Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 57: Anti-customer based

"Nice speech."

　　"But you also have to understand."

　　 "We can't just rely on your sensational speech," Grand Duke Ronnie said with difficulty, but his voice was already hoarse and seemed unconvincing: "I think the stars are invincible in the world, and Exter is imminent. Working with you is a dead end."

　　 "This is not realistic."

　　 Rumba took a deep breath.

　　 "Of course you can question me," he turned around and faced Ronnie without flinching: "But you can't deceive your own eyes-King Kessel's expedition in the desert is yours In front of you."

　　"They can smoothly transport the grain and grass into the vast desert," Rumba continued unquestionably: "They can also be transported to Longxiao City without difficulty, and even guard the city and pray for the city. Or even within the scope of the sentinel collar."

　　 He shook his head: "Qiyuan City has been vigilant for generations of the Golden Corridor and the abnormalities in the desert, and is used to taking precautions before it happens--I hope this is not just empty talk."

　　 Ronnie was motionless and did not speak.

　　 "What hasn't happened, of course you can say anything," Grand Duke Trudida let out a sigh, seemingly suspicious: "Those words that are alarmist can confuse mindless idiots..."

　　 He narrowed his eyes: "But it's better not to use it on us."

　　 Grand Duke Lecco raised his head and glanced at Trudida.

　　 Olesiu looked down at the ground and said nothing for a long time.

　　"But they have an efficient and powerful team of officials. This is not a lie."

　　 Rumba signaled to the four princes: "After the Scarlet Year, the direct standing army of the Star Royal Family has increased year after year, and the precious equipment such as the magic gun on the Broken Dragon Fortress has also increased significantly-this will affect our victory. "

　　"You can even ask Mrs. Kashan to prove: Over the years, the quality of the members absorbed by the secret department has greatly exceeded the secret room. In the face of their spying and tactics, the famous Red Witch can only passively counterattack in many cases-but Believe me, she is not willing to implement such a risky strategy whenever there is a hint of proactive attack."

　　 The Grand Duke of Black Sand walked past the four Grand Duke step by step, his eyes were solemn and he gave a strong sense of oppression.

　　"Let’s look through the battles over a hundred years ago. This is not difficult. Compare it with the present," he said solemnly: "But we are at a critical juncture to determine the future of the kingdom. This is undoubtedly missed. For a moment, we will regret it."

　　 Rumba walked all the way to the brazier, and the blazing flame reflected his back in the eyes of the four princes.

　　 At that moment, there seemed to be a heavy weight hidden in Charman Rumba’s voice.

　　 "We and Xingchen are like two seriously wounded swordsmen. In the last life and death contest, we saw each other's weaknesses," he said softly: "That's time."

　　 Grand Duke Lecco moved with his expression.

　　"Our weakness is that we can’t afford to hold back time. We cannot give the Star Kingdom time to recover from its trauma and slowly change."

　　"The weakness of the stars is that they have to buy time. They will certainly do whatever it takes to delay the conflict until the scars of the Scarlet Year are healed."

　　 Rumba looked solemnly: "In the past twelve years, our back and forth fights have revolved around this theme."

　　 He turned around, his eyes burning: "I just figured out later that King Kessel’s costly desert expedition, in addition to demonstrating their expedition ability, was a war of smoke, in order to let us fight the stars. The existing forces of China hesitate and are uncertain about sending troops to the south."

　　 "In the past few years, the stars and secret sciences have tried every means to cause us internal disturbances, but also to delay time and clean up the domestic devastation," the Grand Duke Heisha raised his hands and squeezed his fist: "And I will do everything possible to pass through the prince or the territory, The expansion of the conflict into war is to grab time and break the calculations of the stars."

　　 "So you want us to send troops?" Olesiu suddenly said: "Even if we are tempted with more than expected benefits?"

　　 Rumba nodded silently.

　　Trudida breathed out and rubbed his palms: "Say something realistic, even if we all agree with you, we will send troops to the south..."

　　 "Then what are you going to do?"

　　 "Twelve years ago, when we had the greatest advantage, we had not been able to beat the south of Muhe," the grandpa of the reconstruction tower spread his palms with a weird expression: "If it is true, our neighbor to the south has already been Fancy..."

　　Trudida smiled: "Then why do you think we will succeed in twelve years?"

　　 The princes were lost in thought.

　　 But Rumba seemed to be prepared, he hummed, walked to the rectangular table, and knocked on the table.

　　 "There is still a difference," he shook his head and said softly: "Twelve years ago, and now."

　　 Grand Duke Olesiu showed interest.

　　 "Twelve years ago, we were too arrogant, and the strategy when we sent troops rushed to destroy the country," Rumba shook his head, seeming very sorry: "The full-scale attack after crossing the fortress is not only a heavy blow to the stars. , It also brought tremendous pressure to ourselves, leaving a hole for the Starlight Legion’s harassment."

　　 "By the time we found something wrong, we were already in the mud."

　　 Rumba looked up suddenly!

