Kingdom’s Bloodline

In the distance, Grand Duke Chamain Rumba of the Black Sands is riding on a horse in full armor.

Under the support of countless infantry and cavalry troops, he was looking coldly into the distance.

Under the thunderous shouts of killing, the banners of the two stars in the distance began to waver under the siege of six brigades and more than two thousand Exeter light infantry.

Grand Duke Lombard touched the sword at his waist.

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

"It's started," Earl Lewand behind him said softly, "They will soon break through and retreat towards the fort—we just need to wait for Sutherley to send out troops to respond."

His most trusted adviser, Viscount Cambida also nodded:

"The light cavalry and cavalry infantry on both sides of the battlefield are ready, and we can quickly entangle any troops from the fortress."

"The knights and the 300 heavy cavalry have already unloaded half of their load, and can charge faster... Even if the 3,000 people in the fortress all rush out hand in hand, we can at least defeat their vanguard in the first place— —if they don't withdraw in five minutes."

"Five hundred epee infantrymen, and eight hundred heavy armor sword and axemen are on standby, they can follow up later..."

"Bowmen, magic gun troops, and the remaining ordinary conscripts can also attack."

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

Charmain Rumba with a serious face raised his hand at this moment, stopping Cambida's report:

"No, let everyone stabilize and stand by for orders. No one is allowed to approach the battlefield without authorization."

"Let the light infantry fight on."

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

Lord Valeha, who was beside the Grand Duke of Lombard, tightened his expression when he heard the words:

"If they break out in the direction of the fortress, we'd better let the main force follow up properly," he said with a frown, who is familiar with the battle: "If the distance is too far, even if our cavalry drags the troops sent by Sutherley, The heavy infantry can't keep up, let alone wipe out opponents in field battles—with her ability, she can take back their prince in time."

"Whether it is to seize the opportunity to attack the city or consume it in the field,

Our plans are meaningless. "

Looking at the battle situation in the distance, Rumba shook his head slightly.

"Sutherley is a cautious person." The Grand Duke of Lombard looked at the Broken Dragon Fortress in the distance with a complicated expression, and said slowly: "To lure her to send troops, one must take risks and give her some hope: if they don't send troops, their prince will surely Destroyed on the battlefield; send troops, maybe there is still half hope to get back the prince."

"And as the prince breaks out backwards and gets closer to the fortress, the latter's hope will grow stronger..."

"Even the most prudent and rational person, such as Sonia Sutherley, can't help being shaken when he sees the hope is getting bigger and the possibility of success is getting higher and higher."

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

"Now it's up to our old opponent, the flower of the fortress."

"Sonia Sutherley."

"Will you send troops to rescue and rescue their only prince, or will you just watch the heir of the stars disappear in the battle?"

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"What's going on here!" Sonia stood on the high wall of the fortress, watching the scuffle on the plain in the distance, gritted her teeth, and slammed her fist hard on the wall of Broken Dragon Fortress: "Rumba wants to be here To openly kill His Highness?"

"It's only 2,300 light infantry that besieged the prince. They might be able to hold out for a while,"

"But the numbers are too disparate after all." Miranda observed the enemy situation on the plain, and said with a frown, "The other main forces of Lumbardy are far away. If Baron Mu can lead the prince to break through, at least retreat a certain distance , we should have time to send a response force to break through the siege of the light infantry and bring the prince back."

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

"The Xinghui Guards can ride out on horseback, and the opponents are just light infantry. If they just break through the blockade and rescue His Highness..."

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

"Send our only elite defenders to rescue the prince... that's what Lumbard wants!"

"I can assure you that his cavalry is ready to gallop to intercept our support troops at any cost, and even attacking the fort's crossbow regardless of casualties will attack the gate of the fortress, and then press on it..."

"At least it can also eliminate our support troops..."

"If it's the former, the fortress is in danger of falling. If it's the latter, it can also greatly consume the troops in the fortress, paving the way for his subsequent siege."

