Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 111: Sand King’s chips

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The cold wind blew into the room, and Thales couldn't help tightening his clothes tightly.

"So, since last year, you instigated the Freedom League to rebel against Exeter, set off a political storm in Longxiao City, sent star cavalry across the desert, and let me return to China through the Western Horror... All these are' Part of the Sand King?"

The fire was faint, and the king across the long table was silent for a while.

"Some are."

King Kessel raised his eyes and shot Thales directly:

"Some are not."

Thyls exhaled, connecting with all the things that happened from the previous year to the present.

"Then why not choose the northern border," the prince's voice was slightly tired:

"Don't choose the place where there is also Broken Dragon Fortress as a fulcrum, and the Duke family has been completely overhead by you, almost like a direct jurisdiction?"

The king didn't answer, just stared coldly.

Thyls sighed and looked back at the king:

"Please, if you don't tell me, I can't help you."

King Kessel didn't reply, but his eyes were deep and he didn't know what to think.

And Thales stared at the opponent's eyes, trying to find something from the pile of blue.

Finally, King Kessel snorted and looked away.

"Because Val Aaron is still in my prison, because the first heir of the winter castle is an unconvincing orphan..."

"All eyes will be on the north, staring at what the Fuxing Palace is doing."

The king's voice lowered:

"And the officials sent by the kingdom to the north...the time is still shallow and the prestige is insufficient."

"In contrast, the "State of Emergency Control Order" of the Western Famine is still in effect. It is more convenient for us to do things."

State of Emergency Control Order.

More convenient.

Thyls couldn't help thinking of Grace Town, what he saw and heard during the journey in the Western Wilderness.

"This makes sense," Thales said calmly:

"But not enough to stop you from reaching out to the north."

The King of Iron Fist suddenly raised his eyes.

After a few seconds, he speaks slowly:

"The North, after all, is adjacent to Exeter."

Thyls suddenly raised his eyebrows.

This is the reason.

King Kessel said solemnly:

"It is next to an enemy king who has not been crowned for a long time and is vigorous-Chaman Rumba can bring too many accidents, unpredictable."

Speaking of which, he glanced at Thales, his tone changed:

"Of course, he is far behind you in this respect."

Thyls ignored his sarcasm.

"Why me?"

The prince said lightly:

"How was the'Sand King' plan arranged, why did you find me?"

The iron-fisted king said nothing, just staring at him coldly.

Thyls sighed:

"Have you always talked like this? Can't hold back a word for a long time?"

The king stared at him, but his eyes looked strange as if he was staring at another person.

A long time later, King Kessel spoke:

"Because we need a reason."

"Reason?"

King Kessel looked away and looked at the night outside the window:

"Because we have to deceive the cunning and treacherous Xihuang people, so that they can not be suspicious of the royal standing army marching into the Xihuang on a large scale, as a bargaining chip for all actions."

Thyls understands.

"Oh, to protect the heir to the throne from returning home safely, this excuse is indeed sufficient," Thales hummed softly:

"They probably thought: There are very few kings in the world, who will take the safety of the heirs seriously."

The eyes of the Ironfisted King are like sharp blades.

"Just a joke," Thales shrugged:

"That's it? I'm the reason to cover the standing army's aggressive westward move?"

King Cather said coldly:

"We also need a guarantee."

Thyls frowned.

King Kessel continued: "So that the people of Xihuang could believe in the bargaining: The standing army of the royal family was forced to abandon the blade camp and withdraw from the western front line in exchange for the support of the princes of the west to mobilize the army to protect you back. Royal Capital."

"And I am the guarantee," Thales suddenly realized, quietly said:

"Guarantee that their handy western front line is not strange, and that this bait is non-toxic and harmless and can be eaten with confidence."

The King of Iron Fist nodded, seemingly disdainful:

"Because there are very few kings in the world, heirs will be taken improperly."

