A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

A few days ago.

After receiving the news from the royal city, Garlan did not rush to make a decision.

After setting up camp at night, he called the absolutely trustworthy people such as Kehos, Kaleni, Xinyas, Seth, Shulos and so on to his camp.

He directly told everyone the news about the Gastad people and asked for their opinions.

Naturally, Xinyas, who was stupid and stupid, just did whatever Garlan said, could be ignored. This boy, who was as strong as a bear, was sitting beside him, with his eyes open, blinking at Garlan, and then at the others, with a look on his face. He acts very well-behaved in front of his elder brother.

Kalieni naturally advocated rushing directly to the eastern border for rescue, but Caihos raised objections.

"Your Highness, the reason why you want to ask us is because you are worried that the Gastad people's eastward movement is just a gimmick, right?"

The guardian knight, who understood Garlan's thoughts, said that he had actually thought of this himself.

"Actually, if the Gastad people want to join forces with other countries, they don't necessarily have to join forces with Yis. They can also choose Gesu in the north."

Kalleni was startled.

Although he fought with the late king all year round and was a fierce general, he mostly just followed orders to attack. He has a rigid mind and is not good at strategy. So when he received the news, he immediately thought about going to rescue, without even thinking about the possibility that it was a trap set by the enemy.

He asked: "Are you saying that they are probably not going east, but north?"

Cayjos shook his head.

"It's hard to tell. It's either false or true. It's hard to say that they went north. Maybe they really went east."

Scanning the crowd, he said in a deep voice, "Although we can find out their marching path, it will always be a day or two late. Once we figure it out, it may be too late to pursue them, so we must get ahead of them. .”

"The North and the East. What is certain is that the Gastard people will definitely choose one of the two. But the key is, which side is their goal?"

"Then why don't we split into two groups and rescue both sides..."

Shulos on the side interrupted.

"no."

Seth objected.

"Only by concentrating our forces now can we be able to overwhelm the Gastards. If we split into two groups, our strength will be greatly reduced. Not only will we not be able to rescue them, but we may even be defeated by the Gastards one by one."

A sheepskin with Aaron Landis's map was spread out on the table. Garlan stood at one end of the long table, his eyes scanning the map.

He asked: "If you were the commander of Gastad, which side would you choose to attack?"

Kalleni frowned and looked at the map for a long time, and then said: "If I were the commander of the Gastad people, I would choose the east, because there are fewer troops stationed in the east than in the north. Half, and the fortress is not as strong as the northern fortress, so it is easier to win."

Kayhos said: "If it were me, I would choose to go to the north, because the threat of the Geshurs is greater than that of the Yis. If we must join forces with other countries, we should choose a stronger country to join forces. And occupying the north The border will make it easier to open up the road to Karnar, which will be more beneficial in the long run.”

He thought for a while and then shook his head.

"No, it's hard to choose. After all, Tasda, who helps our country, is right next to the northern border. Going to the northern border is a bit dangerous. Your Highness, it's hard for me to make a judgment."

Seth said while thinking: "I think it's the east, because the east is closer. Doesn't it mean that they are running out of food and grass? If it were me, the first priority would be to get food and grass first."

He hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but speak.

"But what Mr. Keyhos said seems to make sense. The Gastad people may just be confusing us by going east. This..."

Shulos: "Well... I'm just a bard. I don't know much about military matters, so I won't comment."

"It's too troublesome to think about." Xin Yasi said confidently: "Anyway, I listen to my brother."

The camp was quiet for a long time, and everyone's eyes were focused on Garlan.

No one spoke anymore.

This judgment is difficult to make. If the guess is wrong, one of Aaron Landis's borders will definitely be captured.

Before the Gastards were driven away, new invaders came in. If he is not careful, he will lose everything, and Aaron Landis, who finally managed to defend the royal city, will be in crisis again.

This responsibility is too heavy.

No one dares to take it lightly.

At this moment, there is only one person who has the right and qualification to make a decision.

Crown Prince Garlan.

After a moment of silence, Garlan, who had been looking at the map, raised his head.

The dim light illuminated his fair cheeks and reflected into the depths of his bright golden eyes.

He had clearly made up his mind.

"I decided to rush the army to the northern fortress at full speed."

…………

Although the Crown Prince's decision caused everyone to talk privately, the army still marched towards the northern fortress without any delay.

