That night, Vicia summoned the generals to enter the palace again, and re-formulated the strategy to deal with the enemy.

Wen Lin was listening to their discussions in the small study, looking at the map from time to time to write something down. Before she knew it, when the people left, Wen Lin had already written a lot.

Hearing the sound of the study door being pushed open, Wen Lin didn't raise her head until she wrote the last stroke.

Vicia stood by the wall, staring at Wen Lin quietly, tracing her eyes, her nose, her lips... repeatedly, repeatedly, trying to make every part of her deep. Burned into the eye.

When Wen Lin put down the pen, Vicia stepped forward as if nothing had happened, and listened to Wen Lin adding every detail.

Vichy involuntarily fixed her gaze on Wen Lin's face. This is her lover, and every move is scattered with a confident and charming brilliance, like the endless sea, which is alluring.

It was another moonless night, and when everything was done, Wen Lin was startled that it would soon be dawn.

Beside her was the light fragrance belonging to Vicia, Wen Lin raised her eyes to look at her.

Vicia's eyelids were half-drooped, her eyes were a little sloppy, and there was a faint, but shocking sadness in her eyes.

"Your Majesty," Wen Lin whispered to her.

Suddenly returning to her senses, Visiah instantly recovered her emotions, with a smile on her face, and hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, it's too late, I'm a little tired."

It seemed that something was wrong, but when she saw the bloodshot in Vicia's eyes, Wen Lin suddenly slowed down, "Your Majesty, then rest."

"Okay, let's eat something first."

After looking at each other for only a brief moment, Vicia first moved her eyes away, her hands under her sleeves clenched suddenly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

It was still the dishes that the two of them liked to eat, but there were two more glasses of mellow wine on the table.

When she smelled the aroma of the wine, Wen Lin knew that it had been purified with a distillation apparatus, and the wine tasted more mellow and stronger.

Seeing that Wen Lin's eyes kept falling on the wine glass, her temples jumped suddenly, but she explained with a smile,

"Your Excellency, have a good rest today, and may wish to drink some wine to help you sleep."

Vicia is obviously far more tired than herself. Wen Lin nodded her head and sipped a few sips of wine with Vicia.

Wen Lin was easily drunk. Before she finished eating, her head felt a little dizzy, and her body was getting heavier and heavier uncontrollably.

She looked at Vicia, trying to say something, but she fell to one side uncontrollably as soon as she moved, Vicia caught her quickly.

As if something was wrong, Wen Lin found that she was getting drunk faster today.

Her vision was blurred, Wen Lin shook her head, trying to wake up, but was held down by Vicia.

A light kiss from the forehead to the chin was delicate and gentle, their breaths blended together, and their bodies pressed together.

Vicia's eyes were full of love. She adjusted Wen Lin's collar little by little, combed her messy long hair, and her meticulous movements showed restrained forbearance.

The uncontrollable water light fell quietly, Vicia smiled very ugly, she closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against Wen Lin's, she asked,

"Your Excellency, if Golan loses this war and I lose, what will you do?"

Her whole body was hot, and Wen Lin's consciousness became chaotic at the same time. She tried to touch Vicia's back, but she couldn't raise any strength, and she shook her hands in vain.

"Vishia, regardless of victory or defeat, life and death, I will always be with you."

The words were vague, but Vicia could hear them clearly.

When the breathing in her ears became long and gentle, Vicia dared to raise her head, and she was already in tears.

Staring at Wen Lin, who was leaning her head down in her arms, Vicia gently kissed her hair, tears silently flowing into her hair, she murmured,

"But Your Excellency, I don't need you to die with me."

Thick cloudy clouds rolled in outside the window, entwining the wind and bringing a dignified breath.

Wiping away all the water marks, Vicia walked outside the door, and after a while, Elbo walked in with Bach and Bam.

They helped Wen Lin up, and under the guidance of the maid, secretly exited the palace, and the others were picking up on the Liberty.

Taking advantage of the remaining thin night, they wanted to sail out of the port of Brenz before dawn. They didn't know why Queen Vicia was willing to let go of the little master, and why she told them about the approaching battle of the Holy Court, but obviously in the current situation. In this case, staying away from the Golan is the wisest choice.

The Holy Court is staring at him, and the status of the little master is no longer suitable for staying in the Golan at this time.

It was long after Elbo and his group had left, and when the sky was bright, Vicia walked in again. She walked to the entrance of the closed secret passage and stared intently.

Too many messy emotions were put together, and Vicia froze and stood for a long time.

She felt the gradually cooling heart, her whole body seemed to be entangled by a thin and tough net, and blood dripped with every movement.

When Mrs. Yaz came in to remind her, Vicia slowly walked back to the bedroom. She buried herself in the bedding, where the smell of Wen Lin still remained.

A day later, the war officially started.

When the news came back to Brenz, the people of the Golan were quickly plunged into panic and confusion, and they were still stuck in the stereotype of the Golan as a weak and small country.

