Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 54: 0 year chess game (under)
Rumba let out a long sigh.
"And more than a hundred years ago, the first humble businessman who lent money to King Mindis," Grand Duke Heisha silently said: "His offspring is one of the thirteen prominent families in the Star Kingdom today, the wealthy Chaoyang Hua', the Shukader family who dominates as the Earl of Qingdao."
There was another silence.
But the air seems to be much colder than before.
Even the flames in the brazier are much weaker.
After a long while, Grand Duke Olesiu spoke with difficulty.
"Xingchen people are better at drilling under the counter--just like the ancient empires in the past, this doesn't mean much," the great duke with the lid of the pot shook his head solemnly, as if trying to convince himself:
"In the war twelve years ago, we are still the victors."
The other princes looked at him, Trudida looked hesitant, and Lecco remained silent.
"Drilling camp under the countertop?" Rumba's eyes narrowed, chewing on the words.
He immediately snorted coldly: "I bet that even if you go back more than a thousand years ago, back to the strongest period of the ancient empire, you will not be able to see the current state of the stars."
"And, the winner of twelve years ago?" Rumba straightened up, his eyes sharp: "Really?"
He said coldly: "Twelve years ago, the Star Kingdom was in turmoil, and it was overwhelming, and it was hard to protect itself."
"We are equivalent to attacking the dying and dying stars with the power of the whole country." Rumba's hand was exposed with green veins, almost grabbing his scabbard.
The faces of several grand princes became ugly.
Rumba’s expression tranced, as if returning to the battlefield of the year: “At that time, no one of us doubted that the Exeter army, known for being able to conquer the war, would sweep them away in just a few months. Futile resistance."
"As in the past hundreds of years."
"Our cavalry hooves will break through each of their positions, sling stones will break every gate of their city, and the heavy infantry will shred every Southerner who tries to resist."
"We will effortlessly conquer the north, conquer the cliff, and then enter the city of Eternal Star."
"At least like Kahn Trudida, the'great prince' four hundred years ago, drive the army to the city of Eternal Star like him, looting every village, snatching every bit of wealth, The red dragon flag on the black background was planted in front of Yongxing City before leaving!"
Rumba raised his head abruptly, as if he had recovered.
"What about the result?"
Duke Heisha’s face is extremely painful, and the following words are almost like words, biting out of his teeth:
"We spent several months under the fortress. Even if the casualties were heavy, even the poor supply line was stabbed to the ground by the star butcher until the gangster betrayed Horace Canxing. At the cost of the death of the grand prince, we took the fortress by power."
Olesiu lowered his head, as if thinking of something.
Rumba took a deep breath, seeming to try to suppress his emotions: "Spring is beginning, and we are heading south to the North-facing these northern neighbors close to us, Exeter's absolute superiority is a guarantee of invincibility. Except for a slight increase in casualties, we went smoothly from Coldcastle to Glacier City."
Trudida sighed.
"Then," Rumba said in a daze: "It's the Star Legion."
Lecco snorted softly, his expression complicated.
"Although the whole battle is advancing in general, as the front line gets longer and longer, the supply becomes more unfavorable, and the forces are more scattered. We were dragged by the group of baby soldiers in mud and it was difficult to advance and retreat-this made it a year to win Wing Star City’s rhetoric looks like a joke."
"Soon, we had to dispel the idea of a multi-line war and a full-scale invasion, and instead concentrated our forces and attacked the center and Yongxing City, trying to defeat the enemy with one blow," Rumba took a deep breath and said solemnly: "We did not succeed."
"So we had to turn into the cliff land again, trying to create another battlefield."
Rumba folded his hands, the back of his hands slightly convex:
"At the same time, our casualties are increasing, the pressure on logistics is increasing, and the Star Corps is more difficult to deal with each time than the last time."
"Not only that," at this moment, Grand Duke Lecco added hoarsely: "They are still recruiting locally, fighting and replenishing, and replenishing and fighting."
Rumba nodded, his expression solemn.
"What's worse," Grand Duke Heisha sighed: "In just a few months, our supplies will not be enough."
Trudida frowned: "We have always planned to supply on-site supplies, haven't we?"
Rumba snorted angrily.
"Come on, the stars have long been in ruins, and the local supply can't keep up," he said coldly: "The spring planting and grazing have been delayed. The country is complaining, the vassals are full of conflicts, and we are bad. The transportation of 100,000 people, the expedition of 100,000 people, for Exeter’s logistics, it is more terrifying than disaster."
Grand Duke Olesiu clenched his fists.
"It’s a problem to even transport the goods to Broken Dragon Fortress, when the soldiers can no longer grab enough food, when even the most powerful troops no longer have a complete organization, when our invincible army has nowhere. With strength, the results have been insignificant for a whole month..." Rumba's face was extremely gloomy:
"Yes, the stars first proposed peace talks. It seems that they are asking for help, resorting to foreign interference, begging for peace, admitting failure, and begging us to let them go."
