It's already very late.

At this moment, everything around was quiet, and only a few owls were heard by chance, which showed that this dark world was not lacking in vitality.

After riding on a highway for several days, everyone was exhausted. Through the aisle, you could clearly hear snoring sounds. The outpost was quite large, and it was easy to accommodate a few people in their ranks. Fortunately, the commander here knew Berel. In fact, this respectable officer was admired by Berel. The sudden arrival of the idol in his heart made the officer flattered, so the group received good hospitality here without any effort. Berel and Robin were even treated extremely generously - the commander freed up his living room in the mail tower for the guests to rest, and would rather let himself sleep in the tent.

Robin lay on the bed, tossing and turning but unable to fall asleep. His body was very tired, while the huge questions swelled in his brain were suspended there, bothering him and blocking the invasion of the Sandman.

He had carefully analyzed and judged the situation with all the knowledge and experience he had learned - whether before or after Beller's servant. But he still felt that if the final battle occurred, the chances of winning by the Bin clan would be much greater than that of the vampire.

"Master Beller?" Robin said softly.

"Robin, aren't you asleep yet?" Beller's voice was not a sleepy murmur, but a very awake answer. Robin subconsciously understood that Beller couldn't sleep either.

"You are the same as me?"

"I'm old. It's normal for people of my age to not sleep. You're still a child...why, what are you thinking?"

"Mr. Beller, I have been thinking about what you told me during the day. But I have never figured out why you believe that vampires will win and the Bin Clan will lose? I have calculated it repeatedly according to the deduction method you taught me. No matter how you look at it, the Bin Clan has a relatively high chance of winning..."

"Ha...haha...what, it turns out you are thinking about this stupid question." Berel laughed. "Robin, you are making serious calculations."

"I did something wrong?" Beller's tone made Robin realize something suddenly.

"Well, Robin, why are you obsessed with this?"

"Mr. Berel, I have never been able to figure out this. You said that I am not suitable to be a general. I think this is what I lack. So no matter what, I want to understand your ideas."

"This matter has nothing to do with whether you are suitable for being a general." Beller's answer was unexpected. "The reason why I say that you are not suitable for a general is not your ability, but your heart, your courage and your will. Robin, in my opinion, ability is not a decisive factor. Because in extreme emotions, under the fear, anxiety and panic caused by strong external pressure, it is very easy for humans to make mistakes that he is almost impossible to make. On the battlefield, it is not like playing a 'who is better' game,

For example, if you are playing a 'who makes fewer mistakes' competition. For example, if you are now asked to command an army to fight against a strong enemy, I can guarantee that you will make a bunch of incredible mistakes that will make afterwards. If you want to become a general, you need to train again and again, try repeatedly, summarize from failure again and again, and finally, when your will is no longer shaken by external pressure, you can have the foundation to become a general. But your question today has nothing to do with this matter. I will answer your question. Put your hand on your eyes."

Beller's last sentence was a bit abrupt, but Robin did it anyway. He put his hands on his eyes. The room was dark, with only a little moonlight falling through the window, so Robin could really see nothing.

"What you see is your hands, right? No matter how you look, you can't see other things, the ceiling, the windowsill, the furniture, or the others. In short, no matter how you try, you can only see your hands. But, the ceiling, furniture and other things I just mentioned are objective and will not disappear because you can't see it."

"Sir... what do you mean..." Robin vaguely felt something, but he couldn't say it for a moment.

"That's the reason. You stubbornly believe that if the Bin tribe attacks, the vampires must face the challenge. But this premise is not true. For example, I am a vampire, so I have too many methods now. My first method is to burn all the food and supplies and kill as many people as possible to replenish my army. Is this good? I can even retreat on the same path and do nothing, and the Bin tribe will be in a great dilemma."

"If I have confidence in my mobility, then I will play hide-and-seek with the Bin tribe around Mir City. The Bin tribe cannot win a decisive victory and has no food and food support, and will collapse and collapse immediately due to hunger and fear. If I have no confidence in my mobility, then I will send a small number of undead legions to commit suicide attacks and use a series of small battles to hold the opponent's footsteps. These are some of my very shallow ideas, but you will also understand what the situation is now."

"But according to the news we received today, the vampire did not do this. He relies on Mir City as a base and plans to have a battle with the Bin tribe!"