Sonia clenched her fists tightly: "We will never do what the enemy thinks."

Miranda raised her eyebrows 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 Xingchen." Miranda thought for a while, then said silently: "If the fortress does not send troops, then he is likely to be wiped out in the battle. His Majesty..."

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

"This is an obvious trap—it was already impossible for Rumba to take down the fortress, but he just managed to find a chance..."

Miranda clenched the sword at her waist, raised her head and said, "Maybe with Baron Mu's ability, when breaking through, the prince can be brought further, closer to us, or even within the cover of the fortress?"

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

"Be careful!" Sonia opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes full of caution: "Rumba wants us to think this way - the fortress is our greatest support. He doesn't know how much he wants our troops to leave the fortress and fall into his In the field rhythm."

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

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

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

"Then let's see if the Goddess of the Setting Sun has blessed us, Sutherley." The Grand Duke of Lombard said in a deep voice, "If we win this gamble, we will open the door to the northern region of the stars. If we lose...huh."

He didn't speak again.

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

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

"Not necessarily," Earl Levan shook his head: "We only sent light conscript infantry. Judging from the current battle situation, the Starmen can last for at least a quarter of an hour... If that time really comes, we will blow the trumpet to withdraw our troops. Not too late."

"Then invite that prince in and tell him that everything just now, including so many dead people, was a misunderstanding?" Valha frowned.

Their grand duke raised the reins and rode his horse forward a few steps, so that he could see the situation in the distance more clearly.

"If Sutherley still can't get out," the Grand Duke of Lombard looked at the huge fortress indifferently: "That's okay."

"At that time," Grand Duke Lombard tightened the sword belt around his waist, and took a breath of winter's breath: "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 naked and tied them to the flagpole, and then raised their heirs to attack the fortress... Let's see how much the morale of the star people can withstand the test."

"Of course, no matter whether it succeeds or not, that poor little devil will survive and be sent to Dragon Clouds City afterwards to show our respect and loyalty to King Nuen."

"Under such circumstances, as long as he does not die, Xingchen will only see the shame left by the prince, not the hatred that the Lumbard family has forged with them."

Upon hearing this, Valeha couldn't help frowning deeply:

"He's just a seven-year-old kid."

The unsmiling Grand Duke Lombard was silent for a moment.

The scenes of brothers fighting when they were young flashed through his mind.

But others don't know what he is thinking.

The next moment, Charmain Rumba raised his eyes and said coldly:

"He's a prince."

"It is impossible for a prince to have the stage of "children" from birth."

"It's their privilege, and it's their price."

Walha stared blankly at Grand Duke Lunba, and finally lowered his head, sighed and nodded.

Only Viscount Cambida frowned:

"The boy will hate you when he is crowned king someday..."

But he was interrupted by the Grand Duke.

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

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

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

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"Boom!"

Genard held up the shield and slammed down a heavy hammer, and the huge force made him dwarf.

But the old soldier cleverly took advantage of the situation, cut open the opponent's kneecap, and then killed the opponent when he fell to the ground.

However, Genard was immediately pierced through his left shoulder blade by a sword stabbing inward. Enduring the pain, he retreated tremblingly to the second row.

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

Genard had no choice but to grit his teeth and strike again, sternly blocking the enemy's sword, causing his injured comrade to retreat.

The veteran felt that the frequency of attacks by Exeter's light infantry began to decline.

It seems that the time to break out has arrived.

Genard sighed at this moment.

On the battlefield, the first to die are recruits with poor skills, and the veterans who survive are shrewd and powerful steel existences.

The next thing is the tough battle.

"So, the key to the battlefield lies in Sutherley's choice," Thales panted heavily in the center of the formation, and said to Putilei who nodded slightly and Araka with a bloody face:

"And no matter what 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," Puttilai frowned: "These light infantry in the Rumba are enough to make us suffer—the soldiers can't last long."

