Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 51: Xianjun

"Yes."

Rumba nodded thoughtfully: "The immortal star."

"What do you want to say?" Grand Duke Ronnie frowned: "The biggest threat to us is Sonia Sutherley?"

But Rumba ignored him, the Grand Duke Heisha just stared at the desk blankly and continued to speak:

"The Star Legion, they are very young and immature-even if they have combat experience with domestic rebels, they are simply vulnerable to our invincible and invincible Northland fighters."

Grand Duke Lecco's face changed and he fell into thought.

"On the road from the North to the Central Leadership, we defeated them in the first battle," Rumba took a deep breath, his expression becoming hard and persistent: "Nothing special, as usual: light cavalry test, shooter suppression, The light infantry bit the main force, and the heavy cavalry launched a decisive impact."

Rumba nodded slowly, but his eyes were extremely complicated:

"One face-to-face kung fu, their main force was defeated, and the others scattered and fled. Even hard-fighting heavy sword infantry and heavy armored swordsmen and axe fighters can't use it."

"Like all enemies in the past," Rumba raised his fists, his right fist punched the eye of the left fist forcefully, like a craftsman nailing a drill, "You gather the best and hardest fighters, Thunder General blows destroy their strongest part, and then wait for the remaining people to escape, collapse, cry, surrender, and never get up again."

"Not even the private armies of the local lords of the North have resisted the beating-at least they are from the North."

Grand Duke Ronnie showed a strange expression: "So?"

He noted sensitively: Regarding this issue, as witnesses, neither Grand Duke Olesiu nor Grand Duke Trudida spoke, but looked serious.

Even with some...respect?

"So that's the Starlight Legion," Grand Duke Lecco answered him, only to hear the old Duke sigh: "At that time, no one saw them in their eyes."

The bald guard city grand prince shook his head: "Until a few days later."

Ronnie frowned slightly.

Rumba took the conversation.

"A few days later, they—the group of baby soldiers who should have lost their helmets and armors, broke into the army, fled, and ran away," Duke Rumba sat in a chair and narrowed his eyes:

"Back again."

Ronnie was slightly startled.

"When we rushed down to Glacier City, we stood in front of us again." Lombard said lightly, as if seeing the scene more than ten years ago in the distance.

"Although the number of people is small, they are organized, organized, and in force, just like they have just been enlisted," Rumba continued, his tone erratic, and his eyes vacant: "They just reopened like that The formation, just before our siege is about to win, decisively raided our rear."

"It's like the resurgent ashes."

"No," Grand Duke Lecco closed his eyes and shook his head: "It's not a dead dust, it's an immortal star."

Grand Duke Ronnie's doubts deepened.

"But we still defeated them," Grand Duke Lecco opened his eyes suddenly: "One more time."

Rumba looked at him.

"Yes, again."

Grand Duke Heisha nodded slowly: "But this time we sent Qingqi to chase, trying to kill them all."

"I lost nearly 10% of the light cavalry," Lecco sighed, "I remember...the light cavalry I dispatched."

"Then what?" Rumba's expression could not distinguish between cloudy and sunny, and he asked and answered: "again."

Ronnie raised his eyebrows: Again?

"Again!" Just listen to Rumba's voice decisively resounding like a metal crash:

"The Star Legion that fled from the wild, regrouped and gathered under the banner of the war in just a few days, and once again attacked us along the Muhe River."

Grand Duke Ronnie finally changed color.

"Why?" Grand Duke Qiyuan City was surprised and said: "How did they regroup the soldiers? Morale? Can the supplies and logistics keep up?"

Rumba shook his head.

"This game has been repeated several times," Rumba said in a tired tone: "But no matter how many times we defeat them, as long as they are not completely annihilated, the rest of them will always be regrouped and rebuilt like a miracle—don’t know. How did they manage the logistics on that damned battlefield, but at least the eyes of the baby soldiers were very decisive-and then at the embarrassing moment when we were attacking the city, or slightly, or rested and supplied, or rotated our troops, the shadows persisted. Appear to your side or behind, give a cold blow."

Grand Duke Lecco's face darkened: "Indestructible Stars——This is the title our people give them."

Rumba snorted softly.

"What makes us all puzzled is why such a young ordinary army can be reorganized again and again without hindrance after experiencing such a fiasco and collapse?" Grand Duke Heisha Asked softly.

No one answered.

Grand Duke Olesiu frowned and looked at the others.

"Xinghui God of War is a good leader. He has trained his legion very well. This is his honor," Olesiu said affirmatively and firmly: "A great opponent, although he is dead, Its soul will live forever."

Rumba's laughter came in untimely.

"Really? Because John Canxing is a great military strategist, his civilian soldiers can all become excellent warriors?" Lombard sneered lightly, with a bad tone: "Then our king, Are the princes, nobles, leaders and even soldiers all rubbish?"

The princes all looked cold.

"Use words carefully, Rumba." Lecco narrowed his eyes.

But Rumba ignored them.

"Why is it like this, a unit that is isolated and helpless, it is difficult to match ours, is actually an'immortal' unit?" Rumba's face was firm: "We doubt, we are strange, we are surprised, because even with People from the North, who are well-known for their fighting skills, can hardly imagine this situation."

The other princes fell into contemplation.

"Yes, the Northlanders have the strongest physique and the most fanatical spirit among human beings. Under the same conditions, no one can defeat us on the frontal battlefield! Even the most terrifying enemy!" Rumba said firmly.

