The Sistine and Fassai fleets stopped at the mouth of the headland, and did not continue to attack, nor did they take a step back.

Vicia sat at the table and watched the latest battle situation presented. Taking advantage of the room to breathe, all the generals in Golan were counting casualties as quickly as possible and rearranging their armaments.

When the sky was about to dawn, Vicia forced herself to close her eyes and rest. She curled up on the collapse, praying in a low voice, her heartbeat became slower and heavier.

The next day, it was still a gloomy sky, and a majestic heavy rain suddenly came, and the boat and sail swayed and undulated on the sea where the waves were stacked.

Vicia was awakened in the drowsiness. She put on her cloak and walked out. Seeing the heavy rain, the sparse sense of powerlessness in her pupils surging.

The storm gave Golan more breathing time, but it made Wen Lin's trail more difficult to find.

The soldiers who were sent to search for Wen Lin changed batches of tea, but there was still no news.

There was a smell of fishy sweetness in her throat, and her sharp eyes trembled in the majestic rain. Vicia was lost for a moment, then she bent her lips, ready to visit the wounded soldiers.

The sewage stained the queen's skirt, and she didn't care as she passed by the water, her elegant demeanor as usual could not hide her fierceness at this moment.

As she leaned over to ask the wounded soldiers about their injuries, she stroked their shoulders with a soft, but undeniable strength, chanting blessings.

In any case, she must meticulously perform her duties as a monarch.

Judging from this battle, Wen Lin's courses were very effective, whether it was in military training or the popularization of medical knowledge.

Brunzi brought herbs to treat various injuries and diseases in advance, and medical officers from the church and the royal court all gathered on the front line at this time to treat the wounded soldiers with more effective and advanced healing methods.

Wen Lin wasn't there, but Vicia could find her traces everywhere.

After walking out of the tent, Vicia took a deep breath for a short while, staring at the letter eagle that shuttled between the sails, making a harsh whistle.

Vicia hurriedly retracted her gaze, and walked non-stop to the tent to discuss the next response with the general.

In yesterday's battle, more than half of Golan's soldiers were killed or wounded, and a considerable number of the remaining soldiers were recruited civilians.

Everyone knew that Golan was in a precarious position, and if the Sistine and Fasser coalition attacked again, it would be difficult for them to hold on to this line of defense.

The worst case is that Vicia leads the remaining troops to retreat to Glasgow. Once Glasgow continues to fall, it means the complete overthrow of Queen Vicia's regime.

"Your Majesty, the Sistine has not done anything so far. Maybe they may want to truce."

"The news just came that a war against the Sistine rule broke out last night on the northwestern border of the Sistine and Nyaland."

Vicia raised her eyebrows slightly, which seemed to give Golan a chance to turn around.

The Sistine is one of the most powerful empires on the Europa Road, with huge colonies and long sea passages, and it is not strong enough to defend.

The war on Nyaland is bound to disperse a considerable part of the Sistine's forces, and perhaps even more wars.

In the middle of the night, several Golan ships bypassed the fjord under the cover of darkness and landed at the port in the Netherlands at the fastest speed.

In a situation where the troops were obviously weak, Vicia's actions seemed to be extremely crazy.

Some generals who were unwilling to take risks sternly objected, and Vicia sat at the top condescendingly, and asked her in a usual commanding tone, "Your Excellency, can you win by holding on to the remaining power?"

No one could speak until Vicia stood up and walked out of the tent.

The queen's eyebrows are thin and long. When she frowns and looks at you, it is like a sharp thin blade scraping through the bone, leaving a burning pain oozing from the bone.

Using as bait, personally on the battlefield, and not inferior to the superb commander's tactics and foresight on the battlefield, completely subverted their impression of the queen.

Not only does she play with the desire for human rights, but she also has the courage and insight that is no less than anyone else's.

"She's obviously just a woman," someone sighed softly.