　　 "But now, we have realized the situation of our opponents, and our advantage is still there," Duke Heisha nodded: "Twelve years ago, the most correct thing King Nunn did was to end the expedition early. , Retreat with most of the strength, did not risk an attack for uncertain interests."

　　 "It's ironic, almost all of us cursed him twelve years ago," Trudida sighed, looking sad: "Twelve years later, the only person who will speak for his decision. It's you."

　　 He shrugged at Rumba, expressing helplessness.

　　 Lombard paused briefly, but then he squeezed his fist and spoke again.

　　"This time, we only set the goal to "take down the northern border". If it doesn't go well, "take the fortress" can also be the minimum standard."

　　 Rumba slides on the table with the scabbard, as if drawing a map:

　　"You all know that the astral people in the country are a mess in the meeting-as long as their own interests are not involved, the stellar fiefs and nobles will not be willing to assist King Kessel, who has forced them over the years It's too cruel."

　　"So, just like twelve years ago, we will face an isolated and helpless northern territory except for the standing army of the royal family-even better, because the grudge between Nan Triest and Canxing has not yet ended, so The nearby Yadi Territory will not send troops, and the great creation of the Northern Territory 12 years ago is far from recovering."

　　 Grand Duke Lecco's eyes flashed.

　　 Rumba raised his head and looked directly at the princes: "And we are still holding the righteousness of revenge for the king, holding their princes and heirs in the north, this can give us more bargaining chips outside the battlefield."

　　 His words seemed to have infinite confidence: "In this war, we will concentrate our forces and use the military advantage that Exter still has to fight steadily on the frontal battlefield. We will only win the northern border, never It’s so lofty and does not add to the logistics problems. I am very confident about it."

　　 Rumba nodded to the princes.

　　"After achieving this goal, we will base ourselves on the northern border and take root, and we will be able to completely reverse the confrontation over the past three hundred years: the loss of the northern border of Wing Star City is almost equal to no danger to defend-we occupy the absolute Taking the initiative, advancing and attacking, retreating and defensive, not advancing or retreating, can also give Everstar City invisible pressure and threat."

　　 He clicked on the invisible "map" on the table with his scabbard.

　　"So you ask yourself, to acquire the land in the north and guard the south," Olesiu looked up sharply: "For this purpose? Pressure the stars? Are you sure you can do it?"

　　 Rumba nodded slowly.

　　 "To accomplish this," he snorted, "Is anyone more suitable than me?"

　　"Talk about it." Ronnie said coldly.

　　 Rumba glanced at him, but nodded.

　　 "I will use the endless intrusion and Chen Bing to form continuous pressure on the stars, especially the Everstar City," Rumba frowned, with a solemn expression: "On the way, I will gently let go of the cliff. The neighboring star vassals such as Xihuang—they will understand what they can get from the decline of the central collar and the Yongxing City."

　　Trudida and Lecco looked at each other.

　　"This will take a heavy blow to the prestige of the Canstar royal family, and it will also force the Fuxing Palace to devote a large amount of budget and energy to military defense and foreign teachers’ mediation, so that it has no time to consider other territories and vassals, thereby weakening the royal family. The influence and control over the kingdom, and those fiefdom nobles who have been forced by Kessel for many years are not simple goods," Rumba's expression became solemn, but there was a trace of uninterpretable fanaticism in his eyes:

　　"In short, we will not defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, but we can use sudden threats to show our existence, forcibly inserting foreign chess pieces on Mindis’s chessboard, forcing them to burst into unmanageable chaos, infinite Delay and even interrupt their ongoing changes."

　　 "With the development of time, the stars will be step by step in the arduous journey of change and transformation, becoming ill internally and externally," Rumba raised his gaze, and the expression in his eyes became more and more fierce: "And we will try to turn the tide."

　　"Even anti-customer-oriented."

　　 All the princes are in deep thought.

　　 just now.

　　 "Your Excellency," a sassy female voice came from outside the door: "I'm here!"

The sound of war blades rubbing suddenly came from outside the door of 　　 Stone Hall.

　　The four grand princes looked tight and looked at Rumba.

　　 Rumba's face moved first, then nodded to them.

　　 "Let her in," Grand Duke Lecco said loudly, "Nothing will happen."

　　 With the voice of the Grand Duke falling, the sound of the blade being sheathed came from outside the door.

　　 The next second, the figure of the female swordsman Kroaixi appeared in the hall.

　　 The rare female warrior of Exeter came to Rumba respectfully, and whispered a few words beside the Grand Duke with a serious look.

　　 At that moment, Grand Duke Trudida keenly noticed: Rumba’s eye sockets suddenly enlarged!

　　Something happened.

　　Trudida silently:

　　 seems to be related to the current situation.

　　————

　　 "Peng!"

　　The rain of arrows shot soaring, like a swarm of insects in the sky, pounced from the city gate to the ground!

　　 "Boom! Ding! Clang!"

　　 There was a short but piercing prick.

　　 But the imaginary scene did not appear.

　　 The two carriages with the symbol of the city of Shanliu were neither nailed into hedgehogs by arrows nor slowed to a stop. They still rushed towards the city gate at an unabated speed!

