One day, a shocking news exploded across the South Province.
“Maclean Lyons led a hundred thousand-strong army to St. Sunday, where they were ambushed by the Kisia War God. The army was heavily damaged, and they have now fled to the Wolf Valley.”
“Most of the hundred thousand-strong army has been lost, and Maclean Lyons is in grave danger.”
“In the first battle, Kisia’s War God annihilated a hundred and fifty thousand-strong army. In the second battle, another hundred thousand were wiped out. Even Lord Lyons is in danger. Kisia’s War God is unstoppable. Can South Land really not hold him back?”
This news spread all over the streets and alleys.
Even though South Land was initially the invader, as people passed along the news, it changed into whether South Land can withstand the sharp blade of the Kisia War God.
That day, Kisia’s War God revealed his might, shocking the South Province.
There was also a great commotion in South Land’s main camp. Everyone was discussing one issue with a shivering scalp: to save or not to save.
“We must save him. If we don’t, the morale of our thirty thousand soldiers, as well as Lord Lyons’s, will collapse. Once that happens, we can’t recover,” someone loudly proclaimed.
“But how do we save them? The army of five hundred thousand on the east side will take at least three days to reach the west. By then, it will be too late. We only have two hundred and fifty thousand soldiers left in the main camp. If we send troops, the main camp will be left unguarded. If this turns out to be a trap and the enemy breaks through the main camp and heads straight for Lord Whiteford’s palace, we would be to blame even if we die,” another person argued.
There were many capable individuals in the army who had seen the problem at a glance and had been refuting it. However, despite the refutation, they couldn’t come up with a solution. If the hundred-thousand-strong army was killed by Kisia’s War God, then all of South Land would be united in revenge, making their fighting strength even stronger. However, the hundred-thousand-strong army hadn’t been killed. Exactly thirty thousand men were left.
Thirty thousand men weren’t much, less than a tenth of their total military strength, but these thirty thousand couldn’t be ignored. If they don’t rescue them, then the morale of the entire South Land army would dissipate. Once the morale is lost, everything is over. But how to save them? There was no way to save them.
Therefore, it was a dead end.
It was a trap set by Kisia’s War God, using St. Sunday and himself as bait, luring Maclean Lyons, and then using us as bait, putting the entire South Province’s war situation in a passive state for South Land. It was like a quagmire, problems arose wherever you stepped.
“Benson Laydon, aren’t you always known as a wise man? Come up with a solution,” someone turned their gaze towards Benson Laydon, the first advisor in the South Land army.
Benson Laydon sighed. At this point, they had fallen into the large net of Kisia’s War God. They couldn’t struggle free. If they were in private, he might even curse Maclean Lyons for being a fool.
Originally, many people opposed him, but this man insisted on going ahead. Not only that, but he also involved Lord Whiteford. He kept calling him son-in-law, making it impossible for them to refute him. Refuting him would be challenging Lord Whiteford’s dignity, which would be courting death.
Moreover, he used Lord Whiteford to suppress General Jones, leaving General Jones with no way to contradict him. In the end, General Jones had no choice but to dispatch another fifty thousand, fearing an ambush. Even if the hundred-thousand-strong army was defeated, it wouldn’t be as tragic as it was now.
This outcome was largely because Maclean Lyons was eager to attack and fell into an ambush. In the end, it ended up like this. However, he didn’t dare to curse openly, after all, it was Lord Lyons. Once his daughter blew some wind into his ears, even if he was in good graces with General Jones, he would end up with no place to bury his body.
“General Jones?”
In the end, Benson Laydon had no choice but to look towards Aston Jones. He was also out of options. This was a stalemate.
“Let Pierre Calder move troops to the west, abandon the small forces in the east.”
Aston Jones issued orders in a measured pace. At this point, everyone could see it. The main force was in the west. Otherwise, even a hundred thousand-strong cavalry couldn’t defeat a hundred thousand South Land army, let alone the elite South Land soldiers Aston Jones had specially dispatched to protect Maclean Lyons’ safety. The ones in the east were just small forces.
“Also, inform the king.”
Aston Jones only issued these two orders, then sighed regretfully, “Dismiss.”
Immediately, the soldiers also dispersed. Although Aston Jones was known to be lazy, his authority was not to be violated. Disobedience was punishable by death.
After everyone had left, Aston Jones murmured, “Kisia’s War God, indeed worthy of the name of the War God. This time, I lost to you. But after Maclean Lyons’ death, it’s my turn to make a move.” A glint flashed across Aston Jones’s lazy eyes.
This South Land general only really geared up when he encountered an opponent. Undoubtedly, Kisia’s War God was the most formidable opponent he had ever met. But this also excited him.
He was a man who did not like to move, very lazy. If it were on ordinary days, he would not like to make a move. He’d rather drink some wine with Robin and chat casually. However, now that they both were generals, they had to fight to the death!
He was fighting for Lord Whiteford. Robin was fighting for Mr. Berger, for those in the capital who trusted him. And at this time, in a corner of the camp, Rocco Lewis was being detained. From the time Maclean Lyons set off, Rocco Lewis had been held here, not allowed to leave, and was still locked up here.
“It’s over, it’s over.”
Rocco Lewis lay on the bed, hearing the footsteps outside, and immediately started yelling. He had heard that Maclean Lyons had been ambushed. That meant Robin’s plan had been successful. However, with Maclean Lyons ambushed, he was also going to die.
At this moment, the door was forcibly opened, and three soldiers came in from outside. The one at the forefront was a military officer, a subordinate of Maclean Lyons, glaring with bloodshot eyes at Rocco Lewis: “Traitor, you plotted against the lord.”
“Hold on, what are you talking about traitor? I am a Kisia person, not a South Land person.”
Rocco Lewis yelled. Before dying, he had to prove his lineage. He was also a Kisia person.
“No matter who you are, today, you must be killed.”
The military officer was furious. Even when death was imminent, he dared to argue. With a wave of his hand, the three immediately surrounded him.
“It’s over, it’s really over this time.”
Rocco Lewis held his head, repeating “it’s over.” He really couldn’t fight. Now, he could only wait for death. But after waiting for a while, he realized that the blade had not struck his head. He immediately looked up and saw three bodies on the ground, those of the South Land people. In front of him stood a woman.
“Rocco, I came to save you,” the woman said.
“Oh, thank you, Lili, I really didn’t expect you to come to save me. I said it, we will never separate until death,” Rocco Lewis felt a surge of warmth in his heart. There was actually a woman who came to save him.
But just as he was about to run out, a long sword was held against his neck.
Then he heard the woman’s gritted teeth. “I’m not Lili!”
She was about to explode in anger.
“Not Lili? Momo?”
The woman’s face darkened.
“Are you Mimi?”
The woman’s face turned completely dark.
“Kiki?”
“Cici?”
“Pipi!?”