Although Leto is a novice in military command, he has been regent for many years and is very experienced in the world. After hearing the staff's words, his brows frowned even tighter.

"Maybe... General Berel, he had this plan from the beginning." The aide continued boldly when he saw Leto not answer. "This is why he took on this dangerous task..."

If the deputy general and the chief general command the battle together, the credit made by the deputy general is equivalent to the credit of the chief general. Although objectively this is a bit unfair, in the general concept, this is what happened. But if the two sides separate, the situation will be completely different. Everyone can see the current situation. If you act according to Berel's suggestion, the final result will be that Leto will remain in place to restrain the main vampire force, and Berel "recovered" the entire Sivania region.

It's not Leto's turn to share this credit. Even if he defeats the vampire in the end, everyone will think that Leto is just a supporting role in this war - although he is the main general. If a triumphal ceremony was really held for Belar (which is very likely), Leto will not only be a supporting role, but even become a clown.

But on the other hand, all of this was done perfectly and without any omissions. Afterwards, Leto could not blame Berel, nor could he gain sympathy for himself. Even if he knew that Berel had a small plan in his belly, he could not do anything.

"Your Highness, if you do nothing like this... then you..." The remaining half of the sentence was not said, but everyone knows what the following half means.

"The current situation is that our army and the vampire are facing each other for about a day and a stalemate between them." Someone said. "It seems that the vampire is determined to ignore the Rangers. We cannot expect the vampire to be attracted by the Rangers, but we must take measures."

This is a fact. The vampire's action itself shows what he wants to do. In the original expectation, the ideal result of the Rangers' detour behind the enemy was to attract vampires. Leto could take the opportunity to defeat the remaining undead legion and enter Sivania. However, the vampire did not cooperate, which led to the current bad situation.

"We can obviously defeat the Immortal Legion and eliminate vampires easily. Why should we delay the war for so long? Summer has arrived," Leto said suddenly. "The hot weather will come soon, and it is not good for our army to drag it down. Moreover, the army will consume a lot of daily consumption, and ending the war as soon as possible is more beneficial than delaying." Suddenly, Leto seemed to have made up his mind. "Since that's the case, why bother to delay like this?"

"Sir, but the valley is too narrow to accommodate a large army. The vampire guarded the exit, and the terrain in that area is not good for us. The vampire's undead legion can pass through complex terrain that our soldiers and horses cannot cross, and attack our army from all directions."

"Yes, we can't fight in the final battle." Leto came to the side of the map. The map was huge, spread out on the conference table, half on the table, and half hanging in the air. "Here, purple stone!"

As can be seen from the map, Ryan's army has arrived at the south of the purple stone at this time. In other words, if this place is chosen as the battlefield, Leto must retreat with his entire army. Then it brings the next question - what should I do if the vampire refuses to follow him?

I must find a way to attract the vampire... Before Leto could speak up for his subordinates' suggestions, a sound of horse hooves came from outside.

Near the big tent, horse riding was prohibited. The sound of horse hooves could only show one thing. The scouts ahead had an emergency military situation. Leto looked at the door. As expected, the curtain door of the big tent was quickly lifted up, and the guards came to Leto with a hurried scout. Nothing else was needed. The expression of the scout alone was enough to prove that something big must have happened.

"Your Highness," the scout stepped forward and reported half-kneeled. "The vampire is mobilizing his undead legion and is now rushing towards our army."

"When did it happen?"

"This afternoon. Although the Undead Legion is slow in moving, it will definitely arrive at our military camp before noon tomorrow."

The camp of Ryan's army was actually the camp built by the Bin tribe before. Although the wooden walls that resisted the enemy, trenches and mounds that placed cannons have been demolished, the level land and compacted ground cannot be removed. Using the original foundation, the new camp can save a lot of time and is quite solid. If it can be defended according to the camp, it will be difficult for vampires to break in. However, Leto is not satisfied with repelling the small achievements of the Immortal Legion attack.

"Tell me the order, and the whole army retreated towards the purple stone." Leto ordered quietly. Only he knew how excited he was. It was like dozing off and giving him a pillow. The vampire wanted to come and fight to the decisive battle, that was just right.

The marching speed of the Immortal Legion, especially the marching speed, is quite slow. Because the main body of the Immortal Legion, that is, the zombies, is very slow to move. Leto thought it very clearly that he would have a whole day to arrange the battlefield and fight against vampires.

...