　　 Instead, they were the three patrol teams chasing behind them. They stopped, their scalp numb, and looked suspiciously in front of them.

　　 Numerous arrows are densely nailed to the ground, a few meters in front of them.

　　 separated them from the two carriages.

　　 Take one more step, maybe one of them will fall on him.

　　 With this thought, the patrol members looked up at the city gate with shock, anger, and confusion.

　　 Above the city gate, Archer Phil put away his bow and arrows, and was satisfied to see that the patrols were intercepted by the volley of his own troops on the road.

　　 Phil turned around and raised his hand to Count Lewand, who gave him his thumb.

　　 The two carriages connected to the "servants" who were quite a bit behind them, all rushed to the gate under the city gate.

　　 "What's the matter!"

　　Besides the city gate, as the nominal commander of the patrol, Viscount Reston, the defender, is already furious.

　　 How many years has he not looked at his troops and been stopped under the city gate by warning shots?

　　 is still in Longxiao City?

　　 "My lord, madam, you have all seen, how dare they?"

　　 With two equally angry guards, Reston pointed at the city gate and yelled at the Prime Minister Lisbane and the Red Witch Kashan in anger:

　　"Attack my troops?"

　　 "In Longxiao City, attack and guard the Longxiao City patrol and attack the king's regular army!"

　　 He squeezed his fist and shouted angrily: "No matter who they are...Fuck them all!"

　　 Boom!

　　 With a bang, the temporary entrance and exit gate in the center of the city gate was slowly pulled up by the sound of metal friction.

　　The two carriages slowed down and passed the first city gate with the people around them, and entered the highest inner city-facing the Palace of Valor.

　　Earl Resban frowned slightly. He first glanced at the convoy that broke into the city gate, and then quietly observed the situation on the city gate. His gray hair was swaying slightly in the wind.

　　"Calm down, Your Excellency Viscount." The Prime Minister said indifferently: "Everything must have a cause."

　　The Viscount of Reston said nothing, but he was still breathing fast, with blue veins flaring out on his arm, and staring at the Red Witch beside the Prime Minister with a bad expression.

　　 "To be honest, Ms. Kashan," I saw Prime Minister Lisbane sighed: "Who is on the gate? Who is the two carriages just now?"

　　"Who is it in the Palace of Heroes?"

　　 "Forget it," Lisban shook his head, "I recognize that hand archery. When they captured the fortress twelve years ago, Phil and his colleagues were the best at suppressing shooting. ——Thanks to the experience of the black sand leader fighting the fortress all the year round."

　　 The Red Witch frowned slightly, seeming a little surprised, and then she became regretful.

　　 "As expected, Lisban." She uttered slowly.

　　 Lisban kept her expression in his eyes.

　　"From the costumes of the patrol, to the inexplicable number of soldiers, and the letter from the Palace of Valor urging me to go," the Prime Minister shook his head, looking tired: "And your sudden appearance?"

　　 "Why is it him?"

　　 Ms. Kashan narrowed her eyes and did not answer.

　　 But Lisban didn't mean to ask her to answer.

　　 "I'm fed up with all this," the gray-haired prime minister raised his head, looked directly at Ms. Kashan's eyes, and said coldly: "I'm fed up with my incompetence and hesitation."

　　 The Red Witch sighed: "Your Prime Minister, trust me, this is far from simple."

　　 But Lisban ignored her.

　　"Come here," he said indifferently: "Please invite Ms. Kashan to my temporary office, be polite."

　　 Viscount Reston's anger was still in his anger, he waved his hand, and in the distance, a group of patrol soldiers approached angrily.

　　 "There is no order from me," the Prime Minister said solemnly: "She shouldn't want to leave~IndoMTL.com~Kashan looked at him blankly.

　　Resban turned his head again and looked at the patrol behind him.

　　 "Reston, get your people ready!" The Prime Minister coldly ordered.

　　 Viscount Reston was slightly startled.

　　Ready...Ready?

　　The red witch's face changed slightly

　　 "Prime Minister, you have to think clearly," the Red Witch frowned, "Your order affects not only yourself: this is Longxiao City."

　　Her eyes are complicated: "This may make Exeter irreversible."

　　 Lisban turned around and gave her a deep look.

　　 mood is unknown.

　　 "Kashan, old friend."

　　 Prime Minister 　　 walked slowly to her side, and whispered: "Since more than ten years ago, when you kept the Rumba family ruined..."

　　 "You make me terrified..."

　　Kashan was taken aback for a moment.

　　 Lisban finished calmly: "Now I want to understand, you did not choose Chaman Rumba."

　　 The Red Witch closed her eyes and sighed softly: "Risban..."

　　 Prime Minister’s eyes are terrifying:

　　 "You made him by yourself."

　　Kashan lowered her head and smiled gently.

　　The Viscount of Reston came to the Prime Minister with a hesitant look: "My lord, what are you going to prepare?"

　　 Lisban ignored the reaction of the Red Witch anymore, he turned his head abruptly, looked at the city gate, the steel gate that was slowly descending, his eyes firm.

　　 "Prepare to attack the city."

　　He said coldly.