Thyls froze for a moment, then hummed uncomfortably.

Sniff.

I just satirized you.

True grudges.

Tyles sits upright, no longer thinking about it:

"So, in order to carve up the western front line and the vast territory you gave, the lords of the Western Wilderness who took the bait will pull up the team, willingly walk out of the castle that has been entrenched for many years, and walk into the position of the royal standing army defenselessly. One place, so that you can catch it all at once, saving you the trouble of breaking one by one one by one?"

King Kessel was silent for a while.

"More than just."

The king said solemnly:

"For this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, to seize the huge profits of the desert trade road, the princes of the Western Wilderness who have been jealous for more than ten years will also prepare assets, prepare everything, and even find a good business way to make war money. Do it all."

King Kessel looked at the door:

"Those will all become the expanded budget of the standing army of the royal family."

Thyls sneered, not surprisingly.

"Sure enough, take supplements on the spot, saving time and effort."

The prince lowered his head, his eyes frozen:

"Anke Bailar and his father, their encounters are not isolated, let alone accidental."

"Because in the plan of the'Sand King', the princes of the Western Wilderness were destined to encounter strange attacks by the desert forces, and even suffered from the'friendly injuries' by the Wings of Legend and the Standing Army, and lost everything."

Queen Kessel leaned back in her chair and nodded:

"When the Western Famine is defeated, the battle is urgent..."

He stared sharply:

"For the sake of the overall situation, in order to regain the extraordinary camp of Bladeya, the standing army of the royal family'had to' break the tradition, act cheaply, punish the incompetent aristocratic generals, punish the incompetent aristocratic generals, dismantle and reorganize ……"

"Naturally it is justified, and they have no reason or ability to resist."

Thyls exhaled and took the conversation:

"But there are always surprises in the war. If there is disharmony during the adaptation, the progress is not good..."

King Kessel glanced at him.

Thyls paused, remembering the first time he and Mallos met, and it was slightly clear.

"I guess, since the heirs of the kingdom are in the Western Wilderness and are planning for the blood of the kingdom, the Fuxing Palace will increase troops there to support and deal with accidents. It is also natural accounting-such as the one you sent to'greet' me Batch army."

Thyls remembered the black-and-white confrontation between the Western Wilderness Army and the Standing Army on the Avenue of Gifts.

King Kessel did not speak.

Thyls said blankly:

"As for the aftermath, it’s done, whether the conscripted army was broken up and reorganized, the aristocrat who was punished and deprived of command, or the family that was directly deposed for conscription, or was re-designated for military control. The Western Wilderness collar..."

"Everything you want will be under the garb of the "State of Emergency Control Order", under the name of a'wartime exception', and go down'temporarily' in the Western Wilderness, just like Bladeya Camp and Grace Town."

Thyls thinks of the Earl of Wingburg, and what Dele Chroma said to him during the escort, can’t help but wonder:

"One year and two years, five years and ten years, until-forever."

King Kessel sneered disdainfully, seemingly dissatisfied.

The lights flickered, and the lights and shadows in the room swayed back and forth, shining brightly and dimly around them, turbulent.

Thyls took a deep breath.

He went back to the present and adjusted his state.

"So, from the beginning of your negotiations with the princes of the Western Wilderness and exchanging their troops with the Western Frontline, to the standing army marching westward to rescue the prince, to the foreign enemy taking the opportunity to invade the Western Wilderness and defeating, and then to the standing army's "forced". The means to'treat on the occasion' until the war is over and the dust settles..."

Thyls's tone is getting heavier:

"With this combination of punches, you will be able to ‘twist’ the scattered and chaotic military arms of the Western Wilderness vassals into a single rope."

"Change the historical military recruitment system."

Tyles reduced his expression, slowly raised his head, and brought the king's figure across the long table into his eyes.

"The name, reason, general situation, and real benefits are all in your hands. The rest of the Western Famine vassals and other nobles of the kingdom, even if they are suspicious, have nothing to say, let alone resist."

