A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

When the Aaronandis people stood still, the evacuating Gastad people also stopped returning to Canal.

Obviously, they are waiting and watching.

This white bear from the far north, even if it was about to be driven out of its territory by the golden lion a moment ago, if the lion shows a little weakness at this moment, it will immediately fight back and tear the lion apart fiercely. Must be crushed——

In the Gastad camp, Tyr was sitting in his tent, and one of his closest subordinates was kneeling in front of him.

"Your Highness, the people we sent to investigate have confirmed that the internal chaos of Aaron Landis's army has indeed begun."

From the first day when the sick Gastad soldiers were left behind, Tire has been sending scouts to secretly monitor the movements of Aaron Landis's army.

Every day, he gets the latest spying information.

The changes in Aaron Landis's army these days were naturally noticed by him.

"The scouts said that the camp was very tightly guarded, several times tighter than before. It was difficult for them to get close and find out what was going on in the camp."

"However, the Aaron Landis will secretly bury the bodies late at night. As for the specific number, they cannot ascertain the exact number due to the tight guards on the other side."

"The Tasdas and Elsons have also left the Aaron Landis camp long ago."

All the above signs indicate that there are indeed signs of the plague spreading within Aaron Landis's army.

But it's not enough.

Tyr pondered.

Don't act rashly without getting enough information and complete confirmation.

The desolate Gastad Snowfield, which is covered with ice and snow all year round, is a world of pure predators of the jungle.

Survival of the fittest.

The weak have no right to waste the extremely limited resources on the snowfield.

On the Gastad Snowfield, everyone is trying their best to survive.

In times of famine, some tribes would even choose to devour the flesh of the dead to keep the living alive.

No matter how cruel the behavior is, it is commonplace for the Gastard people, especially when dealing with enemies.

[To sympathize with the enemy is to dig your own grave].

This is a well-known saying in the snowy plains of Gastad.

In that extremely harsh environment, only the strong and hard-hearted can survive.

Therefore, Tire, who has implemented the law of the jungle to the extreme in the snowy plains since he was a child, never felt there was anything wrong with abandoning useless people and using them as pawns to defeat the Aaron Landis people.

Not only him, but even the other Gastard generals didn't think there was anything wrong with their prince's actions.

For Gastard people, the winner is everything, no matter the means.

Sitting on the wooden chair, silver-white hair was scattered on Tyr's handsome side cheeks.

He lowered his eyes, and his translucent eyelashes cast hazy shadows on his face.

He was obviously thinking about something.

After a long time, Tire asked.

"Have the people who went to contact those armies come back? What was the result?"

The other generals were very excited about the chaos of Aaron Landis' army, and they have been proposing to counterattack the Aaron Landis people in the past few days.

But Tyr's attitude was cautious.

The reason why he and his father were able to conquer the Gastad Snowfield was not only powerful and ruthless, but also because they were a little more cunning than other Gastad people.

He did not believe it easily, but suppressed his restless subordinates and chose to wait and see cautiously.

After all, the Crown Prince of Garlan is different from his brainless subordinates.

He must be careful when dealing with the crown prince.

He had been watching calmly, and he was only half convinced until troops from Aaron Landis's army left in a hurry three days ago.

Only the terrifying existence of the plague can make the generals of those armies leave in a hurry even if they are regarded as deserting at this time.

However, Tire still did not act immediately.

On the contrary, he sent his spies more cautiously, asking them to secretly follow the leaving armies to find out whether these armies were really leaving, or whether they were just pretending to be there, and were actually secretly leaving. Go around and attack yourself secretly.

"Yes, they have all sent news that those troops have indeed left, and they are marching very fast."

"According to your order, after confirming that the troops left, they tried to contact those generals."

"One person completely lost his trace and should have been killed; three were rejected by the other party but were let go; and two others succeeded. They got some information from the two generals, and one of them secretly I convey my admiration to you, Prince."

"It can be judged from the information they received that they indeed left in a hurry because they sensed the plague in Aaron Landis's army."

Only now did Tyr's doubts finally dissipate.

In this way, he could confirm that the plague in Aaron Landis's army had indeed spread.

"Your Highness, according to the news, troops have left one after another since yesterday."

Obviously, as the plague situation in the army became more and more serious, those who were still hesitant finally chose to flee.

Someone else said it from the side.

"We must hurry up, Your Highness, otherwise more and more troops will leave."

Tyr nodded slightly.

Yes, only by defeating Aaron Landis's army in one fell swoop while he was panicking due to the plague can Aaron Landis's vitality be completely cut off at once.