In order to arrive before Gastad's army, Garlan decided to let the veteran Kaleni lead the army to hold back the formation, while he took Caihos and Caihos's rebuilt First Army as the vanguard to rush north. territory.

Of course, we also have to add a brother Xinyas who refuses to leave Garlan even half a step away.

Then, they also succeeded in arriving at the northern border one day ahead of the arrival of Gastad's army.

As a vanguard army, tens of thousands of troops spread out on the open plateau, cutting off the Gasdad people's way to the Northland fortress.

Spring has arrived, and the snow on the northern plateau has long melted away. Even the white coats on the distant mountains have mostly faded away. The rivers flowing in the mountains are much more abundant than in winter.

Green blades of grass emerged from the brown soil and gravel, dotting the land that still seemed a bit barren at the moment.

The bright sun rises and then sets.

When the afterglow of the setting sun was still on the ground, on the distant horizon, a huge army appeared majestically under the fiery red sky.

Countless men and horses, densely packed like dark clouds, were approaching Aaron Landis's army, which had been stationed on the plateau for a day.

The black hawk Anu let out a loud cry in the sky, circled over the enemy, and then swooped down.

It passed through a dark arc in the air and landed gently on Garlan's raised wrist.

The young man raised his eyes, looked across the open space in the middle, and landed on the Gastad army pouring out from the horizon like a tide.

The Gastadians had stopped advancing.

Garlan saw a man standing on horseback at the forefront of the army.

The distance was too far, and he could not clearly see the person's appearance. He could only vaguely see the person's silver hair shrouded in the sunset fire.

He couldn't see the man's face.

But he could feel that while he was looking at that person, that person was also looking at him.

They looked at each other from a distance.

Prince of Gastad, Tyr.

The commander of the invading Garstards.

The man who would destroy Aaron Landis in the future.

And...the person who personally killed Brother Camos!

Garlan's right hand gripped the horse's reins tightly, leaving traces of veins on the back of his hand, and the knuckles were tightened to the point where they were almost white.

At this moment, his mind went blank.

The blood in his body boiled in an instant, as if there was a fire burning deep in his body, almost burning out his sanity.

kill him!

revenge!

Kill that man with your own hands!

There was an invisible voice roaring and shouting in his body, urging him to rush forward regardless of the moment -

Infected by the invisible flames around Garlan that seemed to be able to burn everything, the lion standing next to Garlan suddenly roared.

Feeling Garlan's grief and anger, Nerga seemed to be replacing Garlan and let out a roar that almost shook the earth at the enemy opposite.

This lion's roar echoed between heaven and earth.

Awakened by the roar beside him, the young man's golden eyes, which were almost burned out by the flames, regained some clarity.

Although the anger is still there, he has obviously calmed down.

He took a deep breath to suppress the boiling, almost painful heat deep within his body.

He clenched the reins tightly with his right hand and warned himself not to act rashly with the pain of his nails digging into his palm.

Now he is burdened with too many things.

The two armies were facing each other at a distance, and no one moved first.

Until the setting sun completely submerged under the horizon, and the earth fell into darkness.

Neither Garlan nor Tire acted rashly, but chose to camp on the spot.

That night, two huge camps faced each other from a distance, each choosing a high hill to camp.

Countless bonfires were lit, and the bright firelight reflected the sky, dimming the originally bright stars in the night sky.

…

"Prince, we have checked carefully. Except for the army on the opposite side, there is no trace of other armies nearby."

Late at night, all the scout cavalry that Tire sent out in all directions returned and reported this to Tire.

They found no other troops around.

"According to the information we heard, the Garlan prince has gathered hundreds of thousands of troops, which is already better than ours in terms of strength." A Gastad general said, "But the army on the opposite side has the largest number of troops. It won’t exceed fifty thousand.”

"Is it possible that other armies are ambushing not far away?"

"But we have checked carefully and there are no traces of other troops nearby."

"No, their troops are much smaller than ours, and they don't have any geographical advantages. Since the Aaron Landis people dare to stand in front of our army like this, they must have some trick. It's best not to act rashly, and then... …”

"The only thing standing in front of us should be the vanguard of the Aaron Landis."

Tier suddenly spoke, interrupting the discussion of his subordinates, with a cold expression, and his handsome face was like an ice sculpture.