Trudida, who rebuilt the tower, narrowed his eyes: "His Majesty Nunn once said that the combined threat of the nations made him doubtful and worried that after the annexation of the stars, we, who are empty and unstable, will become targets of public criticism..."
"Diplomatic mediation of the countries?" Rumba punched fiercely and punched his scabbard: "What are those fly-like forces for us Exeter?"
"Kangmus? We have taught them countless times in the Golden Corridor! Humbler? The defeated man in the three continental wars! Sudden night? Their army will cross the ocean for several months!"
"As for the Kingdom of the Sacred Tree, the City of Steel, and even the cunning fox who came to negotiate? Humph!" Rumba gritted his teeth.
"Do you think, with the temper of my uncle king, when did he give in due to diplomatic means outside the battlefield!"
Trudida no longer speaks.
"Admit it, the reason we are willing to negotiate," Rumba let out a sigh, and said in pain: "It's because in that war, we had all our cards and exhausted our strength, even if we had spare energy, we had to fight I'm not sure if I go down."
"Compared to the star kingdom, which has suffered countless hardships and is on the verge of collapse, it is only a little better."
Lord Ronnie closed his eyes listening to all this.
"King Nunn is a wise man," Rumba shook his head feebly: "He has fought more battles than anyone else. He knows what is the wisest way to end his hand. By stepping back, he will not reach the end. It's too ugly."
Olesiu raised his head, staring blankly at the dragon spear pattern in the cloud above his head.
"So there is the "Fortress Peace Treaty"," Grand Duke Lecco took Rumba's words sadly: "With that humiliation that we have cursed for twelve years."
Rumba nodded heavily.
"But only a few people, only a few people know," Rumba trembled, lowered his head, and in the darkness where the fire could not reach, he said with difficulty: "The real humiliation..."
"It is our powerful and proud Kingdom of Exeter..."
Trudida turned his head and stopped looking at them.
"Faced with the robbery of the royal family, the new king was unstable, and the last drop of blood was exhausted by internal and external troubles, and the star kingdom trembling with fear..."
Olesiu's expression was sullen and motionless.
"Faced with the unprecedented weakness, even a complete army can't be taken out, and can only rely on a group of child soldiers to fight the Star Kingdom..."
Grand Duke Ronnie looked at Rumba in disbelief, then at Lecco.
Just listen to Rumba’s grim expression: "We seven princes, one hundred thousand troops, and the power of the country, leading the invincible Exeter fighters, but even the Muhe separating the northern and central regions..."
"Can't fight it."
Everyone stayed silent for a long time.
Only the flames flickered.
After a long time, Rumba sighed:
"I believe that in the war that year, you have felt it more or less, but your pride, your honor, and your arrogance made you dare, unable, and unwilling to admit this."
No.
There are people, someone feels it earlier than all of you.
Just...
Rumba glanced at the theme on the rectangular table and clenched his fists.
"And the other party?" He seemed to speak subconsciously.
"The Kingdom of Stars, after experiencing the tragedy of the Scarlet Year," Rumba frowned: "It is clear that the population is empty, and the damage is hard to recover, but..."
Grand Duke Ronnie raised his head, his eyes flashing.
"But five years ago, Kessel V ended up fighting the desert war with a sickly kingdom," the grand prince of Qiyuan City's arms trembled slightly: "We sent back from the desert The intelligence of him-his strength is insufficient, the combat strength is not good, even the main force is almost wiped out in the desert, we are all laughing at him for being overweight."
Rumba shook his head, in a tired tone: "He is reminding us."
The Duke of Black Sand turned to Ronnie.
"Kuliko Ronnie, when you face the great desert," he said lightly: "You can take the army into the center of the desert, in the harsh desert, maintain supplies all the way, ensure logistics, and follow After the **** battle between the Orcs and the Boneman, will they return safely?"
Ronnie fell silent.
But everyone knows the answer.
"Don't say it's you," Rumba's words sounded painful and powerless: "That is the great desert where even the powerful ancient empire has suffered for thousands of years, and hundreds of thousands of troops are helpless..."
"But the Star Kingdom, they did it," the Grand Duke said softly, seeming very upset: "Regardless of the outcome, they did it: they went in, and then they came out with the skulls of countless orcs and wild bones."
"Remember one of the titles of King Kessel?" Rumba said with a lonely expression: "'Conqueror of the Throne of the Dragon Skeleton and the Altar of the Desert God'-don't you understand?"
The four grand princes exchanged their eyes in silence.
"Wake up, everyone." Rumba whispered, as if whispering in his ear:
"Whether you admit it or not."
"The Kingdom of Stars."
"It's not the same anymore."
Under the complicated and subtle gazes of everyone, Rumba's face darkened and he leaned back on the back of his chair, as if unable to get up:
"In the era of Mindis III, few people understood his actions and even blatantly opposed him-even now."
"The nobles looked down on the king's self-losing behavior and self-willing behavior, while the commoners regarded him as a kind and benevolent monarch, vying to take advantage of him."
