A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"What? Are you going to lead troops in pursuit?"

Hearing the news that Till had escaped from the siege and Garlan planned to lead the guards to pursue it, Kareni rushed to stop it.

"No, it's too dangerous!"

With a straight face, he looked sternly at the young man in front of him.

During this time, the wrinkles on his forehead have hardly disappeared.

Especially when facing Garlan, he always wrinkled deeply.

"I disagree!"

Kareni flatly vetoed it.

Although Tyr left the army and fled, Gastard's army has been defeated, but the opponent still has 10,000+ troops after all, and it will be difficult to solve it for a while.

He said: "The army is encircling. As the commander of the army, how can you leave without authorization?"

Carleni thought he had found a good reason to persuade Garlan, but at this moment, the usually peaceful boy was confronting him.

"Kalleni, you are the commander-in-chief of the army. The entire army is under your command. My departure will not have any impact."

Garlan looked at Kareni and said.

He looks calm, but because of that, it makes people feel uneasy.

Kareni clearly saw the blizzard raging deep in the golden pupil under the boy's so-called calm expression.

It's not that he can't understand Garlan's mood.

but……

The old man still shook his head.

"No," he said, "it's too dangerous, I don't agree."

Most of the troops of the army must be used to encircle and completely defeat the Gastard army, and there are not many troops that can be sent out to pursue.

He must sit here and command the army.

Cayjos was leading his troops to attack the abandoned Gasdard cavalry, and it was impossible to leave the field.

The Tasdars and Elson female warriors intercepted the multinational mixed army far away.

Other generals also have their own tasks on the battlefield.

There is only a lion who can accompany the crown prince to chase, and Xinyas, who is brute but not very good at thinking, really makes Kareni feel at ease.

After all, Kareni, the terrible and powerful prince of Tyre, had a deep understanding.

Even if the beast is injured and escapes, it is still an extremely ferocious existence.

If you are not careful, the hunter who goes after him will be bitten or even killed by this wild beast that has become more and more crazy because of the injury.

Regardless of offending, Kareni directly opened his mouth to teach Garlan a lesson.

"Your Highness Garlan, don't forget that you are the crown prince. If you have an emergency, you will make Aaron Landis, who has finally turned the corner, fall into shock again."

He sternly reprimanded,

"Please don't do such willful things again, you—"

Halfway through the speech, Carleni suddenly felt something was wrong.

He frowned, feeling as if he had said something wrong.

'Again'?

It doesn't seem right.

He thought in a daze.

In retrospect, the crown prince never seems to be willful.

So, where's the 'again'?

Carleni's heart suddenly moved, and he looked down at Garlan.

Prince Garlan.

Crown Prince of Aaron Landis.

After King Kamos died in battle, he shouldered his responsibilities as the crown prince.

The composure and calmness he showed almost made Kareni forget that not long ago, this boy was just a little prince who was loved and cared so much that he couldn't even look at him...

The old man looked at the stubborn young man in front of him with some childlike brows and eyes, and for some reason, his chest suddenly tightened.

Since the death of the king, this child who is not even an adult...has never acted willfully.

And now, the child finally became willful for once.

Desperate, even ignoring their own responsibilities.

He should have reprimanded him, should have reprimanded him severely.

Kareni thought.

However, seeing the boy pursed his lips and looked at him stubbornly, he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

The light of the flames reddened the old man's gray temples.

After a long silence, he spoke in a tone without any ups and downs.

"Your Highness Garlan, as the commander-in-chief of the army, I do not agree with your request to pursue Prince Tyre."

Kareni's words made Garlan tightly grip the rein in his hand.

"I……"

As soon as he spoke, Kareni suddenly changed the subject and interrupted him.

"However, although I am the commander-in-chief, I am only your subordinate after all, and I have no right to disobey you as the crown prince."

Garlan was startled, and then his eyes lit up instantly.

Carleni continued: "Even if I disagree, I must obey the order of the crown prince."

After speaking, he bowed his head on the horseback and saluted, riding the horse out of the way.

"Carleni..."

"Your Highness Garlan, I think that compared to Tyre's head, your safety is what King Kamos, who has ascended to the Kingdom of God, cares most about."