"I'm afraid the rest of their troops are still on their way."

"Vanguard Army? But... isn't their Crown Prince here?"

his subordinate asked in surprise.

Generally speaking, as the commander-in-chief of the entire army, it is impossible to appear in the extremely dangerous vanguard army.

In particular, the crown prince is still a more important figure in Aaron Landis than the commander of the army, and he actually dares to risk such a great risk to appear in front of the Garstard army that is several times his own - no matter how you think about it, He dared to do this because he had something to rely on.

This is very much like a trap where the crown prince is using his body as bait to lure them into a massive attack.

Tyr glanced at his subordinate with his slender purple eyes.

"That's what he wants you to think."

Prince Garlan's suspicion about the formation made people hesitate, and they did not dare to attack easily because they were worried about the trap, thus missing the opportunity.

The Aaron Landis could use this to delay time until the follow-up army arrived.

The lights were shaking, and the dim yellow light reflected on Prince Gastad's snow-like side cheeks, and the shadows swayed endlessly.

His eyes revealed an indescribable coldness, and he spat out a few words indifferently with his thin lips.

"Get ready for a night attack tonight."

…………

More than half of the night passed quickly, and most of the bonfires lit in the evening had been extinguished, with only a few still burning, lighting up the small piece of land.

The camps facing each other in the north and south were all quiet. Except for the soldiers keeping watch, it seemed that most people had fallen asleep and were recuperating for the battle that was about to begin tomorrow.

More than a thousand cavalry took advantage of the dark night, with their horses wearing muzzles and their hooves wrapped in cloth, and made a large circle behind the Aaron Landis camp.

They were all the elite cavalry under Tire. Each of them was majestic and sturdy, and they were all powerful warriors who could fight one against ten. At this moment, under Tire's personal leadership, they sneaked near Aaron Landis's camp.

Then, divide into two batches.

Tyr personally led a group of only three to four hundred cavalry.

Another group of nearly a thousand cavalry, led by a burly General Gastad, circled to the other side not far away, and with an order, they charged fiercely toward the quiet camp.

Even though they were wrapped in cloth, the attack of nearly a thousand cavalry at such a close distance instantly alerted the soldiers on guard.

Soon, the urgent horn sounded through the camp, and the sleeping soldiers wearing armor and clothes woke up from their sleep, hurried out of the camp, raised their weapons, and swarmed in the direction of the enemy's attack under the command of their superiors.

Although the Aaron Landis reacted quickly, the Gastard cavalry who attacked at night were extremely brave warriors. Ordinary soldiers could not stop them at all, and they rushed into the camp.

This group of cavalry who attacked at night were charging back and forth and fighting in this area of ​​the camp. They were extremely ferocious and arrogant.

Naturally, the loud fighting sounds attracted more and more Aaron Landis soldiers to rush toward them.

And just when the nearly a thousand Gastard cavalry attracted everyone's attention, suddenly, another group of Gastad's cavalry rushed in from another part of the camp.

In the dark night, the cavalry team of only a few hundred plowed into the camp like a spear.

The starlight illuminated the silver-white hair of the young man at the front of the cavalry, which seemed to be frozen in the dark night.

The giant sword in his hand was swinging, and with one swing of the sword, he could easily cut the person standing in front of him in half.

No one can stop the extremely powerful Prince Gastad from galloping forward.

He possesses innate heroic power, which is the power given to him by the gods of Gastad, an inhuman and terrifying power. Ever since he grew up, not even one of the Gastard people, who were known for their bravery, could be his opponent.

And in the dark night at this moment, in Aaron Landis's camp, wherever he went, no one was his enemy.

The cavalry team of Gastad led by him was in the shape of an arrow, and it rushed into the deep belly of the camp in one fell swoop.

Close.

Arriving soon.

The center of the camp, the huge tent, the backbone of the Aaronlandis people, and the location of Prince Garlan is not far ahead!

Tire had even clearly seen the figure of the young man illuminated by two bright bonfires in front of the huge tent.

The unforgettable blond hair becomes more and more dazzling in the firelight of the dark night, scorching and eye-catching.

The indifference of the past disappeared without a trace at this moment. A surging feeling surged into his limbs. His internal organs seemed to be on fire. He felt the blood in his body boiling and the frost turned into a sharp blade. He His pupils were flashing with a ferocious light like a beast.

