Chapter 346 [So-called Faith]

"No way!"

In the big tent, Ruer looked angry. He threw his gloves on the table, supported the table with both hands, and gritted his teeth: "Your Highness, do you know that such an order will only drag our army into the Jedi!"

Right in front of Ruhr, the Imperial Crown Prince Garcia, also in military uniform, had a cold face. Under her helmet, her golden hair was pressing against her eyebrows meticulously, but her face looked particularly gloomy: "I know."

"The Thirteenth Corps is a cavalry." Ruer took a deep breath, tried to suppress the annoyance in his heart, and slowed down his speech and said in a deep voice: "The greatest function of cavalry is field battle. Once you enter the city, the usefulness of cavalry is even worse than that of infantry! The Thirteenth Corps can only maintain field battles outside the city to achieve the greatest restraining effect on the rebels. But once you enter the city, our role is even less than that of an ordinary infantry!"

"I know, too."

"You! Your request is simply an order for me to draw my sword and cut off the legs of my cavalry!" Ruer shouted angrily: "No matter what, I will never accept your request! Although you are the crown prince, I am the general of the commander of the 13th Corps personally granted by His Majesty. Your Highness, you only have the name of the observant envoy and do not control my power."

If you dare to say such words to the future imperial emperor, it is obvious that Ruhr has already made his promise.

The wind was strong outside, and I don’t know why, the wind tonight was particularly amazing, as if a storm was coming this summer night.

Garcia's face was cold and still staring at Ruhr so ​​tightly.

Ruer was a little furious when the crown prince saw it, but he still straightened his neck: "Your Highness, we had already discussed whether to enter the city when we arrived here! According to the situation of the war, our best choice is to wander outside the city to seek fighter opportunities! You also agreed to this resolution at the beginning."

The crown prince's eyes were not shaken at all, but he finally nodded, took out a scroll from his arms, and gently placed it in front of Ruer.

When Ruer saw it, his eyebrows raised: "Sent from the city?"

He naturally knew that although the crown prince was in his own army, the other party was the crown prince of the empire after all, and he had his own channels for information exchanges in the city.

As he said that, Ruer spread the scroll out and after reading it quickly, the fat man's face changed. His hands quickly supported the table, so that his body did not stagger.

This scroll is not a transfer order, but it is just a reward order. The content of the reward order also seems to have nothing to do with Ruhr: the emperor ordered the imperial prime minister Sarenbonelli to be awarded, and at the same time, the Sorom family where Sarenbonelli is located are widely rewarded. The high reward and high reward are all shocking! It seems that the emperor wishes to send half of the power of the entire central government to the Sarenbonelli family!

In any normal situation, absolutely no emperor would give such a crazy reward to any of his subordinates.

After reading this reward, Ruer's face changed very quickly. He was shocked at first, but then the smart fat man quickly flashed a hint of enlightenment in his eyes. He raised his eyelids and looked at Garcia. Seeing that the crown prince was also in awe, he had no intention of being annoyed at all - no matter what, he was the future master of the empire, but the current emperor actually gave half of his power to other ministers. This future emperor was not angry at all?

Powerful minister?

Entrust an orphan!!!

This is a entrusting oneself!!

This thought suddenly flashed through Ruer's heart like lightning! He was entrusting his orphan, and he deliberately picked up Salenbonelli! Why? Why?

"Balance." The fat man spitted out such a word. When he lowered his face again, his eyes were much more solemn when he looked at the crown prince. All the anger and anger that had been before subsided, but there was still a deep sense of unwillingness.

"I understand." Ruhr's face twitched: "Just do what your Highness said! The whole army... assault immediately and enter the city!" He clenched his fists hard, only feeling blood in his heart: "Even if the Rodria cavalry shed the last drop of blood, we will definitely protect you into the city..."

This is a helpless choice.

Or, Ruhr has no choice at all.

He knew that strategically, it was extremely stupid for the cavalry to give up field battles and enter the city to trap. He knew that suddenly it seemed that a large army would break through the rebels' defense line and forcefully attack into the city, and the troops would suffer great losses...

But he has to do it!

Since the emperor rewarded Prime Minister Sarenbonelli, why did he send it out of the city and hand it over to the crown prince?

Very simple, this is a signal!

The old emperor told his son openly: I can no longer do it! He has already entrusted his orphan to Sarenbonelli! Moreover, through this reward order, the old emperor had already hinted his future strategy to his son without even saying a word: to promote Sarenbonelli to balance Adrick, who was in charge of military power.

It is enough to say that a suicide note is not needed or a clear statement. Just passing this reward order is enough to explain everything.

More importantly, Ruhr also understood that he had to go into the city.

Since the emperor has already entrusts his orphan, it means that the emperor is almost out of reach... It is even very likely that the emperor has already...

Once Emperor Contos passes away, the morale of the army will inevitably be shocked in the city! At this time, Garcia must enter the city! He must enter the city and be crowned ascend the throne! This is a question of no choice!

If Garcia cannot enter the city and there is no emperor in the city, then the morale of the army will be unstable and it will be difficult for Osgilia to continue to defend. Even if there is no emperor in the city, then it is very likely that all people with ulterior motives will even...

