Chapter 139 Before the Battle

"This is the current situation in the country."

Byron was dressed in military uniform and pointed his finger at the map on the wall. This map has been carefully processed, and the distribution between various forces is outlined in different colors.

Not only were the officers in his army, but also a large number of civilian officials. Byron was indeed a smart man. In fact, this meeting was out of the scope of a military meeting, but was an inspiration meeting, a mobilization meeting, and a meeting that strengthened everyone's confidence.

"If our Queen sends troops, our troops will never exceed 30,000." Byron looked around his subordinates and said confidently. "Her only has two offensive routes."

His hand pointed to the map. "This is her first marching route, crossing the river from the river beside the river. This is also the way we retreated before. The advantage of this road is that the terrain is wide, the road is sound, and it is convenient to advance and retreat. And if you can control the ferry, you can ensure the safety of your retreat. If she walks like this, we will be here." His hand aims at a position on the map. "War with her. We will have twice her strength, and there are two castles as support. Finally, we will have a flat and vast battlefield where we can fully exert our combat power."

"What do you think, Essin?" Clio asked his friends gently. This was the first time Essin attended a military meeting in a long time. But then again, as long as the officers were, everyone came. There were no chairs arranged in the entire hall - because there were too many people and I couldn't sit down. This was because Byron's important goal was to make all his subordinates have confidence in winning. Because no matter what, he was also hostile to the Queen, and his subordinates' shakedown in this case was not too much.

"Ashrufate will never take this path," Essim replied. "If I were Asshrufate, I would not have taken this path. Because in this case, it would be a must-be defeat."

"Can the Duke win?"

"You can win," Essin replied. "After the advantage is as big as a certain limit... wisdom will be difficult to play. Essus Ruffat may be greatly surpassing military talents, but no matter how outstanding an ant is, it cannot withstand the elephant's random step."

Cleo nodded and stopped talking.

"There is another road, here." Byron pointed at another location on the map. "It must pass through the mountains. If Ashurufate walks from here, he can avoid the defense line we have arranged. He can even directly pose a threat to Fornoros. But the problem is... I have sent someone to carefully understand the situation of this road."

Byron looked at everyone. "The answer is that the terrain is complicated and the roads are seriously damaged, and it will not be accessible to the army unless it takes enough time and manpower to repair it."

People with military experience nodded one after another. Byron’s basic strategic idea is defensive combat, so this means that he only needs to defend one side. In other words, one side can gather all its forces to defend one place. This is very strategically beneficial.

"Bayer, I order you to stay in Fornoros!" Byron began to issue orders one by one. He was determined to lead his army to fight this battle of victory, so he let his eldest son stay in his lair. "I will give you five thousand soldiers, and you can recruit militias at your own pace in actual conditions. Under any circumstances, you must aim to protect Fornoros itself and not fight easily."

Byron's order was not unexpected. When he was regent, Byerheim took charge of Fornoros City, and now he is just returning to his old state. In addition, although Byer was punished by his father for material problems, he immediately took the risk of sneaking into the Hawk City and made outstanding achievements. Because of this, Byron quickly regained his trust in him.

However, in fact, many people think that this is just a pretending thing. How can a father not favor and trust his outstanding son? However, many people still think that Byron is indeed a monarch with clear rewards and punishments.

"See the order, sir." Byerheim stepped forward and saluted and accepted the order.

Byron began to issue orders one by one, assigning each person to lead his troops to arrive at the battlefield that Byron had booked.

"Duke," Essin couldn't help but stand up. Cleo wanted to pull him, but unfortunately he couldn't.

"Esing? What, do you have any opinions?" Byron asked slightly surprised.

"Dude, are you going to wait on the battlefield you have booked...Ashu Rufate?"

"Of course." Byron replied. Although he had no experience or talent in military affairs, at least he knew that there were many advantages to arrive at the battlefield first. At least he could not have time to arrange the battlefield and arrange traps.

"But if Ashu Rufate insists on forcing his troops from that path..."

"This means he must throw away all his baggage." This time he spoke. "In addition, he will suffer a lot of losses in the march, especially the horses. In this way, his army's combat power may be reduced by half."

"Even so, it is better than him facing our army who is waiting for work on the plains." Essin replied. "Because although the winning rate is very low, at least he can take a gamble. If he is in that battlefield... he doesn't even have a 'very low' chance of winning."

