Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 38: Gambling (Part 2)

In the distance, the Great Duke of Black Sands, Chaman Rumba, is riding a horse in full gear.

He is looking far away coldly with the support of countless troopers.

Under the scream of killing, the flags of the two stars in the distance began to waver under the siege of the six brigade and more than two thousand Exeter light infantry.

Grand Duke Rumba touched the sword at his waist.

That was the sword he used to kill his brother in a duel, and he has never left for more than ten years.

"It's started," the Earl Lewandge behind him whispered: "They will soon break through and retreat towards the fortress-we only have to wait for Sutherley to send the troops."

His most trusted adviser, Viscount Cambida also nodded:

"The light cavalry and mounted infantry on both sides of the battlefield are ready, and any troops from the fortress will be able to quickly entangle them."

"The knights and the three hundred heavy cavalry have unloaded half of their load and can charge at a faster speed...Even if all the three thousand people in the fortress come out holding hands, we can at least defeat them for the first time. Forward-if they don't withdraw within five minutes."

"Five hundred epee infantry, and 800 heavy armor swordsmen and axemen are on standby, they can follow up later..."

"Crossbowmen, magic gun troops, and the remaining ordinary levies can also attack."

"When they start to break through, we can move forward in time, and the heavy infantry can start first."

Charman Rumba, with a serious face, raised his hand at this moment to stop Cambida’s report:

"No, let everyone be steady and stand by, no one is allowed to approach the battlefield without authorization."

"Let the light infantry continue to fight."

"We have to give the fortress some time to consider: whether to send troops to rescue or not."

Lord Valha, who is beside the Grand Duke of Rumba, his face tightened after hearing this:

"If they break through towards the fortress, we'd better let the main force follow up appropriately," he frowned, who is familiar with the battle, "If the distance is too far, even if our cavalry drags Sutherley out. The heavy infantry can’t keep up with the army, let alone annihilate the opponent in the field-with her ability, there is no time to take back their prince."

"Whether it is to take advantage of the opportunity to attack the city or to consume it in field battles, our plan will be meaningless."

Rumba looked at the battle in the distance and shook his head slightly.

"Suthere is a cautious person," the Grand Duke of Lombard looked at the Broken Dragon Fortress in the distance with a complicated expression, and slowly said: "To lure her into sending troops, you must risk giving her some hope: if you don't send troops, their The prince will definitely be destroyed on the battlefield; if you send troops, maybe there is still half the hope of taking the prince back."

"As the prince breaks back and gets closer and closer to the fortress, the latter's hopes will grow..."

"Even the most cautious and rational people, such as Sonia Sutherley, can't help but waver as they watch the hopes get bigger and the chances of success get higher and higher."

Rumba's eyes showed an unprecedented desire to challenge, and his eyes focused on the double star flag of Broken Dragon Fortress.

"Now it's up to our old opponent, Fortress Flower's choice."

"Sonia Sutherley."

"Are you sending troops to rescue their only prince, or the heir who watched the stars and disappeared in the battle?"

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"What's going on!" Sonia stood on the high fortress wall, watching the melee on the plain in the distance, gritted her teeth, and slammed a fist against the wall of Broken Dragon Fortress: "Rumba Do you want to publicly kill His Highness here?"

"It was only light infantry of more than 2,300 people who besieged the prince. They may be able to withstand it for a while,"

"But the number of people is too great after all." Miranda observed the enemy situation in the plain, frowning: "The other main forces of Rumba are far away. If Baron Mu can lead the prince to break through, at least retreat. If there is a distance, we should have time to send a response unit to tear the siege of light infantry to bring the prince back."

She turned her head and said to Sonya: "I can attack. I need a thousand people, including elites who can break through the enemy's formation like the Star Guards."

"The Star Guards can ride their horses out. The opponents are just light infantry. If you just break through the blockade to rescue your Highness..."

"No!" Sonia looked at the stale battlefield angrily, and said with difficulty: "The prince's mission is not his focus..."

"Send our only city guards to rescue the prince...this is what Rumba wants!"

"I can guarantee that his cavalry is ready to stop our responding troops at any cost, and even attack the gate of the fortress even with the fortress's crossbows regardless of death and injury, and then press it heavily..."

"At least we can destroy our response troops..."

"If it is the former, then the fortress is in danger of falling. If it is the latter, it can also greatly consume the forces in the fortress and pave the way for his subsequent siege."

Sonia squeezed her fist tightly: "We will never do what the enemy wants."

Miranda raised her brow and was silent for a while.

The sound of fighting in the distance continued.

"But that is the second prince, and the only heir to the stars," Miranda thought for a while, and silently said: "If the fortress does not send troops, then he is likely to be annihilated in the battlefield, your Majesty... …."

