Day 20 of the Noxian retreat.

The compromise had to be made.

Because an urgent order was delivered from Bilgewater to Chen Senran as quickly as possible.

There is only one word on it, "hit", signed by Planck, and added with his triple seal.

It represents his extremely eager mood.

This shows that the situation in Bilgewater is already very bleak, and the Council's ship is most likely already testing the waters.

Now is the critical moment.

Although Chen Senran and Plank have become inseparable, and maybe after this battle it will be the time to part ways, but at least before that, they are still on the same front.

So it must be fought.

The final result was that the Resistance Army and the Guns and Roses Army all attacked, while the Ninja Army of the Kinkou Sect and the remnants of the Old Kingdom of Ionia stayed behind at Mount Tenno.

This is an absolutely dangerous decision.

But it is also an absolutely helpless decision.

Chen Senran knew exactly what Ji and Louis XIV were planning, but he had absolutely no choice.

It is impossible for him to use force to coerce them at this time, because if there is internal fighting, it will be what the Noxians want to see the most.

So I have to say that the other party's conspiracy was successful, at least half of it was successful.

Now Chen Senran can only listen to the two bastards talking softly, oh, I think we should stay safe, or we can stay here to avoid being cut off by the other side, and then refuse with a stubborn attitude

Go to war.

The only good thing is that the Kinkou Sect symbolically sent out their three shadow ninjas, with less than 500 people as scouts to assist the army in fighting.

Five hundred people are really not enough to fill the gap between teeth.

"So you really plan to let them be safe behind our backs, ready to stab us at any time?" Graves was holding a cigar in his mouth and still reading a book on the horse. These days, he has been reading like crazy, even he

The beloved gun was hanging weakly on the saddle at the moment, having not been wiped for several days.

"That's all we can do now." Chen Senran rode beside Graves.

Beside him were more heavily armed Guns and Roses soldiers.

This is a vast plain, and more than 50,000 troops have filled this land to the brim. Just looking down from a high place, it is really an extremely spectacular scene.

"This is not like you." Graves flipped through the book without raising his head. The spring breeze blew across the plains, pulling the smoke of the cigar on his mouth extremely high. He said slowly, "You don't like to suffer.

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"Yes, I don't like to suffer losses." Chen Senran answered with a smile.

"Speaking of which." Graves scratched his scalp, raised his head, stretched, looked around and asked, "Why can't you see that little thing?"

"I'll let it do something interesting." Chen Senran replied nonchalantly, his brisk smile not smelling of deception in the warm spring breeze.

"It seems that some people are going to be unlucky again." Graves smiled and continued to read with his head down. While reading, he smacked his lips and said, "Ah, I really want to drink some rum."

This is spring, and the spring breeze blows across the great plains of Ionia. The air is full of the smell of spring flowers, and there is no smell of blood that is about to drift away.

Spring is so nice.

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Spring is very good.

But for some people, spring is anything but pleasant.

Jason has been marching on this damn endless plain with the remnants of his two thousand men for a long time.

This was the fifteenth day of their landing. After experiencing a series of bad things like sudden storms, running aground on rocks, and shitty deviations, they finally landed on the coast of Ionia West Island as they wished.

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Jason originally thought that a group of Noxians would be caught off guard waiting for him. After easily defeating them, he asked their highest officer about the location of the Noxian rear camp.

When the Noxians were fighting fiercely on the front line, a surprise force broke in and captured the Noxians' rear in one fell swoop. This laid an unparalleled achievement, and from then on it rose to prominence and left its name in history, just like in countless legends.

As written.

But the reality is that he saw nothing. There were neither panicked Noxians nor extraordinary feats waiting for him. There were just vast wilderness and desolate landscapes without a grain of rice left.

village.

The Noxians who were supposed to dominate the western island of Ionia disappeared as if overnight.

"Sir, do you want to continue moving forward?" His adjutant quietly came up and whispered to Jason.

"What's your problem?" Jason also lowered his voice and looked ahead casually. His throat was a little dry due to lack of water.

"Food..." the adjutant only said one sentence and did not dare to say any more.

The food problem had been exposed a day ago. Although they received strong support from Proto before departure, during the subsequent sea voyage, a ship had to be abandoned because it ran aground on rocks. Although the soldiers on the ship barely rescued

came down, but all the supplies in that boat sank to the bottom of the sea.

Originally, this wasn't a big problem, because Jason initially had the idea of ​​​​fighting to support war. As soon as he landed, he looted the Noxians to obtain necessary supplies. You must know that he was favored by Gangplank.

, a large part of the reason is that he is very good at survival in the wild, so he did not take this problem seriously before.

But now, this problem is urgent.

Many soldiers were already marching hungry.

Even he, the chief officer, didn't finish today's lunch.

"How long can we last?" Jason asked gloomily.

"If we save on food, we can last for up to three days, but..." the adjutant hesitated and said, "In this case, the brothers' combat effectiveness will be very low. If we encounter a large enemy force, we are afraid..."

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Jason waved his hand resolutely, "If you can last three days, then you can last three more days."

"Sir..." The adjutant's voice was filled with panic. If he didn't get supplies in three days, even if he really encountered the Noxians, he would be dead...

"We have no way out, idiot." Jason looked at the timid adjutant and shouted with bloodshot eyes, "Now the only way we can have a chance of survival is to move forward. If we retreat, we will only die!!!"

He almost said the last few words through gritted teeth and tightly grasped the hilt of the sword.

So to say that Planck selected him is indeed correct in a sense.

He is really a very qualified gambler, a standard Planckian gambler.

A crazy gambler who must die if anyone stops him from gambling.

And what neither he nor they discovered was.

At the limit of their vision, a pair of sinister eyes quietly retreated into the shadows. (To be continued...)

ps: First update.
Chapter completed!