"What do you think?" asked Byerheim. "Can we divide our army into two armies and separate our forces to fight the enemy?" His voice asked provocatively. At this moment, the bad relationship between Byerheim and Essin was no longer a secret in Fornoros.

"Duke," Essin stepped forward and came to Duke Byron. "I think our army can reach here." His hand pointed to the map. Everyone could see that Essin chose the position between the two routes, and there was a small town here. "Here, it is very convenient to rush to two sides."

"Then, if Ashu Rufate comes along the road, it means that our two castles will hold on their own for two or three days in the enemy's attack." Bairheim said in a sarcastic tone. "What a great suggestion."

"If those two castles cannot be kept for three days, it will be meaningless..."

"Essin," Byron waved his hand, his movements as if he was driving away an annoying fly. "We have an advantage, that is, our spies can inform our enemy's actions at any time. It doesn't cost any money. Just a few messaging scrolls and buy one or two soldiers. Ashu Ruffatt comes on the main road, and we can wait for it. If Ashu Ruffatt walks on the small road... As long as we get information in time, we can still arrive in time and intercept his way."

"Dude, as long as the enemy manages the army properly, the spy will not be supported." Essin replied. "If an accident occurs... it means that the enemy has the opportunity to arrange a battlefield. Maybe he will set up some traps to offset the gap in force. We have a double advantage in force, but Garunas destroyed Tiberi's army with one-third of the force."

His last sentence was too fast and too urgent, and his tone was too serious. Byron's face was a little uneasy. Although he didn't mind using this opportunity to show his wisdom, Essin's words were a bit too much.

"Do you think I was the fool of Tiberius back then?" Byron snorted coldly.

"I don't have that intention, sir, I just..."

"Enough, I know." Byron said. He no longer cared about Essing, but turned to others. "Everyone, although the enemy is weak this time, we must not underestimate the enemy..."

Essin did not listen carefully to Byron's passionate speech, and retreated to his original position, which was next to Cleo. Cleo clearly saw his friend clenching his fists.

"Essin..." Clio said softly. He didn't understand military affairs, and he didn't know why Essin was so excited.

"We were bound to win," Essin said softly in an indescribable tone. "But now, we have given the enemy a chance to defeat us."

...

The mother-in-law gently put neck armor on her.

Apart from the helmet, this is the last part of the armor. The one in the mirror no longer looks like a queen, but a young knight. The little girl turned halfway. It fits very well, and can even be said to be perfect.

"How is it, mother-in-law, is it good-looking?"

"I can't say anything. I'm really the best queen!" The mother-in-law replied with a gentle smile.

This is not the set of ritual armor she wore before. That set is actually not armor at all, but just a leather jacket coated with silver powder, but it just looks like a pair of armor. Compared with that set of "leather jacket", the set she wore was real armor. Although it was thin, it was made of steel. This was the first time since she grew up.

She looks heroic and full of vitality in the mirror. But she looks fresh, but wearing this full armor feels really bad. The main reason is that the weight of the armor itself has caused her body to become dull. In addition, the limitations of joints also make the body very unfree.

The little girl took a few steps. After putting on the armor, her body's center of gravity was different, and it was really inconvenient to move.

"Your Majesty, are you finished dressing?" The voice of Ashu Rufate came from outside. Then he walked in from outside, wearing a full set of armor - the armor he used to guard the queen. As mentioned earlier, this set of armor is very gorgeous, and it is just right at this time.

"Ashu Rufate, how do you think of me?" Seeing Ashu Rufate, the little girl immediately asked with interest.

"Excellent." Ashu Rufat glanced at him slightly and replied.

Of course, there is a reason for the little girl to wear this armor. She will hold a oath ceremony today. She will send troops to fight against the rebels in the name of the queen. To be honest, before she announced this, others did not expect that the little queen would actually lead the army in person. At her current age of twelve, this really seems a bit ridiculous.

"Are you nervous?" Ashu Rufat helped the little girl tidy up her cloak.

"Something." The little girl said softly.

"Let's go out."

To be honest, the human psychology is really incredible. When wearing armor, the little girl actually didn't feel much nervous (but fresh and curious), but as she left the room step by step and walked outside, an inexplicable pressure quickly grew in her heart. When there was only one last section of the road left, she almost lost the courage to take steps. She is now going to the battlefield...the real battlefield. This is not a game or a fantasy, but the reality of the iron horse and flesh flying everywhere.

"Ashu Rufate..." The little girl found that her throat was so stiff that she couldn't even speak.

"What's wrong?"
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