Sonia gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and let out a long sigh: "This is Rumba's purpose. He is waiting for my choice: the safety of the fortress and the prince, military or politics, and he wants me to choose one of the two. "

"This is a trap that can't be understood better-it was impossible for Rumba to take the fortress, but he just found a chance..."

Miranda clenched the sword around her waist and looked up: "Perhaps with Baron Mu's ability, when breaking through the siege, he can take the prince farther, closer to us, and even within the cover of the fortress? "

"We try our best to make a swift decision, and before their follow-up troops arrive, safely put the prince..."

"Be careful!" Sonia opened her eyes sharply, her eyes full of caution: "Rumba wants us to think so-the fortress is our greatest support. He doesn't know how much he desires our troops to get out of the fortress and then fall Into his field rhythm."

"Everything he did was to successfully take down Broken Dragon Fortress at the least cost!"

Miranda was startled: "But does he really dare to make a bet on the charge of killing the Star Prince?"

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"What if the star prince really died in the battlefield?" Lord Valha looked at the battle in the distance, hesitantly said: "Anything is possible on the battlefield."

"Then see if the goddess of the sunset has blessed us, Suthere" Grand Duke Rumba said in a deep voice, "If we win this gamble, we will open the door to the north of the stars. If we lose...huh."

He didn't speak any more.

"The life and death of the prince is probably not a matter of luck, but our choice." Viscount Cambeda meditated:

"If Sonya refuses to send troops, she would rather watch their prince be wiped out and hold on to the fortress...Should we really kill all the prince's missions?"

"Not necessarily." Count Lewandre shook his head: "What we sent is only light levied infantry. In the current battle situation, the star people can hold on for at least a quarter of an hour... If that time comes, we will blow It’s not too late to retreat."

"Then invite the prince in and tell him everything just now, including so many dead people, is a misunderstanding?" Valha replied with a frown.

Their Grand Duke lifted the reins and rode his horse forward a few steps to see the situation in the distance more clearly.

"If Sutherley still can't shrink," Grand Duke Lombard looked at the huge fortress with a calm expression: "That's okay."

"At that time," the Grand Duke of Rumba tightened the sword belt around his waist, and inhaled the breath of winter: "We will kill everyone in the mission, leaving only the seven-year-old kid. "

"Then..."

"Everyone in the fortress will see how we stripped their only prince, strapped it to the flagpole, and then held up their heirs to attack the fortress... see how much the morale of the stars can stand the test ."

"Of course, regardless of success or failure, the poor kid will survive and will be sent to Longxiao City afterwards to show our respect and loyalty to King Nunn."

"In this case, as long as he does not die, what the stars see is only the shame left to them by the prince, not the hatred the Lombard family has forged with them."

Waleha can't help frowning deeply when he hears this:

"He is just a seven-year-old kid."

The unsmiling Grand Duke Rumba was silent for a moment.

When he was a kid, the scene of his brothers playing around flashed through his mind.

But others didn't know what he was thinking.

The next moment, Chaman Rumba raised his eyes and said with coldness:

"He is a prince."

"From the moment a prince is born, it is impossible to have a "child" stage."

"This is their privilege and their price."

Valeha looked at Grand Duke Lombard blankly, and finally bowed his head, sighed and nodded.

Only Viscount Cambida frowned:

"That kid will hate you, wait until he is crowned king..."

But he was interrupted by the Grand Duke.

"He will be afraid of me!" Rumba said categorically:

"Even if he becomes the king of stars, he wears a crown of nine stars and holds the staff of stars..."

"I will also let him remember today-the most humiliating, scariest and scariest day in his life!"

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"Boom!"

Jenard held a shield and slammed a heavy hammer, and the tremendous strength made him short.

But the veteran wisely took advantage of the situation and cut off the opponent's kneecap, and then killed him when the opponent fell to the ground.

But then Gernard was pierced through the left shoulder blade with a sword stabbed obliquely. He endured the pain and shivered back to the second row.

However, the soldier who made up was obviously inexperienced. As soon as he stepped forward, he was stabbed in the thigh with a sword.

Jenard had to gritted his teeth again, gritted the enemy's sword fiercely, and caused the injured colleague to return.

The veteran felt that the offensive frequency of Exeter's light infantry began to drop.

It seems that the time to break through has arrived.

Jenard sighed at this moment.

On the battlefield, the first recruits are poorly skilled recruits, and the surviving veterans are clever and tough steel presences.

The next step is the tough battle.

"So, the key to the battlefield is Sutherley's choice." In the center of the battle, Thales gasped, nodding slightly to Putila and the **** Arakka said:

"No matter how she chooses, Rumba should have her own corresponding strategy: capture the fortress, weaken the troops, or capture me humiliatingly as a bargaining chip."