If all the troops that still had fighting capacity had been exhausted in advance and they had only defeated the sick and weak troops, the meaning of victory would be much less.

it's time.

Tyr thought so.

He said: "Send my order and prepare the whole army to attack tonight!"

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Darkness fell once again, and on the earth, the Gastad people who had been quiet for a long time began to move again.

Countless cavalrymen came taking advantage of the moonlight, their white armor reflecting the silvery moonlight.

Countless horse hooves trampled the green grass on the ground.

The sleeping birds in the jungle were awakened and flew out with fluttering wings.

The hares and mice on the grassland were awakened by the sound of horse hooves, got out of their holes and fled in all directions.

Tire led the Garstard army towards the Aaron Landis camp standing in the night. In the distance, he heard the shrill whistle from the camp in the distance. Countless soldiers hurriedly formed their teams and gathered in front of the camp. Meet the enemy.

Tyr narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although they attacked at night, they did not conceal their actions.

If it had been the former Aaron Landis army, the team would have been prepared in the field in front of the camp to welcome their arrival.

It seems that the current Aaron Landis army no longer has the discipline to follow the previous orders and prohibitions.

The bonfire in the camp that had not been extinguished from morning to night was still burning, and a strange smell spread in the camp.

This originally huge camp had shrunk to less than half its size as troops from other countries left and those troops who were afraid of the plague left one after another.

As the general of the vanguard army approached the camp, he saw potholes on both sides of the camp.

In the deep pit, the corpses of countless soldiers were lying scattered.

Probably too many people died and there was no time to bury them, so they could only throw the bodies into the pit and sprinkle a little sand randomly.

The pale moonlight illuminated the hands and feet that stretched out from the sand. In the darkness, the countless large and small holes were filled with large tracts of corpses that had died of illness. It was impossible to count how many there were.

Anyway, at first glance, they are all there. When the wind blows in the dark night, it is so gloomy that it makes people feel chills in their hearts.

The Gastard cavalry who were accustomed to the battlefield were not afraid of dead bodies, but their fear of the plague made them naturally choose to avoid the pits where the dead bodies were.

Soon, they passed the large area where the bodies of Aaron Landis were buried.

The sound of horse hooves galloped across the ground, and countless Gastard cavalry rushed towards the brightly lit camp with machetes waving.

Aaron Landis soldiers guarding the camp struggled to resist.

The sound of fighting resounded through the night sky, and the sound of shouts and the clash of weapons could be heard everywhere.

The Gastards were attacking the camp, like waves, lapping hard one after another.

They found that the resistance of the Aaron Landis was much weaker than before, which made their morale even higher.

Under the more ferocious attacks from the Garstards, the demoralized Aaronlandis retreated step by step.

The vanguard invaded the camp.

The Aaronlanders fell back in rout.

The vanguard army rushed into the camp with overwhelming force, and the center army led by Till followed closely behind.

Holding a giant sword and with stern eyebrows, he led the Chinese cavalry into the camp.

Aaron Landis's soldiers were scattering.

Tyr led the army to pursue them all the way without mercy.

His cavalry army penetrated the entire camp fiercely, tearing the camp apart from the middle.

The largest and most conspicuous tent in the middle of the camp was empty, and the young man Tier was looking for was not found.

Perhaps he ran away in advance because he knew he was powerless.

This made Tire somewhat regretful.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince of Aaron Landis fled to the rear of the camp."

A scout hurried over to report to him.

"There is a cavalry unit behind the camp to meet him!"

Upon receiving this news, Tier's eyes lit up slightly.

Without saying a word, he led the cavalry behind him and rushed forward, piercing through the entire camp like a sharp blade and reaching the rear of the camp.

He saw the boy he was looking for.

The bright blond hair that became more and more conspicuous in the dark night was flying in the air, and the boy stood sideways on horseback in front of the cavalry unit that responded to him.

It was a majestic cavalry unit.

However, on this land shrouded in darkness, there was nothing but this army behind the young man.

That lone cavalry army was so small in front of the overwhelming army behind Tire.

The corners of Tire's lips raised a cold arc.

Won.

he thinks.

The last time they met, it was a draw.

But this time, he won.

This crown prince cannot escape.

Purple eyes flashed with a fiery light. Tyr waved his hand, and countless cavalry behind him charged toward the opposite side menacingly——

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The cavalry had broken through the camp, and from the rear, the infantry of Gastad's army followed and rushed towards the camp.

When passing by the burial ground, among the infantry troops, a soldier standing on the edge of the formation unconsciously glanced to the side, suddenly trembled, and froze in place.