"General, His Highness the Prince, I'm sending an urgent letter." As Robin hurried into the room, Beller was sharing dinner with a group of officers. The dinner was a fat goose with dripping oil on the stove, a large plate of potatoes and bacon, some bread, and a few bottles of red wine. When Robin came in, Beller was holding a large plate of butter dripping from the fat goose.

"Urgent letter?" Berel was calm and was not scared by these words at all. He held the plate in one hand and took a bottle of jam from the table with leisurely hands, and skillfully dripped a small amount of jam into the plate.

"What did you say, Robin?" After saying this absent-mindedly, Beller immediately turned his gaze back to his plate. His hands turned the plate, trying hard to mix the jam and goose oil evenly.

"His Royal Highness is about to fight the vampires. He ordered us to march into other parts of Sivania immediately to attract vampires as much as possible and reduce the pressure on the front line." Robin finished speaking in one breath. All the officers changed color, only Belar was still dealing with his goose oil and jam.

"I know." After a while, Beller answered casually. Then he put the plate on the table, picked up a piece of bread in one hand, dipped it in the plate, and put it into his mouth. After a long time, perhaps because he realized that everyone was looking at him, Beller finally looked around.

"What's wrong with everyone?"

"General, this... the order of His Highness the Prince..." Belar's attitude was confusing, and it took a long time for someone to stammer. "Do you think... unreasonable?"

"Unreasonable? Why do you think so? What do you think we are doing here?" Berel asked back. "Aren't we doing what His Highness ordered us to do?"

People looked at each other but didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Berel looked around everyone and suddenly laughed. "Have you made a mistake? The reason why we strengthened our defense and hoarded food here is not to deal with the undead legion of vampires. Because I judged that vampires would not attack us at all."

"This is because," when Beller spoke, he took the whole roast goose off the fire fork and began to cut it with a knife. Because the roast goose was very hot, he was very careful. "The Blood Duke is very strategic and he will not do such a fool. If he attacks us, even if he can destroy us cleanly, it will be a very unprofitable deal. Because it means that he must lead the army away from the exit of the main road and allow our main force to enter Sivania. Standing in the position of the Blood Duke, he eliminated the Rangers but lost the favorable terrain for defense, which is a very loss-making deal. Not to mention that we have occupied the city, it will take some tricks to destroy us no matter what."

Robin said nothing. He instinctively knew that Beller was not telling the truth, but he could not see any problem logically.

"So." Beller made a forceful gesture, and the knife in his hand drew a circle in the air. "The main purpose of our here is to restrain the shore tribe."

"Bin clan?" Several officers were stunned for a moment.

"Yes, the Bin tribe." Belle replied. "The Bin tribe has been conquered by vampires, but a considerable portion of it survives. According to the information, there are about 10,000 troops. These troops are now obeying the orders of vampires."

"But Lord Belle. I know that we have spread rumors that the remnants of the Bin tribe and we have secretly formed an alliance, and in this way the vampires cannot trust the Bin tribe."

"That's right, but that's just a rumor after all. Vampires may believe the rumors, but we cannot be deceived by the rumors we spread. The fact is that we have not reached a secret agreement with the Bin tribe. This means that the Bin tribe is our enemy. Although the vampires are not trusted by vampires at the moment, they are not as reliable combat power as vampires. But they are ultimately on the vampires' side, which is a huge hidden danger."

"However, because our army occupied Meno, the vampire had to leave the Bin tribe to defend against our attacks. In order to prevent the Bin tribe's betrayal, he must leave an undead legion to monitor." Belle said in an extremely confident and enthusiastic tone. "In other words, we just need to move nothing here, which has attracted the vampire's troops." When he finished his last sentence, Robin saw a jackal-like smile appearing on the corner of Belle's mouth.

It was already dark. But darkness was meaningless to the Immortal Legion. The Immortal Legion was like a silent river, moving forward along the valley.

Ashu Rufate sat on the back of a nightmare horse, watching the staggering river beneath his feet.

"Master, why are you sure the Ryan will fight you?" Carrie asked in his mind.

"I'm not sure, Carrie." Ashu Rufate replied.

"Unsure? Then you..."

"Carley. But the current situation... cannot be saved by tricks. At this point, we can only rely on luck. Sometimes the fate is determined by some uncontrollable accidental factors... Along the way, we don't know how many dangers we have experienced, and many times we are almost at a distance from death! It should be said that we have lived to this day by luck. So, if I still have luck, if the flames of this strong luck have not yet been extinguished... The Ryan people will choose to fight me!"
Chapter completed!