"How she chooses, we are all in a dilemma," Putila frowned: "These Rumba's light infantry are enough to make us burn out-the soldiers can't hold on for long."

"If you have any thoughts," Araka looked at the dead and wounded subordinates around him, very angry, and he sneered: "It's better to chop us all into pieces in Exter, by the way. Say it before you hang it up."

Thyls didn't care about Araka's disrespect. He raised his head and caught a glimpse of the Iron Fist banner of the Lombard House not far away.

He exhaled and slowly said: "Sonia's choice is a predicament anyway."

"So she can't make the choice."

Thyls' eyes were cold, and he clenched his fists in the different looks of Putila and Araka.

"We can only choose for Lord Sutherley."

"Be prepared to break through." The second prince said coldly.

Putila was slightly startled.

Araka grinned.

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"It seems that they are about to break through." Miranda looked at the battle in the distance and hesitated: "Really not sending soldiers to rescue?"

"Even if they really stand out and get closer and closer to the fortress?"

Sonia closed her eyes in pain.

No way.

Guardian is my biggest duty.

I have failed once...this time I can't...

"No." Sonia gritted her teeth and lowered her head, supporting the city wall with both hands, and said with difficulty: "Keep our fortress...not even a chance for Rumba."

"Your Majesty, I will face it."

Miranda kept silent, and the wall was quiet for a while.

But the silence was quickly broken.

The killing sound from a distance came again.

"Sir!"

Miranda looked at the chaotic battlefield in the distance in shock: "They broke through!"

"But it's weird..."

Miranda's face is full of incredible expression.

Huh?

Sonia opened her eyes suspiciously.

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"My lord!" Valleha anxiously rode his horse from a distance: "News from Qingqi!"

"They are starting to break through!"

The Grand Duke of Lombard opened his eyes and looked at the two banners of stars.

"Very good," he said: "Now we will wait for Sutherley..."

Wait.

Rumba squinted his eyes.

Fluttering of the flag...

Not quite right.

He immediately discovered something wrong.

No way.

The Grand Duke of Lombard widened his eyes and opened his mouth in surprise: "Could it be..."

"Yes, my lord, our plan must be revised immediately!" Valha said nervously:

"And according to Qingqi's return, there is more than one accident!"

Rumba suppressed the annoyance in his heart and cast an inquiring look at Valleha.

Valeha gritted his teeth immediately: "There is another person with that prince."

The Grand Duke of Rumba frowned tightly and watched Valha say something that caused the look of the surrounding vassals to change:

"It's him!"

"It's that guy!"

"Take that bow!"

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Araka grinned coldly, and tied Thales tightly to his back, clinging to his silver and black metal bow.

"Is it really safe to stay behind this guy?" Edda asked angrily, "I always feel like I'm unemployed."

Tyles smiled at her: "Just take a vacation... even when the author has a break."

"This is very risky, which means we are also gambling," Putila said worriedly: "Betting on the enemy's choice."

Thyls took a deep breath and smiled at Putila:

"Yes, this is a bet between me and Rumba."

"It's a "Dare You Dare" game."

"Little prince, I will ask one last time." Seeing that the first row of Fury Guard soldiers were almost killed and injured, Araka suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"This is the only way." Thales smiled wryly.

Araka did not speak.

"And are you really as powerful as the rumors," Thales gritted his teeth, adjusted his abdomen in response to the big bow, and revealed a reluctant smile: "Please prove it to me, Baron Araka Mu ."

Thyls closed his eyes lightly, then opened them firmly, his eyes sharp:

"The most powerful fighter in the stars..."

He breathed out softly, spit out the name that is known to women and children on the stars:

"The Fury of the Kingdom."

Araka sneered:

"In the desperate situation a long time ago, a bright star told me..."

Thyls was startled.

Araka drew the two-handed sword on the ground, threw out a sword flower, and stepped forward.

Putila, Wya, and Rolf, etc., either had firm faces or followed them anxiously.

Araka strode into the stirrup~IndoMTL.com~ his eyes were fierce.

Ada swiftly hung behind their horse.

Araka continued to say coldly:

"He said..."

"Since I cannot go back."

"Why not go all the way forward?"

Thyls didn't react for a moment.

The next moment, Araka Mu, the man known as Kingdom's Fury, rode his horse forward with a fierce expression and passed his guard.

"The Fury Guard, attack the formation!"

The great sword of Kingdom's Fury, pointed at the iron fist banner flying high in the distance, and roared loudly:

"Target-continue north!"

"Let’s find Rumba!"