Succubus' Manor

As the weather became colder, Chi Yan learned from Just that the Queen's uncle, Benson Joels, sent people to his territory and summoned [-] soldiers.

Leaving aside how much water is in the [-], at least it proves that the Queen persuaded him, no matter what the price is, as long as his soldiers come, they can keep the Queen's power and status.

But Chi Yan would never let those soldiers reach the holy city easily, and even if they did, they would have to reduce their combat power greatly.

At the same time, Flando's soldiers had to attack the holy city as soon as possible.

Chi Yan asked Kleist to take the demons directly to stop Benson's soldiers.

If his predictions are correct, Flando should be planning how to attack the Holy City right now—if he doesn’t fight, he’s out of his mind.

In the past, when the two countries went to war, conflicts broke out at the border first, and the price to be paid was greater when advancing from the outside to the inside. Every city and checkpoint on the road meant that more lives had to be paid.

But the Holy Court opened up another way for Frando. Frando's soldiers are not far from the Holy Court now. When the time comes, Frando's soldiers will cooperate with each other, and the difficulty will be reduced by several levels in an instant.

For Flando, this is the best opportunity.

If they didn't even grasp this opportunity, Chi Yan wouldn't know what to say.

Now Chi Yan just needs to wait patiently. When Flando's soldiers moved, he cut off the food supply of the holy city again.

Although the several checkpoints outside the city are now filled with the queen's soldiers, the merchants still obey Chi Yan's words - after all, Chi Yan is rich and powerful, and their goods don't need to take time and manpower to transport, and Chi Yan's people can come and drag them away. It is still higher than their psychological price, how could it not be sold?

But this is only for food.

Not only were there no objections, but some handicraft and meat merchants regretted it. If they had known that Chi Yan would also receive grain this year, they would have sold the grain directly.

Selling handicrafts and meat can be sold, but there is definitely no food to worry about, and you can earn more.

With the experience of last year, many businessmen who benefited from it gloated, thinking that they still had the foresight.

A steady stream of food flowed into Chi Yan's hands. Some of the food was used as military rations, some were put in relief centers, and some were handed over to Wright.

Now almost all the poor people in the holy city stand by Chi Yan's side. If they want to protect their own interests, they must protect Chi Yan.

Only when the interests of both parties are fully bound can a united front be established.

It's not that Chi Yan doesn't believe in human nature, it's just that he doesn't want to test it.

When he was studying, there were still intrigues among the students, and bad things were said behind the backs of the relatives to poke the spine, and everything he said was false based on feelings alone.

Even lovers are often not the same thing.

Since he had already paid so much in the early stage, he couldn't give them a chance to stab him backhand.

However, the poor in this period have little power, and at most they can give Chi Yan a little "people's support."

After all, even in modern times and modern history, the working class was united first, and the peasants changed their policies later.

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Compared with the temporary calm of the Holy City, Ferlando's soldiers obviously couldn't bear it any longer. They hadn't finished their food, but they couldn't eat it all at once. After all, there were so many people eating with their stomachs open. The rations in the army will not last long, and some of them will be left behind to serve as rations for the war. The general received several letters from the king urging him to go to war.

The general insisted on dragging until now, and he really couldn't continue to drag on. If he dragged on, he was worried that the king would not allow them to return to Flando.

His family was still in Flando, and even if he abandoned his family cruelly, his soldiers were not so cruel.

The reason why a home is a home is that in addition to the people in the family, there is also the land of the hometown, the plants and trees of the hometown.

"General?" Xiaobing was washing the general's underwear. As the general's personal soldier, he had a lot of things to do.

Underwear can’t be dried after washing. In this weather, it will be ice lumps when hanging out. You can only wring it out and dry it indoors slowly.

The general sat on the chair and sighed: "Your Majesty is urging me again."

Xiao Bing also had nothing to say, he held back for a long time, and only said: "General, we must fight over before the end of winter."

They can't communicate without calling.

And Xiao Bing also felt that their general was too timid. This kind of character is cautious if it sounds good, but timid if it sounds bad.

They had already come here, and from the moment they came out, they had no way out, they had to fight or flee, they had to choose a path, but the general dared neither to escape nor to run.

Thanks to his good surname, he was born a nobleman, otherwise, according to his ability, he would not be able to be a general in his next life.

Fate sometimes favors fools.

The soldier sighed quietly.

But they really couldn't wait any longer.

The general suffered from insomnia for two days. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the top of his head every night. He had a splitting headache, but he just couldn't sleep.

His mother held the military power, and he lived under his mother's iron and blood education since he was a child. He had to learn to hold a weapon since he could walk. He was thrown into the soldiers by his mother at the age of ten, and he ate and lived with the soldiers.

