breath: "This is the purpose of Lombard. He is waiting for my choice: the security of the fortress and the prince, military or politics. He wants me to choose one."

"This is a trap that I can't understand."

"Lumba could have made it impossible to take down the fortress. It was hard to find a chance for him... Rumba’s guts are beyond imagination!"

Miranda clenched the sword at the waist and looked up: "Maybe with the ability of Baron Mu, when the breakout, can the prince be brought further, closer to us, even to the cover of the fortress?"

"We tried as fast as possible, and safely put the prince before their follow-up troops came..."

"Be careful!" Sonya blinked sharply, her eyes full of caution: "Lombard wants us to think like this - the fortress is our greatest reliance. He does not know how much I long for our troops to step out of the fortress and then fall into his In the field rhythm."

"All he did was to successfully win the Broken Dragon Fortress at the lowest price!"

Miranda said: "But does he really dare to make a bet on the charge of killing the Prince of Stars?"

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"What if the Star Prince really died in the battlefield?" Lord Tulleha looked at the battle in the distance and hesitated: "Whatever is possible on the battlefield."

"Let's see if the goddess of the sunset protects us, and how Sonya Susere's loyalty to the royal family," said the rumor of the Lombard: "This gamble won, we opened the door to the stars. If you lose, oh..."

He didn't talk anymore.

"The prince's life and death, I am afraid it is not a matter of luck, but our choice." Viscount Canbida meditated:

"If Sussell refuses to send troops, he would rather watch their princes annihilate and stick to the fortress... Do we really kill the prince's mission?"

"Not necessarily," Earl Lewan shook his head. "We sent only light recruiting infantry. In the current situation, the stars can hold on for at least a quarter of an hour... If it is, then we will blow the number again. Not too late."

"And then the prince was invited to come in and tell him everything he had, including so many dead people are misunderstandings?" Tulleha frowned.

Their grandfather brought up the reins and made a few steps forward to make the situation in the distance clearer.

"If Sussell is still unable to shrink," Rumba’s face looked at the huge fortress indifferently: "That doesn't matter."

"It was really that time," said the ambassador of Lombard, tightening his sword belt around his waist and sucking in a breath of cold winter: "We will kill everyone in the group, leaving only the seven-year-old devil."

"then……"

"Everyone in the fortress will see how we stripped their only prince, stripped the light on the flagpole, and then held their heirs, attacking the fortress... See how the morale of the stars can withstand the test."

"Of course, no matter whether it succeeds or not, the poor little devil will survive and be sent to Longyan City afterwards to show our respect and loyalty to King Nunn. I will not get the blood of the royal family. At the beginning of the Age of Empires, the blood of that family was full of curses and misfortunes."

"In this case, as long as he does not die, the stars will only look at the shame that the prince left for them, not the hatred that the Lombard family has with them."

Tulleha heard the words and could not help but frown deeply:

"He is just a seven-year-old child."

The unspeakable Lumba was silent for a moment.

When he was a child, the scene of his brother’s fight flashed through his heart.

But others don't know what he is thinking.

The next moment, Chaman Rumba raised his eyes:

"He is a prince."

"A prince is born, there can be no "child" stage."

"This is their privilege and their price."

Tulleha looked at the Grand Duke of Lombard and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he still sighed.

Only the vista of Cambyda frowned:

"The child will hate you, and he will be crowned as king in the future..."

But he was interrupted by the Grand Duke.

"He will be afraid of me!" Lombard said:

"Even if he becomes the king of stars, wearing a nine-star crown, holding a star of the stars..."

"I will also let him keep in mind today - the most shameful, scary and scary day in his life!"

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"Boom!"

Jenard held a heavy hammer with a shield, and the tremendous strength made him unable to stand up.

But the veteran cleverly took advantage of the sword, cut open the other's kneecap, and then his life when the other fell to the ground.

But Jenard was immediately smothered by a sword stabbed in the left shoulder blade. He endured pain and trembled and retreated to the second row.

However, the soldier who was made up was obviously inexperienced. As soon as he got on, he was stabbed in the thigh by a sword.

Jenard had to grit his teeth and squat, squatting on the enemy's sword and letting the injured robes return.

The veteran felt that the frequency of the offensives of Exeter's light infantry began to fall.

It seems that the moment of breakout is here.

Jainard sighed at this time.

On the battlefield, the first to die are the poorly crafted recruits, and the surviving veterans are savvy and powerful steel.

The next one is hard.

"So, the key to the battlefield is Susere's choice," the center of the battle, Tyres gasping, against the slightly nodding Putility and a **** Arakau:

"And no matter how she chooses, Rumba should have its own strategy: capture the fortress, weaken the force, or humiliately capture me as a bargaining chip."