As soon as he stopped, the people behind him naturally bumped into him.

"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you moving?"

"That, that, that, that...the corpse, the corpse is moving, moving..."

The soldier was trembling all over.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Really, really! Look over there! The corpse is crawling up...ah! Ghost...strange, monster!"

The soldiers who were confused by their companions subconsciously looked in the direction he pointed, and their whole bodies suddenly stood up with chills.

I saw countless pits filled with corpses on both sides. Hands stretched out from the sand, and corpses climbed up from the pits in the dark.

A cold wind blew by, causing the corpses to sway slightly, and sand fell from the corpses.

It happened that the dark clouds in the sky covered the crescent moon, and the earth suddenly became dark.

On the gloomy ground, the countless corpses crawling out of the corpse pits made the Gastad soldiers panic.

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"Bah, bah, bah! Damn it, sand got into my mouth!"

A 'corpse' crawled up from the sand while spitting out the sand in its mouth.

"I've been standing up for most of the night, and I'm freezing to death."

"Yeah, you can count on waiting for these bastards."

The other 'corpse' beside him stood up, and the sand fell down.

"Hey! Give me a lift! You've been crushing me for a long time. You don't have much flesh, so why are you so heavy? You're crushing me to death."

The person who said this took out the machete from the side as he climbed up.

"By the gods! I've made it through the past few days. A bunch of people are crowded in the camp in broad daylight and can't move around. They still smell the disgusting smell all day long."

"Okay, don't be nagging, look at the other teams rushing forward to start the fight."

"Go! Kill these bastards!"

Amidst countless roars, this group of Aaron Landis soldiers disguised as corpses seemed to want to vent their grievances from squatting in the camp for the past few days, unable to move. Under the leadership of their respective captains, they attacked the group of people who were still in panic. The Gastad soldiers killed him fiercely.

The infantry of Gastad's rear army was intercepted in the middle.

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On the plain, Aaron Landis's cavalry and the charging Gastard cavalry fought fiercely.

Seems evenly matched.

However, the army behind Tire was coming in an endless stream, and was slowly unfolding its formation to surround the army of Aaron Landis on the opposite side.

Tyr looked ahead.

The young man was still standing quietly in the dark night, and the remaining cavalry behind him were also silent.

The distance was too far, and Tier couldn't see the expression on the other person's face clearly.

What was he thinking as he watched his own defeat?

Tyr thought.

That’s all.

It doesn't matter what you think.

He was going to die soon anyway.

It's rare that I have to put in a lot of effort, so I'll give him a good time.

Tyr thought so and slowly raised the giant sword in his hand.

He tensed his body, ready to go, and was about to rush over to deal with the crown prince——

Suddenly, a low horn sounded in the dark night.

The sound of the horn passed over the empty land and passed through the camp where the bonfire was burning.

It was as if a hurricane was sweeping over the camp.

In an instant, the situation changed.

The wind in the sky blew away the dark clouds, allowing the moonlight to return to the earth.

There are countless tents in the camp. These tents seem to be empty. When the Gastad cavalry attacked, they stood quietly like puppets, motionless.

However, at the moment when the horn sounded through the night sky, countless tents were violently torn apart.

Countless soldiers poured out from inside and rushed towards the unprepared Gastard army!

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Outside the battlefield, those troops who had led their troops away from the camp in the past two days and were considered to have "fleeed" were rushing towards the battlefield.

Showing the trend of encirclement——

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In the distance on the other side of the battlefield, the troops of Tasda and Elson female warriors suddenly appeared, stopping the Kanar and other mixed-nation armies from rushing towards the battlefield.

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The sound of fighting suddenly sounded from behind, causing Tier, who was about to take the lead on horseback to rush over to deal with Garlan, to be startled.

Suddenly, his heart beat suddenly.

His hand holding the giant sword froze in mid-air.

He couldn't explain the reason, but a strange palpitating feeling came out, pinching his heart hard.

…something terrible happened…

He raised his head and stared directly at the opposite side.

Garlan stood on horseback in the dark night.

The battlefield was noisy, but for some reason, the night around him was extremely silent.

He slowly raised his right hand.

The young man stared at Tier's figure opposite, and his golden pupils seemed to have absorbed all the brilliance at this moment.

His hand fell.

In the long trumpet sound

in the light of the campfire

His hands pointed straight ahead.

In an instant, thousands of horses galloped.

Countless cavalry behind him charged away like tigers emerging from their cages——

The outcome is decided.

The author has something to say: Finished.