The old man still bowed his head deeply.

"So, no matter what the result is, please return safely."

he sighed,

"To comfort my king's heroic spirit in the Kingdom of God."

The golden pupils moved slightly, Garlan didn't say anything, just nodded lightly.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he took the lead and galloped away from the camp.

The black and red Aaron Landis cavalry followed behind their crown prince, roaring and rushing forward.

Carleni looked up and looked at the cavalry army rushing towards the long night.

he thinks.

He is old after all.

My heart is not hard enough...

……

………………

Tire led his elite cavalry to break through the encirclement and galloped quickly towards the border of Karnal.

It rained all the way, and when Aaron Landis arrived in spring, it was always drizzle.

Although the rain was not heavy, it was falling in a patter, making the clothes on his body always damp, and it was uncomfortable to stick to the skin, which made people more irritable.

But during this escape, Tire didn't care about such small things.

Aaron Landis' cavalry seemed to be in hot pursuit of him.

Although there was still some distance to catch up, and he didn't know who the general who led his troops to pursue him was, but he didn't want to get entangled with him.

If you get into a fight with this army at this time, it will be difficult to get away.

He is very calm.

Here is very close to the border of Kanal, and he will be able to cross the border and enter Kanal in less than a day or two at most.

Although the royal city of Kanal has been breached, Gastad has not yet become king in the city. That is to say, Kanal is still the kingdom of Kanal and has not yet been incorporated into Gasta Germany.According to the customary agreement between mainland countries, without the permission of the Kanal royal family, Aaron Landis's army cannot cross the border and enter Kanal at will.

Even if the Aaron Landis were ruthless and tried to break the convention and pursued him, Tire wasn't worried.

The Garstad army he stayed in the Kanal King City had already received his message, and was rushing to the border to pick him up day and night, and it was estimated that it would arrive within a day or two.

In other words, as long as he fled into Kanal, he would be safe.

Although it was noon, the sky was always overcast, and fine raindrops fell from the gray sky, soaking the fresh green grass.

Sitting on the rain-wet rock, Till quietly ate the cold dry food in his hands.

The slightly damp silver-white hair was scattered on his snow-white cheeks, and the tips of the hair were attached to the skin.

The white armor was stained with blood and stains, and the giant sword was placed by his side, with dried blood on the blade.

For a day and a night, apart from resting and attacking the small villages he encountered to seize food and grass, he led his men to flee to the border of Kanal continuously.

Even in this situation, his snow-like handsome face is still indifferent, with long and narrow eyebrows and awe-inspiring eyes.

His posture does not show any embarrassment of fleeing, his back is still straight, and he looks extremely calm.

Even if he was just sitting on a dirty rock, it was as if he was still sitting on that black iron throne, as cold as a glacier and as stable as a rock.

He is still proud like a white eagle soaring in the sky, looking down on the earth.

No one can break his wings.

The Garstad cavalrymen, who were also resting and eating, looked tired, their eyes were bloody, and their bodies were even more bloodstained, with more or less scars, looking a little embarrassed.

But their spirits are still very good, with firm expressions on their faces, without any signs of depression.

They are powerful Gastard warriors, strong men who came out of the terrible Gastard snow field, and no matter how bad the situation is, they cannot lower their proud heads.

Gastadians are the toughest fighters.

This time it was just an accident.

It was the cunning Aaron Landis who set a trap that brought them down.

But it doesn't matter, although they failed this time, as long as they successfully escape into the territory of Kanal, one day, the prince will lead them to fight back.

They want revenge on the cunning Aaron Landis.

They must prove that Gastard is the most powerful warrior in the world!

……

Tyre, who was resting with his eyes closed, slightly moved his eyelashes. He opened his eyes and watched the hazy drizzle falling continuously from before his eyes.

With a movement in his heart, he suddenly remembered that day.

It was also a rainy day when he led the army to pursue the fleeing King Kamos.

At that time, he would never have imagined that in just two months, the situation would change.

Now, the one who fled all the way was replaced by him.

The lavender pupils reflected the pattering raindrops, which were extremely cold, as if they could freeze the raindrops in his eyes.

