A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Go back to a week ago.

Late at night, at the moment Garlan turned around because he wanted to return to King Camos's palace, a figure suddenly rushed out from the shadows on the side of the road.

A cold light passed through the dark night.

The dagger in the visitor's hand suddenly stabbed Garlan.

In the flash of lightning, Garlan suddenly raised his left hand.

A clang and the sound of metal clashing sounded in the dark night.

The long sleeve on Garlan's wrist was cut open by a dagger, revealing the gold-plated bronze bracer on his wrist.

The tip of the dagger that the man stabbed hit the hard metal wrist guard squarely, and could no longer penetrate even an inch.

At the same moment when he quickly raised his hand to block the blow, Garlan had already drawn the dagger at his waist.

He swung the sword hard with his backhand.

The next second, blood splashed in the night. The assassin whose throat was cut by Garlan's sword opened his eyes wide and fell backward.

However, even if he had killed the assassin who suddenly attacked him, it was not the time to take a breath, because immediately after, several more assassins rushed out from the dark corner and pounced on Garlan.

Garlan stepped forward and was about to meet the person closest to him.

But before he could take action, a knife suddenly shot through the air and stabbed the man from behind instantly.

Garlan was startled for a moment, then looked up and saw a majestic and familiar figure running towards him, pulling out the knife stuck in the back of the assassin who had fallen to the ground.

It was a sturdy general wearing black and red leather armor.

He stood in front of Garlan, holding two swords and swinging them like wildfire in the dark night. Together with several other guards, he chopped down all the assassins who attacked Garlan to the ground.

After a battle, the dark-skinned general knelt on Garlan's body. His body was covered in blood, the blood spattered on him by the assassins he chopped down.

Garlan looked down and his eyes suddenly fell on a certain part of this man's body.

The sleeve on the upper side of the general's right arm was torn open in the battle just now, revealing strong muscles and... tattoos on the skin.

It was a tattoo that symbolized slavery.

"Teva?"

He called out the name.

"Why are you here?"

Garlan remembered that Keyhos told him that Tewa had been placed among his own guards. Later, Keyhos joined the Third Army and brought Tewa with him.

Kayhos has been busy taking over as the commander of the legion during this period and rarely returns to the palace. Tewa, following Kayhos, should also be stationed at the third legion.

Watt, who knelt on one knee and put one hand on his knee, lowered his head and answered.

"Lord Kayhos asked me to come over. During this period of time when he is busy, I will be responsible for your safety, Your Highness."

He said, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, for frightening you. I should have rushed over earlier."

"No, you came just in time."

Garlan said, taking off the cloak behind him and putting it directly on Tewa.

Facing Tewa's astonished gaze, he patted Tewa on the shoulder and gave him a crooked smile.

"This is your reward for saving me."

After saying that, he straightened up and walked forward.

"I'm going to Brother Wang now, come with me."

Tewa grabbed the prince's cloak suddenly draped on his shoulders with a confused look on his face, and did not react for a while.

This was the first time in his life that he saw someone giving a cloak as a reward to others, which made his mind confused for a while.

He didn't come back to his senses until Prince Gallan had already moved forward, and immediately stood up and followed quickly.

After all, the order given to him by Lord Kayhos was to protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at all times during Lord Kayhos's absence.

After just a few steps, the cloak on his shoulders that had not been fastened slipped down. Tewa instinctively turned his head to pick up the cloak. When he turned his head, he saw the torn clothes on his right arm. Sleeves, and slave tattoos peeking out from the sleeve rips.

He stayed for a moment.

Suddenly he understood why the prince had given him the cloak.

Most of the people who can become bodyguards are born into noble families.

Once it was known that he was born a slave... perhaps Lord Caihos could keep him, but he would definitely be despised and ostracized by others.

An indescribable emotion surged in the eyes of this slave-born man. His fingers holding the cloak tightened slightly and then unclenched.

He tied the cloak tightly around his shoulders and quickly caught up with the prince.

Even though he has become the crown prince, this prince... is still the same as he was in Tozes City.

Nothing has changed at all...

Just as Tewa was thinking this, Garlan, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"No...this won't work."

"What?"

"In this way, you smear some of the blood on your body for me, and then carry me back. You should look very panicked and angry all the way."

"ah?"

"In addition, I immediately sent someone to inform Brother Wang, saying that I was attacked by an assassin again. This time I was seriously injured and was on the verge of death."

"...???"

Although he had no idea why His Highness did this, Tewa, who was confused, still carried out Garlan's order honestly.

When he rushed to Garlan's palace with the prince lying on his back who was smeared with blood and pretending to be unconscious, he surprised many people along the way.

Many people saw Garlan's 'seriously injured' appearance with their own eyes.

After receiving the news, King Camos immediately abandoned the ongoing military meeting and rushed over with Shemuel.

The obvious look of panic on the Lion King's face and the furious aura emanating from his body made people more and more certain that the Crown Prince's injury was serious.

...is not light.

Anyway, when King Camos rushed to Gallan's palace anxiously, as soon as he entered, he saw his brother sitting on the bed, drinking milk and taking a bite of a freshly baked cookie. He was eating and drinking very sweetly. When he was speaking, he couldn't hold back his breath and slapped his beloved Wang brother hard on the head.

The slap made Garlan's forehead turn red.

The priest Shamash who followed also had a stinky face and stared at Garlan expressionlessly.

If he hadn't repeatedly warned himself not to do the following, I'm afraid Xie Mu'er wouldn't be able to help but take action.

The servants and maids were all driven out, and King Camos' personal guards surrounded the palace tightly, prohibiting anyone from approaching.

In Gallan's dormitory, there were only four people at the moment: him, the female official, King Camos and Shermur.