But his tone immediately changed:

"But even if it is us, the first military power in Westland, after a big victory, the coach will spend a day camping and counting, dispatching his trusted nobles and guard officers, or holding swords, spears and axes, or Holding a noble warrant, I went to gather and appease the excited and enthusiastic soldiers who had red eyes, robbed their hands, and loosed their pants, scattered around the battlefield to vent."

"It is normal efficiency if the troops can be reorganized one day and night, and set off again the next day."

Grand Duke Lecco shook his head.

"That's not surprising," the old man said slowly: "We have fought like this for hundreds of years."

Rumba turned his head abruptly, and cast his gaze at the old man like a blade.

The old man was stabbed slightly to the side of his head.

"And when we defeated the war?" Rumba said coldly, "Even the Exeters—fleeing after a panic, fear-spreading defeat, without a few weeks or even months, It is impossible for us to reorganize our organization, arrange logistics, and gather the defeated troops together at a moment when everyone is at a loss! This is not like hunting, you just need to blow a whistle, and the scattered hounds will do Run back."

"As for the quick convergence, short-term reorganization, deployment of manpower, arrangement of logistics, organization of the army, reorganization of combat power, and marching again?"

Rumba clasped his arms, looked at the four princes with different expressions, and snorted coldly: "In the entire Kingdom of Exeter, only the Blade Guard and Glacier Watch can achieve it—I doubt many princes’ The Guards cannot do this."

He looked at Ronnie.

"Kulkun, you have seen a lot of blood in the Golden Corridor and the Great Desert in Qiyuan City, and it is also considered to be outstanding in Exeter," Lumbaru said, "Can you?"

Ronnie did not speak, but his expression was solemn.

The other princes did not answer.

Rumba squinted his eyes: "Have you ever thought about why?"

A few seconds later, Olesiu sighed slightly.

"They are on their own land," the Grand Duke of Welland shook his head: "Take advantage of it-whether it is the support of the locals or the familiarity with the terrain..."

But he was quickly interrupted by Rumba unceremoniously.

"Go to his mother's own land!" Hearing Duke Heisha said cruelly:

"Most of those baby soldiers were recruited from the south and west of the stars. The newcomers were younger than a year. In contrast, as people from the north, we are more adapted to the north to the center of the stars. The climate and terrain."

Trudida hummed softly:

"Speak straight."

The Grand Duke of Reconstruction Tower raised his mouth: "What are you suggesting?"

Rumba's eyes suddenly went to him.

"Hint?"

"I read through the battles against the stars in the past three to four hundred years," said Duke Heisha coldly: "In the past, at least in the battle a hundred years ago, the star people were just like us, after being defeated. It doesn’t take a month to gather together. From the logistics ability to the speed of reorganization, they are comparable to us."

"Why is he able to train the Starlight Legion when he reaches the Star Wars?"

The four grand princes frowned.

"Go straight to the point, don't take history lessons," Trudida said impatiently to everyone's voice: "None of us are idiots."

Rumba's eyes dazzled.

No, you are not idiots.

He has a cold face: It's more terrifying than an idiot-being smart.

After one second.

"Which one?" Rumba said softly.

The four grand princes were slightly startled.

"Which one?" Trudida asked suspiciously.

Rumba leaned forward, and under the light of the brazier, the whole person pressed the upper table like a hill, looking at the four grand princes oppressively.

"I mean..."

He squinted his eyes: "You guys, which star king in history has the deepest impression?"

The four grand princes looked at each other in pairs and exchanged a few puzzled glances.

The King of Stars?

Impressions?

"The kings of the stars...more than thirty..."

Rumba leaned back on his chair again, stretched out his right hand, and slowly began to count:

"Is the'Revival King' Tomund I, who fought alone for ten years and swore to restore the country in despair?"

"Is the "Black Eye" John I who opened up the frontiers and expanded the land and fought with Nunn I in the surrounding area of ​​Watch City?"

"Or John II the'Red King', and the wrath of the king who wiped out the entire Duchy of Bled within a month?"

"Is the "Far Sail" Kessel II who broke the Humble fleet in the Second Continental War?"

"Is the only Queen Elika, the "North Conqueror" who ruled the stars as a woman and seized the cold castle from Exter?"

"Or is the ‘Oath Keeper’ Midiel IV who is brave and brave, swears to keep his promise, and sympathizes with Sarah?"

"Oh, otherwise, it means that he has ruled longer than Nunn, the country is stable, and the "king of Changzhi" Eddie II has no trouble except for the last year? Although his end is not very good."

Rumba spoke while observing the expressions of several princes.

But he didn't see anything--the princes didn't even give the slightest facial movements.

Rumba also sneered like sarcasm: "No? Impossible, right?"

A few seconds later~IndoMTL.com~ he sighed indifferently.

"Okay," Rumba narrowed his eyes: "The King of the Stars I remember most..."

Several princes narrowed their eyes.

Just listen to Lombardment indifferently: "Mindith Canxing III."

When Grand Duke Trudida heard the words, his expression moved slightly: "Could it be that..."

Rumba nodded slowly.

"Yes," the Grand Duke Heisha said lightly, his eyes full of complicated emotions: "One hundred and fifty years ago, the Mindish III who experienced the Fourth Continental War."

He whispered:

"That'Xianjun'."

(End of this chapter)