"How she chooses, we are all in trouble," Putilie frowned. "The light infantry of Lombard is enough to make us burnt - the soldiers can't stand too long."

"If you have any thoughts," Arak looked at the subordinates who were surrounded by dead and wounded, and his anger was already extreme. He sneered: "It is best to smash us all into pieces before the Exeters hang them up. Just say it."

Tyres didn't care about Arak's disrespect. He looked up and slammed into the iron fist flag of the Rumba family not far away.

He exhaled and said slowly: "Sonya's choice is a dilemma anyway."

"So it is impossible for her to make a choice."

Tyres’s eyes were cold, and he raised his fists in the different looks of Putile and Arak.

"Only by us, choose for Lord Satherley."

"To eliminate her hesitation and hesitation."

"Prepare to break through." The second prince was cold and cold.

Puttila has a slight glimpse.

Arakka pouted his lips.

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"It seems that they are going to break through." Miranda looked at the distant battle and hesitated: "I really don't send troops to rescue?"

"Even if they really stand out, getting closer and closer to the fortress?"

Sonya closed her eyes in pain.

No.

Guardian is my biggest duty.

I have failed once... This time I can’t...

"No." Sonya bit her head and lowered her hands to the wall. It was difficult to say: "It is impossible to rescue them with only a small number of troops. If it is elite, it will be in the middle of Lombard."

"Keep our fortress... Don't give him even a chance."

"Look over there, I will face it."

Miranda is silent, and the wall is quiet for a long while.

But the silence was quickly broken.

The killing sound in the distance came again.

"Sir!"

Miranda was shocked to see the chaotic battlefield in the distance: "They started to break out!"

"But it's weird..."

Miranda’s face is full of incredible looks.

Ok?

Sonya opened her eyes in confusion.

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"Adult!" Tuleha anxiously came from afar: "The news from the light ride!"

"They started to break out!"

Grandpa of Lombard opened his eyes and looked at the flags of the two stars.

“Very good,” he said. “Now we are waiting for Susere...”

and many more.

Rumba narrowed his eyes.

The flutter of the flag...

Not quite right.

He immediately found out that it was not right.

No way.

Rumba’s big eyes widened and opened his mouth in surprise: “Is it...”

"Yes, adults, our plans must be corrected immediately!" Tulleha nervously loudly:

"And according to the return of the light ride, there is more than one accident!"

Rumba suppressed the annoyance in his heart and cast a look at the eyes of Tulleha.

Tulleha immediately bit his teeth: "There is still one person with the prince."

Lord Lombard frowned and looked at Tulha’s words that made the surrounding vassals look abrupt:

"It's him!"

"It's that guy!"

"With that bow!"

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Arak was cold-faced and tied Tyres tightly to his back, clinging to his silver-black metal bow.

“Is it safe to stay behind this guy?” Eda asked angrily: “I always feel that I am unemployed.”

Taylors smiled at her: "Just take a vacation... even if the author has a break."

"This is very risky, it means that we are also gambling," Putilai worried about: "Bet the enemy's choice."

Tyres took a deep breath and smiled at Putille:

"Yeah, this is my bet on Lombard."

"It's a game of 'You dare not dare'."

"Little prince, I will ask the last time," looked at the first row of the Guards of the Guards, and the death of the soldiers was almost the same. Arak was suppressing the anger of his heart, and he whispered, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"This is the only way." Taylors smiled bitterly.

Arakah did not speak.

"And whether you are really rumored to be as powerful as it is," Tyres gritted his teeth on Arak's back and adjusted his abdomen with a big bow, revealing a stubborn smile: "Please show me."

Arak is still speechless.

Tyres closed his eyes gently, then opened his eyes firmly, his eyes sharp:

"The most powerful warrior in the Star Kingdom..."

"Araku Mu."

He snorted and screamed out the names of the stars that were known to women and children:

"The wrath of the kingdom."

At the moment of saying this, people in the dilemma look awkward, as if the atmosphere around them is different.

In the next second, Araka turned his head and sneered at Tyres:

"A long time ago, in a desperate situation, a comet told me..."

Tyres can't help but see.

Arak pulled up the sword on both sides of the ground, took out a sword flower, and stepped forward.

Putilai, Wyah and Rolf, or their faces, are determined to be behind them or worried.

Arak strode on the stables and looked fierce.

Edda is agilely attached to them.

Arak continues to chill:

"He says……"

"Since it can't go back."

“Why don’t you go all out?”

Taylor did not respond for a moment.

The next moment, Arak Mu, the man known as the wrath of the kingdom, marched fiercely and crossed his guard.

"Rage Guard, impact formation!"

The sword of the wrath of the kingdom points to the high-flying iron fist flag in the distance, and screams:

"Target - North!"

"Let's go to Lombard!"

(End of this chapter)