Duke Ronnie and Duke Olesiu looked at each other, feeling mixed.
"With the ridicule behind the nobles and the gratitude of the people, Mindis III passed away in obscurity."
"The benevolent "Xianjun" who is good at compromise and mediation?" Rumba raised his head and looked at the four grand princes one by one, with a serious expression and a cold tone: "This title is half mockery and half sincere."
"Except for a few artists who were grateful for his kindness and wrote and painted for him, no one cared about the kind-hearted "sage monarch" who was praised by the people but secretly disdaind by the nobles, and his history. Little episode."
Rumba squinted his eyes and grasped his sword tightly: "However, what is now more than a hundred years from now?"
No one speaks.
The scene is very solemn.
Several seconds passed.
"This is Xianjun, Mindis III," Rumba restrained his emotions and said lightly: "The more I know about his affairs, the more shocking and creepy."
Grand Duke Lecco stared at the brazier in the distance, his eyes fixed for a long time.
Ronnie clasped his arms tightly, almost crushing his teeth.
Tludida frowned tightly, looking sad and sly.
As for Olesiu, he just stared at Rumba, as if to see more from his face.
"It has been more than a hundred years. Although his man died, his officials have turned Star into a steel chariot with complete parts and good quality. We only noticed it twelve years ago."
Rumba closed his eyes tightly, his shoulders shaking slightly, as if uncontrollably.
"Mindise Canxing III, to me, he is a terrible chess player that is rare in the world," he said with difficulty and pain: "more than a hundred years ago, he started the game casually, but the kingship, The vassals, the people, the country, and the history are all in his humble chess game."
"He used a long-term chess game that even his grandson could not see, to reinvent the Star Kingdom, which was originally down on us, and unknowingly, the Kingdom of Exeter, which we are proud of Left behind."
"Even'the Great' Kessel Carlosser I, who conquered the world more than a thousand years ago, is incomparable."
Rumba sighed deeply, his eyes looked sad: "Compared with Min Disi's century-old chess game for the Star Kingdom, compared with his exquisite moves in a chain of steps..."
"Tormond's great cause of restoration was rough and ugly, and Nikaru's victory was so superficial."
"As for the endless power and destruction of the disasters, it is as contemptuous as the more powerful babies wielding a hammer."
"Mindis III doesn't care about the success or failure overnight, one moment and one place." Rumba looked lonely, and his mood was a little desperate: "It's not a family, a city, a city, a city, a city, a city, a city, a city, and a city."
"He used the country as the chess piece, the world as the chessboard, the billions of creatures as the bet, and the foundation of the world as the result."
The brazier crackled.
The princes were silent.
Finally, Rumba closed his eyes and sighed softly:
"One-time move, one hundred years of chess game."
There was deathly silence in the hall.
For a while, Rumba "come back to life" from the almost paused atmosphere, started breathing again, and started talking.
"So, more than a hundred years after the death of'Xianjun'."
Rumba left his seat—or rather, the seat of Grand Duke Cameron.
"I, the Grand Duke of the Black Sands, Charman Solon Holt Rumba." He walked to the four princes step by step.
"The family killer, and the king killer." Rumba's face sank, and his face trembled for the first time and said these words.
Several grand princes moved slightly.
"As a Northlander, an Exeter," Rumba gritted his teeth, and he swept through every Grand Duke Exter who holds a heavy arm and is in power: "I stand here and beg you, I implore the princes of Exter, and lords who hold the future destiny of the dragon kingdom in their hands."
His voice is as strong as ever, hoarse, and vicissitudes of life.
"Stop your meaningless infighting and suspicion, put aside the intractable family grievances and contradictions, and don't fall into the trap of co-governance vows that both maintain unity and promote division. Don't be immersed like King Nunn. I am faint and demented in blood and family, it is difficult to extricate myself."
"Let us stand together again, facing the terrible chess player a hundred years ago, facing this terrible star one hundred years later."
Several princes responded with solemnity, and at that moment, even the most eloquent one, Trudida, felt heavy.
"Because in this unending duel between us and the Star Kingdom, between the Northlanders and the Empires, noble family seems humble, and the powerful army is extremely thin~IndoMTL.com~ The mighty monarch is weak, and the vast land is empty and impoverished."
Rumba exhaled slowly.
"Moreover, I have a hunch." Under the solemn eyes of several princes, Grand Duke Heisha narrowed his eyes: "More than six hundred years, what we are facing now..."
"I'm afraid it was in this duel..."
Rumba clenched his fists, his voice lonely:
"It's the last round."
I haven't seen Thales for several chapters, and it is estimated that someone is going to say that I have a few words.
But from the bottom of my heart, this is not water.
The end of the month is here, um, I don’t ask for a monthly pass (looking forward to the face), really (rolling all over the floor), really (screaming in pain), I really don’t ask for a monthly pass (T_T)!
So, what about the monthly pass? (Looking forward to face X2)
(End of this chapter)