"You mean, there is a spy inside Aaron Landis?"

"I think that's the case. Whether it's the Tasda mission or the pirate attack on Tozes City, there is a behind-the-scenes driving force behind the scenes."

Garlan said, "Maybe even my assassination has traces of their involvement."

"King Camos."

After pondering for a while, Shermer spoke.

"Prince Gallan's suspicion...maybe it is possible. During this period, I traced the assassination of the prince. Although it was indeed those nobles who valued blood, but there seemed to be a strange force outside of that. participated in this matter."

"Brother Wang, I think you should not rush to the north yet."

Gallan said, "Heimos is over there. I believe he will not let the Geshurs break in easily."

Although the current situation in the north seems dangerous, Garlan feels that as long as Heimos is there, nothing serious will happen.

He continued: "We can't act rashly now. I pretended to be seriously injured in order to take this opportunity to draw out the mastermind behind the scenes. At the same time, brother Wang, can you use the reason of worrying about me to stay in the royal city for a few more days and wait for the exact news?" After you see the real situation clearly, you can decide what to do next.”

…

The situation of the war is changing rapidly.

Because Garlan was 'seriously injured', King Camos, who stayed in the royal city for two more days, had secretly obtained the exact information about each battlefield.

After the news of Yisi's invasion of the eastern territory of Aaron Landis was made public, King Camos led his troops to the eastern territory in front of everyone, claiming that he would repel the Yisi people and then go north to support the northern army.

Because the crown prince was 'seriously injured', he only led the first legion to the expedition, leaving the third legion in the royal city to protect the crown prince.

The First Legion, also known as the Guards of King Camos, is the army of Camos' confidants. It has always followed Camos in all the wars in the north and south. It is the army with the largest number of troops and the most powerful combat effectiveness among all the legions.

The other legions are all led by cavalry commanders, while the commander of the Guards is King Camos, and there are two cavalry commanders in charge of the army as deputy commanders.

After half a day's march, King Camos suddenly ordered the army to turn around and head toward the west.

In the eyes of everyone, the crown prince who should have been bedridden dyed his blond hair black, changed into a guard's outfit, sneaked out of the palace, and claimed to be training outside with the cavalry unit that had already led the third legion. The confluence of Cayhos.

Then, they led this cavalry force, disguised as King Camos's army, and quickly rushed to the east.

The infantry unit of the Third Army was led by the old cavalry commander to guard the royal city.

Gallan specially brought Nerga with him.

As we all know, when King Camos goes on an expedition, he is usually accompanied by a lion.

The lion is the symbol of King Camos.

So, relying on the big lion Nerga, who was usually fierce and cold in front of others, but always acted coquettishly when he was in front of Garlan, Garlan and the others successfully disguised King Camos's army in the Eastern Expedition. .

…………

a week has passed.

To the west, King Camos was showing off his might in the Camea Valley, attacking Gastad's army head-on.

To the east, Garlan and Kayhos led the cavalry troops to sneak around to the front battlefield, set traps, and in one fell swoop robbed the food and grass transported by the Yisi people to the front line, cutting off the food supply for the Yisi army.

In the north, fine snow is flying and the sky is getting dark.

Another day passed, and it was getting late into the night. Perhaps because the temperature turned lower, the fine snow gradually became heavier.

The wind and snow covered the sky, and thick clouds hung high in the sky, making it almost impossible to see the moonlight and starlight. The visibility this night was much lower than before.

For most people, this night is no different from any other day, but for some people, tonight is an extremely critical moment.

The Geshur camp was very quiet and dark. Only oil lamps were hung on the wooden pillars beside the patrolling guards, and the weak firelight spread around.

From a distance, the Gesu people looked like they had fallen into a deep sleep just like every other night.

However, in this dark and lightless night, Gesu's army was secretly attacking the northern castle standing on the ground under the cover of darkness and wind and snow.

A halter was put on the horse's mouth, and its hooves were wrapped in cloth to make as little noise as possible.

The Northland Castle was silent in the night, unaware that countless unscrupulous people were quietly approaching them.

Geshu's general and his army were lying in ambush at the base of the city wall. Snowflakes fell on him piece by piece. The cold wind that blew was biting, almost blowing away all the heat from his body, and his lips turned white from the cold.

However, at this moment, his heart was burning.

He raised his head and stared at the city wall without blinking.

This time, if he can lead the army to attack the North Castle first, he will gain the greatest merit in this war!

He will be personally commended by the King of Geshu, whether it is an official position, property, or servants, everything. He will be favored by countless noble ladies, be regarded as a hero by everyone, and become the envy and envy of everyone.

When he thought of this, there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart, making his blood boil.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally waited for the signal to appear.

Through the wind and snow, a torch could be vaguely seen swinging on the city wall.

He immediately asked his personal guards to light the torch and shook it vigorously in that direction.

He must have seen the torch shaking under the city wall, but the torch above was extinguished.

He suppressed his excitement and waited patiently for a long time.

In the creaking sound and in his fiery gaze, the gate of this solid Northland fortress castle was lifted up little by little.

Almost impatiently, he waved his hand and led the army into the city gate.

He galloped forward, his face flushed with excitement, and he pounced in with a ferocious aura, like a wolf pounced on its prey.

This prestigious Northland castle has never fallen since it was built.

He will be its first conqueror!

The excited General Geshu did not see that there was someone standing there on the high city wall, looking down at him and his army.

White snowflakes fell on the silver-black armor, and the jet-black hair fell in front of his eyes. In the dark night, those golden-red eyes were like burning clouds billowing in the sky at sunset.

Heimos looked down at the Gesu troops filing in from the city gate, his thin lips slightly pursed, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Taken the bait.

The author has something to say: In short, give the other party a good beating first...