Anyway, Garcia must enter the city! And immediately! Now!

No choice!

There seemed to be a fire burning in the fat man's heart. He rushed out of the tent angrily, and his roar came: "Bang the drums and trumpets! The whole army is prepared!! All officers and military officials will discuss it!! In less than a moment, the military law will be dealt with!!"

The heavy drums sounded and the military horn sounded. The originally quiet camp suddenly became boiling. Countless soldiers rushed out of the tents and quickly wore armor and weapons. The cavalry entourage led the war horses, and the auxiliary soldiers ran back and forth with all the heavy weapons.

With the sound of the boots of the owls, officers rushed to the camp one by one. Although it was an emergency call, they were the Imperial Rodria cavalry after all. None of these officers looked embarrassed, but everyone's face was full of vigilance and excitement.

Ruer turned around and ran up, standing on the platform, watching the officers in the tent arrive, the fat man took a deep breath: "I don't have time to explain to you! Tonight, the whole army will raid the rebels, and we... enter the city!!"

As soon as this sentence was said, everyone in the tent changed color, and some officers couldn't help but shout: "General, are you too anxious? Even if you want to enter the city, you should give the soldiers some preparation time first! The war horses have not yet raised enough power, and the team needs to be rectified."

"Yes, General, and our plan to march must be carefully arranged. Which one is the first, which one is the last... If you suddenly order it..."

Ruer had a gloomy face, looked at these generals, and suddenly shouted: "Shut up!!"

He pulled off his helmet and threw it hard on the ground, his face full of ferocious murderous aura: "I don't care about anything you said now! Now I have only one order! I will go down and rectify my own people immediately! In a quarter of an hour, we will set off! I will throw away all the supplies, food, and so on!"

"grown ups!!!"

A brave officer stepped forward, seeing that the clothes seemed to be a general of a banner regiment level, looked up at Ruer and shouted: "Even if we want to enter the city, we should make plans and act again! Entering the city requires breaking through the rebels' defense line, which is not a trivial matter! If you are not careful, we may even be surrounded by the enemy! The best way is, after we have rectified, the whole army will be pressed down and headed towards the rebels' defense line in an oppressive manner, leading them out of the field to fight. Just defeat one or two rebels, and then wait for them to defeat and make way for the way, we

It was enough to pass by calmly - just like the first battle we fought when we first arrived here. You ordered rashly, no matter what, suddenly everyone would abandon all the supplies and set out overnight, without combat plans, and without careful arrangements..." The general showed a hint of dissatisfaction on his face: "Even if the cavalry of our main battle flag regiment can rush over! But what should we do with those auxiliary barracks of logistics? There are thousands of people in the three auxiliary barracks! They are not cavalry, and they cannot kill them rashly with us! Do you want to throw them all here?!"

Ruer's fat face shook hard, gritting his teeth, but instead of looking at the officer talking, he turned his head and stared at the crown prince's eyes almost spitting out fire!

Seeing the general's expression in such a state, the senior officers were somewhat shocked. Another officer stood up, but he was the chief military chief of the army.

"grown ups."

This military chief is an old man in the Rodria cavalry regiment. He has been working among the Rodria cavalry since Adrick's time and is very old. Even Ruhr speaks to him on weekdays and is extremely respectful and kind.

At this moment, the old military chief spoke, and Ruer took a deep breath, put away the annoyance on his face, and looked at him: "Please tell me."

"Sir, we have been stationed here for a month. The consumption of food and grass is all based on local supplies. The original harbor has been exhausted. When we first came here, we still had 30,000 war horses, but now it is less than 20,000. The soldiers' rations were distributed 80% every day last month, but this month it has dropped to 60%! Our combat effectiveness is not in a good state now. It can be said that our soldiers have been patient for more than a month and can only eat half full every day. Everyone is gritting their teeth and persevering, just because we are

Rodria cavalry! But the soldiers can still grit their teeth and endure hunger, but horses are not good! With the lack of forage, we have already started to slaughter war horses. The remaining more than 16,000 horses can only be guaranteed to feed the eight thousand horses the best. The others... have lost weight! The horsepower is also very insufficient. In other words, even if we have to fight now, only eight thousand war horses can be used! We can only go to eight thousand cavalry! As for the other... the war horses are not strong enough and forcing them to go to the battlefield, it is a risk for the lives of soldiers!"

The quarconian's eyes were cold and continued, "Even if you don't call me to discuss the military today, I will come to you and advise you to withdraw your troops! We can no longer hold on here! It is best to retreat to the northeast, conquer a town, replenish supplies, and then after at least three or five days of renovation, the soldiers will be able to return to their best condition. It can be said that... Now our army is fighting power not more than before the war, at most 60%! I don't know why, General, you suddenly issued such an order tonight, but I must remind you that such an order is to take risks in the lives of the soldiers of the entire army! We Rodria cavalry are not afraid of death! But we need a reason to let us die!"

"Reason!" Ruer's teeth clenched, and infinite sadness suddenly surged in the fat man's heart... Reason?