"If you have any ideas," Araka looked at the dead and wounded subordinates around him, and he was extremely angry, he sneered, "It's best before the Exeters chop us up and hang you up by the way." Just say it."

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

He exhaled, and said slowly: "Sonia's choice is a dilemma no matter what."

"So it's not up to her to make the choice."

Thales' eyes were cold, and he clenched his fists under the different expressions of Putilei and Alaka.

"We can only choose for Lord Sutherley."

"Get ready to break out." The second prince said coldly.

Putilei was slightly taken aback.

Araka grinned.

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"It seems that they are about to break through." Miranda looked at the battle situation in the distance, hesitantly said: "Really not sending troops to rescue?"

"Even if they really break out of the encirclement, they are getting closer and closer to the fortress?"

Sonia closed her eyes in pain.

no.

Guardianship is my greatest duty.

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

"No." Sonia gritted her teeth and lowered her head, leaning on the city wall with both hands, and said with difficulty: "Defend our fortress...don't give Rumba even a chance."

"Your Majesty, I will face it."

Miranda remained silent, and there was silence on the city wall for a while.

But the silence was quickly broken.

The distant killing sound came again.

"Sir!"

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

"But it's weird..."

Miranda's face was full of disbelief.

Um?

Sonia opened her eyes suspiciously.

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

"They're starting to break out!"

Grand Duke Lombard opened his eyes and looked at the two flags with stars.

"Very well," he began, "now we'll wait for Sutherley..."

etc.

Rumba narrowed his eyes.

The waving of the flag...

Not quite right.

He noticed something was wrong right away.

No way.

Grand Duke Lunba's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth in surprise: "Could it be..."

"Yes, my lord, our plan must be corrected immediately!" Valeha said nervously:

"And according to Qingqi's report, there are more than one accident!"

Rumba suppressed the annoyance in his heart, and cast a questioning look at Valha.

Walha gritted his teeth on the horse and said, "There is another person with that prince."

The Grand Duke of Lombard frowned tightly, watching Valha say something that made the expressions of the surrounding vassals suddenly change:

"It's him!"

"It's that guy!"

"Bring that bow!"

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With a cold face, Alaka tied Thales tightly to his back, clinging to his big silver and black metal bow.

"Is it really safe to stay behind this guy?" Ada asked exasperatedly. "I always feel like I'm out of a job."

Thales smiled at her: "Just take it as a vacation... Even the author has a break."

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

Thales took a deep breath and smiled at Puttilai:

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

"It's a game of 'Dare you?'"

"Little prince, let me ask you one last time." Seeing that the soldiers of the first row of the Fury Guards were almost dead or 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 didn't speak.

"And are you really as powerful as the rumors?" Thales gritted his teeth, adjusted his abdomen that was in contact with the big bow, and showed a forced smile: "Please prove it to me, Baron Alaka Mu."

Thales closed his eyes gently, then opened them firmly, with sharp eyes:

"The strongest fighter in the stars..."

He exhaled lightly, and spit out the name that is well known to all women and children in the stars:

"The Wrath of the Kingdom."

Araka sneered:

"A long time ago, in the desperate situation, a Canxing told me..."

Thales was taken aback.

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

Puttilai, Wyatt, Rolf and the others either had resolute faces or followed behind them worriedly.

Araka strode into the stirrups with fierce eyes.

Ada nimbly rode behind their horses.

Araka continued to say coldly:

"He said……"

"Since there is no way to retreat."

"Why not go all out?"

Thales didn't react for a moment.

The next moment, Alaka Mu, the man known as the Kingdom's Wrath, rode forward fiercely and passed his guard.

"Rage Guard, attack the formation!"

The great sword of Kingdom Fury pointed at the Iron Fist flag flying high in the distance, roaring loudly:

"Target—continue north!"

"Let's go find Rumba!"