Slashing away the soldiers who tried to stop him from rushing towards Prince Garlan, Tyr's blood splattered all the way.

The horse is galloping beneath him.

The giant sword in his hand was raised high.

Just one sword——

He could easily cut off the boy's head from his slender neck——

Just like he cut off the head of the Lion King——

No one has ever been able to block the sword struck by Tyr, who possesses natural divine power.

If he strikes down with his sword, the boulders will burst into pieces.

The light of the bonfire was swaying, casting the face of the young man standing in front of the tent into shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

The young prince seemed to be petrified. He watched Tyr rushing towards him unstoppably, splattering blood all the way, but he remained frozen in place.

Looking at Garlan who was too frightened to move, Tier felt a sense of regret that was almost boring.

He made a mistake.

It seems that this prince is just a little smart enough to guess his plan, but he is still a coward at heart.

He was sorry.

The opponent he once thought was worthy of his eyes turned out to be such a waste, and it was really not worth him to take action personally.

never mind.

As long as the crown prince is killed, Aaron Landis will definitely be in chaos again.

It would be much easier to conquer the country.

As his mind turned, he had already rushed to the young man who was standing still.

The giant sword reflected the red firelight.

Everything is a done deal.

In the light of the fire, the sword that had accumulated Tyr's terrifying power slashed down hard——

Garlan stood motionless.

However, in the midst of the lightning and flint, a heavy giant hammer suddenly stretched out from the sloping ground and fiercely faced the giant sword that Tyr had chopped down.

There was a loud bang.

The giant sword and the giant hammer collided fiercely, and sparks flew everywhere when the two iron weapons collided.

The air flow they raised at the moment of impact dispersed in all directions.

The golden forehead hair was lifted up by the air current, and the fire of the bonfire, which was stirred by the air current, illuminated Garlan's face at this moment.

Tyr's eyes dilated slightly.

Through the giant swords and giant hammers intertwined in front of him, he finally saw Garlan's face clearly.

The young man stood there, motionless.

The sparks from the impact of the weapon passed over the young man's cheek, and the bright golden eyes staring at him reflected the firelight, absorbing all the light that fell into them, as if they were glowing in the dark night.

There was no trace of fear or cowardice in his eyes as Tyr thought, but instead they were surprisingly bright.

Those golden eyes were inexplicably like the sun that was rarely seen in the snowy plains of Gastad, but whenever it appeared it would melt all the ice, snow and darkness - it was so sharp that it made people feel frightened.

The moment he met Garlan's eyes, Tyr, who was riding a horse, had to take a step back.

Xinyas, who blocked Tyr's sword, also took a step back.

Two equally inhuman forces collided violently.

Because they were both terrifyingly strong, the terrifying rebound force made both of them take a step back.

This was the first time in their lives that two people with the same innate divine power met someone who could rival them.

Suddenly, there was a sound of piercing the air behind him. Tyr raised his sword, and the sharp arrow that hit his throat in the dark night fell with a clang.

However, countless of the cavalrymen who followed him into the camp were hit by arrows and fell to the ground from their horses. They were all hit by arrows in the vital parts of their eyebrows or throats.

The strong figures of the female warriors of Elson appeared one by one from the dark night, and sharp arrows struck one after another.

Tyr knocked down the arrow that was shot at him, and rode forward to rush forward.

Suddenly a Gastard cavalry shouted.

"Your Highness! Our camp-"

Tyr turned back suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his breathing paused.

The far away Gastad camp opposite here was filled with flames, and it was obvious that a sudden disturbance had occurred.

Night attack!

The Aronandean cavalry attacked his camp at night.

...When he decided to attack the Aaronlandis camp at night, the Gallan prince also made the same decision.

He turned his head and glanced again at the burly young man who was holding a giant hammer in front of Garlan and who had the same terrifying power as him. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the female warrior with bows and arrows staring at him, as well as other people who had already arrived. general.

No chance.

There is no time.

Tyr thought sadly.

With a whistle and a signal, he rushed out with his subordinates and hurried back to his camp, which was also in chaos.

…………

On this night, the Aaron Landis and the Gastards chose to attack each other's camp at night.

It was a sleepless night of chaos for both parties.

This is also the first confrontation between the two princes.

It ended in a dead heat.