Soon someone answered, "Your Excellency, Wen Lin's guard is also a woman."

The words fell, and they fell into a comprehensible silence, witnessing the deep kiss between two remarkable women.

There is clearly a more intimate relationship hidden between them, and this is news that can easily cause an uproar.

The generals didn't even dare to say it, but when they looked at each other, they could understand the meaning in the eyes of other people, and they didn't know how many people witnessed the scene.

While many nobles were regretful, they were secretly glad that Wen Lin had disappeared, or rather died.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, with such a serious injury falling into the vast deep sea, the probability of surviving is almost impossible.

At this time, Vicia didn't have time to take care of the nobles' careful thoughts, and she came to the shore where the salvaged corpses were being placed.

The soldiers who were arranging watched in horror as Vicia came over, and was about to salute, when Vicia waved her hand and walked into the corpse.

The danger and cruelty of the battlefield are unimaginable, the white amputated limbs that were exposed to the blisters, the black and purple head that could not be seen in full shape, and the colorful internal organs scattered all over the place, forced Visiah's stomach for a while. twitch.

A scene of purgatory on earth, Vicia's lips trembled and she gritted her teeth.

She was not sure whether Wen Lin was lying here in an unrecognizable state at this time, and the deep guilt and self-blame grabbed all of Visia's mind.

Enduring the choked sobbing, Vicia tried her best to stop her back straight, and walked forward step by step, with a demeanor so that no one could see any abnormality.

Looking carefully at the pile of corpses, there was nothing familiar to Wen Lin.

Walking to the other side of no one, stepping on the fine sand on the shore and facing the sea, Vicia's straight spine seemed to be broken by someone, and bent down abruptly, she stretched out her hands to cover it tightly. Face, trying to restrain, tears still slide down the corners of his eyes.

Wen Lin said that she should wait for her to come back.

Vicia didn't know how to tell Wen Lin, even in the next one, two, five, ten years, as long as she could come back, as long as she could come back in her lifetime.

Trying to comfort myself, there is no trace, maybe it is good news.

The small ball left by Mrs. Gunneville in the records can travel through time and space, stop time, and can create so many miracles and holy relics, and it will definitely be able to take Wen Lin out of danger.

The sea breeze raised Vicia's blond hair, whimpering frantically all around, Vicia let the water marks on Feng's face dry.

Strongly braced, Vicia walked back silently, forcing herself to put down Wen Lin's affairs for the time being, and began to think carefully about the next deployment plan.

But every time the situation was urgent, Vicia would think of Wen Lin, thinking of that sentence,

"Your Excellency, then let us meet either in heaven or on the battlefield of victory."

She will win in the end, and Vicia's belief has never been stronger than it is now.

In the next two days of calm, Vicia made crazy decisions one by one.

She transferred all the remaining half of the elite troops to Nyaland, as well as the two countries, Iliha, who had a long-standing grievance with the Sistine, and successfully intensified their long-standing grievance with the Sistine.

As for the country in the Golan, Visiah conveyed the edict as quickly as possible, and solicited sailboats, fishing boats, tugboats, barges, and even fishing boats for other purposes as she wished.

They sailed to the battlefield from all over the place, and they all knew that it was for no reward, even to be destroyed, to die. 【1】

The number is astonishing, and a large area of ​​Wuyangyang even blocked the sight of the Sistine fleet.

This disturbed the ships of the Sistine and Fasai, and they were shocked by the ferocity of the soldiers of the Golan who fought to the death.

This weak, barren, and ignorant country does not want to be as vulnerable as imagined.

On the third day, the Holy See's ship was late, and Bishop Gru and General Rayleigh were sent to sit in the town.

Contrary to what everyone expected, the first thing they did when they came to the battlefield was to ask about the current battle situation, but to rush to the darkened cell to see the dying woman.

The terrifying power she displayed greatly shocked the soldiers of Sistine and Fasai, who chained heavy chains to Wen Lin's limbs, neck and waist.