There is no response at the end of the long table.

"Furthermore, the western famine has come to the west. In the final analysis, this is only an emergency in a local area, not a compulsory ordinance that affects the entire territory. It will not cause excitement in the community and pay the price of the kingdom's chaos."

Thyls' words brought emotion:

"Of course, the wool comes from the sheep, whether it is expansion or restructuring, the budget funds and conscription sources are all the money, land, and people of the princes of the Western Famine. You don't even need to spend much of the treasury budget, and you can't lose money. "

The prince raised his arms and took a deep breath. While recalling the warm and dryness of the Western Wilderness, he felt the darkness and coldness in the Fuxing Palace:

"Once it's done, from then on, from Bladefang Camp to Grace Town, from Likenan to Heroic Soul, and even Wing Fort and Ruins..."

His tone unconsciously brings a trace of awe:

"On the land of the Western Desolation, unless approved by the Fuxing Palace, local lords can no longer conscript and command operations on their own. The Royal Standing Army will become the only reliable place for legal arms and military service."

The king didn't answer, so the Ballard room was quiet.

The erratic and unextinguishable light gradually stabilized, illuminating every utensil in Ballard's room with its own unique shadow.

Thyls gently rubbed the back of his hand:

"More importantly, this is just the beginning."

He looked deeply at the Supreme King:

"With the precedents of the Western Famine, the lords' drafting and the princes supporting soldiers are no longer an irreversible natural tradition."

"When people slowly get used to the'king can have an army', there will be routines to reform the military system throughout the stars, and it will be a matter of course."

Thyls suddenly remembered the battle he saw in the desert:

"It is like a cavalry charge, and then fully defends the formation, once it is rushed out of the gap, exposing the flanks..."

He was startled and authentic:

"The rest is the wave sweeping..."

"The momentum is like a broken bamboo."

King Kessel still did not speak, but this time, he turned his eyes and stopped looking at Thales.

"What a'sand king'."

Thyls can't help sighing:

"So, Xihuang is really a good horse."

It can completely pull the kingdom's chariot.

Just...

"Until you show up."

The king's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Thales' thoughts.

The prince couldn't help frowning.

"The Secret Section's subsequent report said that in the Great Desert, you originally encountered the standing army's patrol, but did not meet them as planned. Instead, you disappeared incognito and disappeared without any word."

If the king's words are powerful, the unextinguishable lights in the room will keep flashing with the howling of the cold wind outside the window.

Thinking of the past, Thales hesitated:

"I..."

But King Kessel did not allow the prince to interrupt, his eyes became sharp and cold:

"The night the operation started, you appeared in the center of the storm for some reason, and brought many friends: Shield of Shadows, Northerners, the dark room, and even a lot of sword dealers followed your **** and came in— —A day trip to the prison of bones?"

Tyles felt tight:

"About this..."

The king snorted and stopped looking at him: "The people on the western front do not have the courage to revive the palace. They are cowardly and hesitant. They dare not risk losing their heirs. So they stand still and disperse their hands, causing serious disjointed actions."

"And our spies should have stunned the militants among the orcs and the desolate, and attacked the army of the princes while the standing army was far away, but they seemed to smell something in advance. Not only did the main force not come, even the siege was just a feint. , One touch to exit."

When Thales heard this, he couldn't help saying:

"Uh, yes, I heard that there is an orc named Kandal in the desert..."

But in the next second, King Kessel's gaze came again like a sword!

"Um," Thales put a smile away, determined not to speak more:

"It's okay."

The king ignored him. Instead, he looked at a faint and erratic lamp, the chill and dissatisfaction in his eyes were clearly visible:

"Williams was lying in ambush on the side of the Bladeya camp. The idiot has always been vigorous and resolute. On the contrary, he procrastinated and swallowed slowly that day. When the battle was almost over, he led his troops back to the camp and lost the opportunity." /

When he heard the familiar name, Taylor was shocked.