Could it be that I told these people that because the crown prince is going back to the city to ascend the throne and be crowned! In order for the crown prince to go back and wear the crown, you must die?!

"Everyone."

Just when Ruhr was about to bite his lips and bleed, the crown prince stood up.

Garcia put her helmet under her armpits and walked into the middle, but bent down deeply at the generals around her and bowed.

The crown prince's gift made the generals change their color and quickly lowered their heads.

When Garcia raised her body, her face was already so calm! His voice was not loud, and even a little clear, but it sounded in this small tent, with a kind of dead loneliness!

"I know...it's cruel to say such a request. But tonight, I must ask you to come into the city-for me!"

The crown prince's eyes were very cold, but instead emitted a firm light: "I must tell everyone the truth... Just tonight, I received a secret message from the city! My respected father, His Majesty Contos, the current emperor of the Empire, has arrived at his dying moment!!"

Wow!!

As soon as these words were said, everyone in the big tent changed color!

Garcia's face became colder, she raised her voice and shouted: "Everyone!! Silent!!!"

He suddenly raised his voice and whispered, which immediately attracted everyone's attention again.

Garcia was straight and said loudly: "The key to winning and losing in this war lies in Osgilia! The imperial capital will defend, and the empire will still have a glimmer of life! If the imperial capital is not defended, it will never be restored! After the rebels conquered Osgilia, they can drive straight into and go south straight! More than ten counties in the south will be lost! The flag of the empire for a thousand-year-old will be burned! At this moment, the Emperor's Majesty has been dead in the city of Osgilia. If Your Majesty leaves, you can imagine that there will be chaos in the city! There must be no emperor in the imperial capital! Therefore, I must immediately rush back to the city, accept the throne, and be crowned as the new emperor! If I don't return, then Osgilia will not defend! If Osgilia does not defend, the empire will not exist!!! So, no matter what, we must march tonight!"

When the crown prince said this, everyone in the tent had quieted down and looked at the crown prince with solemn eyes. Garcia bowed deeply again: "At the critical moment of life and death, the survival of the empire is just between the slightest inch of the treacherous dynasty!!!"

No one spoke anymore. All the generals bent down deeply at the crown prince. When they raised their heads again, everyone had a decisive expression on their faces!

Bang!!

The fat man slapped the table and shouted loudly: "Okay! Since the empire needs us to die, there is no one in the Rodria cavalry who is afraid of death! All the generals will obey the order!"

All the generals immediately straightened their bodies, facing Ruhr, and everyone looked determined.

"The Second Flag Regiment is ahead! The lances are clearing the way. Once the enemy encounters a setback, the two sides will be separated! The first flag regiment is in the second wave, and your task is the heaviest. If the second flag regiment encounters a setback, then the heavy armored cavalry must destroy anyone in front at all costs! The Fourth Flag Regiment is a horse infantry, and you follow the heavy armored cavalry... The mission is to protect the crown prince! In the chaos, I don't care how many people you die, nor what method you use! Even the Fourth Flag Regiment is dead! The safety of the crown prince must be ensured! The crown prince is in, Osgilia is in, and the empire is!" He exhaled, and the fat man gritted his teeth: "The Third Flag Regiment... cut off the rear! The Third Flag Regiment may suffer the greatest loss. There are insufficient war horses. I need you to give the best horses priority to supplement the first and second flag regiment! And when the enemy counterattacks, you must firmly block the pursuers..."

Speaking of this, the fat man could no longer bear to see the expressions of the generals. He turned his head and said fiercely: "It takes a quarter of an hour to rectify, and the whole army will start camp! You guys, this battle... is just a death, please move forward with all your might!"

All the generals said nothing, and after saluting Ruer silently, they turned around and left proudly.

Seeing these silent generals leaving one by one, the face of the crown prince Garcia also changed, as if he wanted to say something, but these officers left without looking at Garcia.

"Your Highness...or, I should call you Your Majesty at this moment." Ruhr turned around and looked at the pale crown prince: "I must make it clear to you in a few words."

"General Ruer, please tell me."

"My whole army has been starving for nearly a month! My whole army has maintained its intact combat power at present only eight thousand war horses! I can only raise 10,000, 10,000 tired and hungry cavalry riding under-stabilizing war horses! But I have to attack the defense line of hundreds of thousands of rebels without any plan or preparation! In this battle, the Rodria cavalry regiment will suffer huge losses, and even the end of the group's destruction is not without. But I promise you that no matter what, even if these ten thousand people fight the last drop of blood, I, Ruhr, will definitely send you into the city!"

Ruer smiled miserably, but in this smile, there was more ferociousness.

"We, the people in the army, are the duty of serving the country! But I ask Your Majesty to not forget today! Don't forget the blood that the Rodria shed for His Majesty and for this empire today! Don't forget these ten thousand heroic souls who know how to die but are generous!!"

Garcia stood solemnly, then faced Rule: "I swore again, and I will never forget today for the rest of my life!"

Ruer looked at the crown prince in front of him, the supreme who was about to become the new emperor of the empire: "Please prepare your clothes, I will clean up."

After Garcia silently walked out of the tent, Ruhr had already sat down heavily.
To be continued...