But soon, news came out from the royal court that the queen herself swore to live and die with Golan.

This greatly boosted Golan's morale. When Visiah stood on the city wall with her crown and costume, she clearly realized that everything was different.

Even if it's only for nearly a year, Wen Lin has done everything to the extreme.

An army trained every day, a new look of the royal city, an abundant treasury, and a hoard of food that is enough to support a war...

Under the gazes from all directions, Vicia solemnly took out the king sword and swore,

"My brave soldiers, although I am just a weak and powerless woman, I have the heart of a king and the spirit of a Golan monarch. I will bathe in blood with you. It is not my intention to bring Golan into war. When foreign enemies invade, I am willing to take up arms and become the leader of the army, your military advisor, my body, my soul, and my will will all exist based on the glory of Golan."

"I am determined to fight with you on the battlefield to the moment of victory, based on our existing rules and creeds, based on the country behind us, based on the family behind us, based on the supreme glory in the danger of extinction, for my kingdom, my People, my glory and my blood."[1]

"Fight! Resist! Until the last moment of your life!"

Vicia's statement made everyone see her determination. Not only that, she released all the criminals and wooed the pirates in the Golan Sea. She urged every great lord to issue weapons and equipment to every territorial citizen. .

This is a war for all people.

Whether it is the new nobles or the old nobles, or even the detractors, their moods are so complicated that they lose their voices for a while.

A weak woman, their monarch, at this moment, they have to admit, she is a monarch who is no inferior to any male monarch.

Like men, she shoulders the responsibilities entrusted to her by the throne without fear and without flinching.

But facing the Sistine, one of the powerful nations, and the invincible Armada, they saw the consequences of this war with almost no suspense.

Golan was powerless to parry the behemoth Sistine.

After taking the oath, Vicia put on a silver armor with a cold glow, holding a sharp king sword, and appeared in front of the neat and solemn army.

Francis and William stood in front of Vicia's horse, and they bowed deeply in awe, "Your Majesty,"

"The royal city will be handed over to you," Vicia nodded and greeted them.

In order to ensure that the nobles were obedient, Vicia imprisoned their families first, and was guarded by Francis and William who were loyal to her.

Francis was originally the regent. As long as the nobles were in order, there would be no trouble in the royal city under his control.

Without a moment's pause, the army led by Visiah almost rushed to the east coast day and night.

As previously estimated, according to the course of the Sistine and Fasser fleets, they intend to land at the port of Dover, not far from Glasgow.

The size of the navy in the Golan is completely incomparable, and the configuration of the warships is incomparable.

Wen Lin's shipbuilding workshop provided several well-equipped warships, but it was obviously far from enough.

Golando is mainly small and brisk ships. Wen Lin mentioned this to Vicia when preparing for the battle. Small ships have less draught and run smoothly, and have high flexibility, which is very suitable for ambushes.

So the first thing Vicia did when she arrived at the front line was to select soldiers who had been trained in Wen Lin's tactics, and Eggus would take them to ambush.

At sea level, the sails are raised.

Maintaining an orderly queue, Golan's fleet quickly disappeared from Visia's sight.

A tent was set up on the coast, and Vicia reconfirmed the details of the battle almost constantly.

The waiting time was painful, but when she saw Eggers returning safely, Visiah's heart was finally able to let go, and the guerrilla ambush tactics were obviously feasible.

The next ambush continued step by step, but not every time was as smooth as the first time, and the enemy who was prepared was extremely vigilant.

In the early morning of the next day, the bonfires burned on the towering cliffs, the sea breeze whimpered, and the fleet with gradually clear outlines rolled in with an earth-shattering might.

The enemy's fleet almost filled the vast sea, and the provocative horn sounded for a long time in the entire sea area, like a long-lasting thunder, hitting the hearts of every Golan.

When the sky gets brighter, the battle flags clattering against each other in the wind and the armor shining with the color of steel can be seen in full view.

They were getting closer and closer, Eggers clenched the long in his hand. The gun, the blood surging with crazy fighting intent, screamed.

Field stood on the other side, and his eyes fell behind a dark gorge in the distance. This was destined to be an extremely difficult and grand war, but he was firm that everything Wen Lin did would bring about the final victory. .

Through the binoculars, Golan's generals recognized the commander of the Sistine's battle, Sindre, known as the "one-eyed".

One-eyed is usually a nickname for a pirate, and he has this honor entirely because of his brutal treatment of prisoners of war.

No one who has ever been defeated can escape in his hands, even the nobles of high status.

The Sistine generals were also observing the situation of Golan through the telescope. They were very surprised to find that the tight and orderly defense of Golan was obviously well prepared.

Seems to have known about their raid for a long time.

Thinking of the several unknown attacks last night, their faces suddenly became subtle, but this did not affect their mood at all.

"Everyone, we will capture the Golan once and for all for the Sistine. What a rare honor!"

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[1] Reference and modification from the Queen's Speech in "Queen Elizabeth"!

Saying that Saturday is Saturday!