However, it is different.

He is different.

He will not die in Aaron Landis like that Kamos king.

Tyre got up and got on his horse.

His movements are still vigorous, and the armor on his body makes a crisp collision sound with his movements.

He raised his hand.

"Set off."

With Tyre's order, the Garstad cavalry who were resting or feeding their horses quickly packed up their equipment and got on their horses.

The Gastadian continued to gallop through the rain.

Countless horseshoes trampled on the wet grass, kicking up the mud, and the dark muddy water splashed away.

…………

Behind the Garstad cavalry, an army of Aaron Landis' cavalry was in hot pursuit.

The hazy drizzle also soaked the clothes of the Aaronlandis people extremely wet, but the Aaronlandis cavalry who had long been accustomed to this kind of damp didn't care about it.

Countless horseshoes flew over, trampling shallow horseshoe pits one after another on the wet ground, and the trampled green grass fell down in the pits.

Garlan, who was at the forefront, was galloping on a steed, and he led the cavalry to follow the marching traces of the Gastadians.

However, the Gastadian cavalry moved too fast and had better physical strength than the Arrenlandians, so they were unable to catch up.

At this moment, Garlan was already burning with anxiety.

He knew that Kanal's border was not far ahead, only half a day away from his current location.

If you can't catch up with the Gastadians before Tire crosses the border...

The damp wind mixed with drizzle rushed towards Garlan's face.

The wind whistled past his ears.

His eyes were fixed on the empty horizon in the distance, and there seemed to be a cluster of invisible flames burning in his body, which made his internal organs ache.

He didn't want to admit it.

But he had to face reality.

I can't catch up.

After all, he could only watch Till flee back to Karnal.

After all... he still failed to avenge Brother Wang.

As far as the eye can see, there is an endless and uninhabited grassland in front of him, and the teenager's clenched teeth left deep tooth marks on his lower lip.

His hand clenched the rein desperately, and the rough rein sank deeply into his palm.

That's too late.

Garlan closed his eyes tightly in pain.

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After several hours of galloping, the eyes of the Gastard cavalry lit up.

Through the hazy rain, on the distant horizon, several arrow towers scattered on the ground can already be vaguely seen.

It was an arrow tower built for a stronghold guarding the western border.

The stronghold guarding the frontier is close at hand.

The border is not far away from them.

It was like a thirsty traveler who suddenly saw an oasis in the distance after a long trek in the desert, the Gastadians were immediately revived, and their exhausted bodies seemed to burst out with infinite strength at this time.

Joy filled their chests, and everyone's faces showed excitement, urging the exhausted horses under them to speed up and run forward.

Not only the Garstad cavalry, but even Tyre, who has always been emotionally seldom fluctuating, was slightly relieved when he saw the stronghold on the border.

He glanced back.

As far as he could see, on the horizon, there was nothing to see.

Aaron Landis's pursuers failed to catch up.

Thinking of this, he turned around and relaxed a little.

Perhaps it was because his nerves were too tense these days, and he felt exhausted at this moment despite his excellent physical strength, and even his breathing was a little faster than usual.

He looked up at the outline of the stronghold that was getting closer to him.

Just across the border and into Karnal territory—

Suddenly, a low-pitched horn sounded.

At this moment, the sound of a horn that everyone in Gastad is very familiar with came through the heavy rain.

The Garstad cavalry, who were galloping happily towards the border line, reined in their horses in amazement at the sound of the horn, and their faces changed colors.

Tyre's chest tightened suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

Ahead, Aaron Landis soldiers in black and red leather armor poured out from the horizon like a tide.

They brazenly cut off the enemy's road to the border.

At the forefront of the incoming army, the stern-looking general was dressed in black armor.

He pointed the long sword in his hand to the ground, and stood proudly on the ground on his horse.

The tall body stood in front of all Gastadians.

The damp wind blew by, but couldn't lift the wet black hair clinging to the brown skin.

On the exposed forehead was the dark blue God of War rune, which gave him an even more chilling aura.

The golden-red eyes that were like flames were as cold as ice.

Through the fine rain, the deep darkness in the pupils deeply reflected Tyre's figure.