Gru approached eagerly, looking at the woman lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, he impatiently brushed away the dirty and messy hair on Wen Lin's face. light.

General Rayleigh watched Bishop Gru pacing back and forth in the dark and narrow cell, and repeated in a low voice, "It's her, it's her,"

He asked suspiciously, "Sir Bishop, do you know the origin of this woman?"

When the situation of the battle was reported back to Madrid, no one believed the situation described in the letter. The Pope was furious and was about to ask the army to ask for the guilt.

Rayleigh did not know what was written in the letter, but only knew that after the Pope read the letter, he immediately sent Bishop Gru to come with him, and never asked about the crime.

But Bishop Gru didn't say anything. He just asked people to quickly prepare the execution room. After entering the execution room with the personal servant sent by the Pope, they did not come out until noon the next day.

Rayleigh glanced into the execution room from the corner of his eye, and saw that the woman was covered with large and small iron burn marks, the nails on both hands and feet seemed to be pulled out, and the bones of the entire arm of the right hand seemed to be smashed. It was smashed, the rotten flesh hung on the cross, and there were several sword wounds that penetrated from the neck to the deep bone in the abdomen.

The faint charcoal fire illuminated the mottled and terrifying bloodstains in the torture chamber, and the dying woman looked like she was about to lose her breath.

Bishop Gru walked out with a gloomy face, and said to the Pope's attendant frantically,

"Is the holy thing really on her? If it is, why hasn't she used it to save herself."

"Wait, no one is willing to die."

Wen Lin's condition was already very bad. She felt that her body seemed to have reached its limit, and that there was no part of her body that didn't hurt.

She opened her eyes slightly, not knowing whether it was sweat or blood rolling down her eyes, blurred.

At first, the severe pain would make Wen Lin twitch and twitch, and now the pain is almost numb.

As soon as she opened her mouth, a steady stream of blood poured out from Wen Lin's mouth, accompanied by a lot of minced meat, she tried to raise her head, but found that this simple action could not be completed.

A dark sense of powerlessness enveloped Wen Lin. She tried her best to regain her sanity, but she couldn't resist the growing sense of weightlessness. Her soul seemed to be stripped from her body, and she fainted completely.

During this period of deep sleep, Wen Lin seemed to hear someone roaring angrily in her ear. Her body seemed to be split into countless pieces, and then gradually cooled down.

"Save her for me! She can't die, and we haven't found what we want yet!"

"..."

Bishop Gru gaily drew his sword and stabbed the medical officer to death. He stared at Wen Lin's slowly cooling body.

Her pupils gradually dilated, and her skin became as pale as a dead person.

After venting his hysteria, Bishop Gru reluctantly accepted the fact that Wen Lin might not have the relic, and he moved his gaze to the Golan camp on the opposite bank, perhaps the relic was there.

Immediately refreshed, Bishop Gru immediately wrote back to Queen Golan and agreed to her request to see Wen Lin.

The moment she learned that Wen Lin was still alive, the uncontrollable ecstasy stirred in Visia's blood, spread to her whole body, and then penetrated into her breath.

The two countries agreed that Visiah would meet in the center of the front, which was a rare sunny day.

Vihia sailed the ship to the center early, but as the picture on the Sistine ship became clearer, Vihia only felt that her consciousness and reason, body and soul, all became shattered and burnt in an instant. Pain, despair, suffocation, hysteria.

Her lover was hung high on a huge cross, with thick and long iron nails piercing her wrists and ankles.

Everywhere on her body was covered with wounds that rolled with flesh and blood...

Her chest doesn't seem to be heaving anymore...

Vicia was careful, panting in vain, she couldn't say a word, the burning pain of the flames licked in her throat, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Under the gaze of the enemy, Vicia used all her strength to endure.

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[1] Learn from Churchill's "dynamo plan" in the Dunkirk evacuation