"So this is the worst situation. Why did the vampire who has a huge advantage choose such a stupid action? Either he is confused or he has other plans. I guess the vampire has used the hostages and supplies in his hands to lure some of the Bin tribes by coercion and bribery. Then he will make these tribes turn against each other in the final battle. Hehe, if this happens, even if Kaidasa is the god of war Linfan and has a clear hand and eyes, he can only end up with a defeat..."

"That adult... shouldn't we warn Kaidasa immediately?"

"Ha... Robin, have you forgotten? The Bin tribe was originally Ryan's enemy, and we are allies of the Ryan people. Now it is the enemy fighting each other, and we are happy to see this situation. Don't think so much, just sleep well."

Robin turned his head and looked thoughtfully at the ray of moonlight thrown from the window. The moonlight now looks particularly cold and cruel.

However, this was his last thought. His fatigue had long accumulated to a height he had never seen before. Unconsciously, the Sandman occupied his mind.

But in another place far away from him, Damon had no chance to sleep.

He and his allies, a total of seven, gathered at their barracks. In order to prevent anyone from eavesdropping, they chose an unmanned open space, and the nearest guards were also twenty steps away. Everyone was silent. Now they all knew the request made by the vampire, which in some sense had exceeded the scope they could accept now.

Suddenly leading the army to turn against each other on the battlefield... Anyone with a little bit of mind knows what consequences this action will cause. If the Bin clan had a 50% chance of winning, then once Damon and the others did as required by the vampire, the Bin clan's chance of winning would be infinitely close to zero.

Although Damon originally planned to surrender to the vampire - this is because he had met the vampire and knew that the other party was not an unreasonable monster. Moreover, the vampire has always regarded himself as a noble and does not do anything inappropriate (such as killing Damon when he came to surrender). If he surrendered in time, it might be possible to bring safety to the elderly, weak, women and children.

But surrender is one thing, and blatantly turning against the battlefield is another. Damon held a letter in his hand, which was written to him by Kedasa, asking him to form the right wing in the final battle. "There is not much time, we must make a decision!" Someone finally broke the silence.

"If we do..." The one opposite Damon took a breath of air conditioning. "Our people will never forgive us. No, our soldiers will not obey us..."

"But in my opinion, things need to be analyzed in detail. Do we have a chance to win? If we have a chance to win, then it is not advisable to turn against each other. This is equivalent to harming our clan! But if you lose from the beginning, then this approach is nothing. After all, it can at least allow some people to survive..."

"If we go to a battle, we have a chance of winning..." Damon shook his head. "I know it's hard to make this decision. If we join forces with Kedasa, we have at least half the chance of defeating the vampire. If we turn against each other in the battle, then..."

"The vampires have not yet killed our tribes." Someone suddenly became excited. No matter what motives, the vampires did not do this most frightening thing after all. "If we can defeat the vampires, we can save them smoothly."

"Do you think this is the kindness of the vampire? No, it's that he saw through the essence of the matter." Damon interrupted the other party coldly. "Even if he returns our family back immediately now... that bastard Kaidasa! If he sent all the spies who monitored us to other key locations to reconnaise the enemy, then the vampire would not succeed at all!"

He cursed, but the sound of the sound interrupted the topic of the small meeting. There was a lot of noise from the military camp. The sound was a sound made by the soldiers' group, and it was obvious that there was a serious commotion.

"A vampire called?"

"Impossible... We sent so many spies, and vampires could not come... It was the soldiers who were in a turmoil." Almost all the Bin tribe's army was elected by the same tribe, so the internal relations between the army were relatively close, and large-scale riots like this rarely occurred.

But before they took action, a guard rushed over.

"What happened?" Damon asked.

"Sir, the soldiers are in a turmoil." The guard replied angrily. "Because the person who wanted the Great Elder Kaidasa to ask for food has returned. He refused to provide food for us, saying that they themselves have no surplus food."

"We just want our own food back! The ones we left when we left!" Someone asked in disbelief. Although the main supplies fell into the hands of vampires with non-combatants, each camp had several days of reserve. However, in order to speed up the marching (to rescue civilians when the vampires were not stable), Damon advanced lightly, so he only brought three portions of food. The rest were left in the original camp - but they could not find it after they came back. There was no doubt that Kedasa's subordinates took away the food after they left.
Chapter completed!