"This allowed the princes of the Western Wilderness in the Bladeya camp to retreat calmly-the Ruins, the Wing Castle, and the Heroic Soul Castle, and the main force of the three major families of the Western Wilderness are more alert and abnormal. No entry."

Thyls frowned when he recalled what the Duke of the Western Wilds said to him that "power comes from violence".

"Afterwards, the old bone of Falkenhausen suddenly visited the camp of Bladeya in front of everyone. Not only did he chat and laugh with you, he also presented the family sword, and the news soon spread throughout the kingdom."

Thyls took a deep breath, remembering the "warner" sword that Falkenhaus had given him, and clenched his fist unconsciously.

"As for the crows and black lions, they are more like welcoming the king, escorting you all the way out of the Western Wilderness with ostentation and surrender, blocking the reinforcements sent by Fuxing Palace by the way."

King Kessel sneered lightly:

"Finally, the Kingdom Secret Division launched an emergency plan to try to recover the losses."

His eyes were directed at Thales, at that moment, as if to dig out his heart.

"As you said, in the Western Famine, the horse stumbled."

"'Sand King' failed."

Tyles closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and sighed heavily.

It turns out that that night, when he ran away in the Yaga camp...

In places that he can't see, many thrilling and significant things are happening.

"But the mere blunder of a horse and the mere failure of the Western Wilderness will not stop the kingdom."

The king's voice sharpened, making Thales open his eyes.

I saw King Kessel’s expression extremely calm, but there were endless storms in his eyes:

"That's why I have this letter."

Thyls lowered his head and looked at the letter beside him. The flame of iris was dim under the unextinguishable lamp.

"Xihuang didn't do it, so I changed it to another place."

The King of Iron Fist has a cold tone that can not be rebutted:

"Regardless of the cost."

"Cost Geometry"

At that moment, Thales gritted his teeth tightly.

Falkenhauser's voice sounded faintly in his ears:

[And people like your father will accept reality and give up, or after admiring me and Xihuang’s strength...]

【Go all out, give it back a hundred times? 】

"Now," King Kessel's eyes returned to Thales:

"It's your turn to speak."

It's your turn.

The king's words were plain, but they echoed countless in Thales' heart:

"What do you have?"

"What can you do?"

King Kessel said coldly:

"To make up for your folly?"

Thyls was silent.

He looked at the faint lights in the room, not knowing what to think.

"How?"

King Kessel sneered, with mockery:

"You can't hold back a word for a long time?"

But in the next second, Thales spoke suddenly.

"Do you hate me?"

The tone is ethereal and the voice is indifferent.

At that moment, as calm as King Kessel, he couldn't help but wonder:

"What?"

Tyles took a deep breath, looked at the empty corner, and spoke in a daze:

"I asked..."

"From Broken Dragon Fortress to Longxiao City, from Yongxing City to West Wilderness, you kept calculating me to use me, and you put me in danger, trapped me to death, and threw your son into the wolf pack. Ignore it."

King Kessel frowned deeply.

"Why?"

Thyls sighed:

"Why hate me so much?"

"As written in many novels, my birth killed my mother, so you even hate me?"

At that moment, King Kessel's eyes sharpened!

"Or, my mother, before giving birth to me, what did Seranjylana do that makes you hate your life?"

Thyls stared at King Kessel~IndoMTL.com~Serajylana.

Sure enough, the name worked.

Because of the iron-fisted king who has always been said to be infallible, his brows are frowned and his eyes are deep at this moment.

As if facing an unprecedented chess game.

Thyls smiled.

"How, can we complete the'Sand King', promote the reform of the military system, and use the bargaining chip for the prosperity of the kingdom..."

He gritted his teeth and stared at the silent Kaiser V:

"Can't you exchange for a sentence, the truth about my mother?"

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