But even so, when the mother died, she still didn't want him to take over.

It's just that besides him, the mother has no other children.

At that time, he was still not convinced, and he didn't feel that he was inferior to anyone. Now he understands that his mother is not wrong.

It's him... who can't bear such a heavy burden.

He may be a good soldier, but not a good general.

He always hopes to arrange everything well, and he wants to go another way if there is any risk.

In the end, neither path worked.

Some time ago, he always had nightmares, dreaming that his mother was standing in the wind and sand, holding an epee in her hand, beating him to the ground again and again, and he cried and asked: "Mother! Why don't you believe me! I am your child!"

The mother just pursed her lips and looked at him with pitiful and sad eyes.

"Bud, you never understand that we are just a knife to His Majesty."

"If this knife doesn't have the ability to kill and win battles, we are not even as good as the stones on the roadside."

"Other nobles have their own territories, but we don't. We can only rely on His Majesty."

His mother looked down at him. His mother was not a beautiful woman. She lived in the wind and sand for most of her life, her hands were covered with calluses, and the skin on her face was chapped by the wind. Because she only used the heavy sword, Her arms were stronger than the man's, but her spine couldn't be straight anymore. She just said: "Bud, if one day you die on the battlefield, don't be afraid, mom will be waiting for you."

Later, the mother died.

During the days when his mother died, he should eat and drink, and he didn't even cry at his mother's funeral.

He has never had a sense of reality about his mother's death.

After all, from childhood to adulthood, he felt that his mother was omnipotent, she was strong and strict, and the soldiers in her hands obeyed her orders.

He didn't dare to expect to be like his mother, he only wanted to be one of them.

Only now, he finally understands what his mother said, but he has no turning back.

Bude suddenly choked up. He covered his face and wept silently in the dark night. Why is he not like his mother?

If he was like his mother, he must now know what he was going to do and how he was going to do it.

Bude suffered another night of insomnia, and he only fell asleep for a short time when it was almost dawn. When he woke up, he asked his subordinates to go to the roll call, organize the food and grass, and it was time for them to set off.

The subordinates also knew that the king had urged him several times, but they couldn't say anything about staying here.

You can only go down and let the soldiers get ready.

When the food is ready and the soldiers are ready, they embark on the real journey, but they have no ambitions in their hearts, only anxiety.

Although the king promised that there would be backup, they are now in a foreign country, in the belly of the enemy country, and if something happens, they will be the ones to be besieged.

Bude was riding on horseback. He was shivering from the cold with a cloak made of animal skins on. He was wearing pointed boots. He turned his head to look at the soldiers following him.

The cavalry is fine, but the infantry behind the cavalry can only keep their heads down, bow their waists, and walk forward against the cold wind.

The road to the Holy City was difficult, but because it was deep winter, they did not encounter any obstacles along the way. The lords of the nearby cities would not let the guards patrol outside the city every day. After dark, they would rest on the spot and huddle together for warmth. They couldn't sleep well or eat well. They didn't even dare to talk when they were on the road, lest they would drink the cold wind into their stomachs when they opened their mouths.

If they were hungry or thirsty on the way, they would eat a few mouthfuls of snow. Some people suffered from frostbite. More than a dozen people with poor health died on the way, but no one had time to bury them. They all dug a hole in the snow. , and then buried with snow.

But everyone knew in their hearts that they were buried in the snow, and as soon as they left, wild beasts would dig out their bodies and eat them.

Bude didn't have time to care about these trivial matters, his mind was full of how to fight the holy city.

He has a map of the Holy City - given to him by the Holy Court. He also has a good memory. Even if he doesn't open the map to read it, he can still remember the surrounding environment and know where it is safest to attack.

Where the defense is weakest.

There are a total of six checkpoints in the holy city, and only one checkpoint is the weakest in defense, because the city gate there is the smallest and cannot accommodate large vehicles.

But although the defense there is weak, there is also an advantage, that is, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and ten people can do the work of a hundred people.

After thinking about it, Budesi was still planning to attack from another city gate.

It is the second weakest city gate.

After making up his mind, Bude led his people towards the destination.

He remembered what his mother said:

"Bud, remember, no matter how scared you are, you have to endure it and not show it."

"Otherwise you don't have to wait for the enemy to fight back, you've already lost."

He is the son of Flando's famous Goddess of War, and he should be like his mother, never losing a single battle in his life.

Bud looked up at the white sky.

Mother will protect him, right?

Bud clamped his legs between the horse's belly, and the horse picked up speed.

Ahead is the holy city.

It is the most important hurdle in his life.