The strong wind wrapped around the gray soil and fell leaves, hitting everyone's faces, messing up his hair. The flags behind him were rushing, and the solemn birds were unwilling to approach. Lyon touched the newly grown Hu stakes on his chin, and even felt thrust by himself. It was still easy for the Grand Leader Rudolph. He was a bald head, his beard was shaved and clean, and he did not have as many worries as Lyon.

The eldest lady was also in a very embarrassing state. She couldn't open her eyes by the wind, and her long curly hair was in a mess. Lyon was even more worried that Schultz, whose father fell into the hands of the enemy, and even if he came back in the future, he would be investigated for losing his troops. The son of the Knight Commander's face was as calm as usual, and he sat straight immediately, unable to see his inner thoughts. He was not reflected in his emotions, and Lyon admired him very much.

"They won't come, are they?" The commander of the group twisted uneasy. He was forcibly pulled over by Lyon and Schultz. Even at the critical moment when the troops were at the city, Rudolph tried to remain neutral.

"Please don't worry, Duke Rick will definitely come." Lyon appeased the commander of the great regiment. It didn't matter if he didn't say anything. As long as he was present, he could express his attitude. Let the Rick army, who had the advantage, have some concerns and not come to the door immediately.

The main force of the Thirteenth Legion just arrived and was exhausted and had to rest. The reason why he agreed to meet with Duke Rick was to gain time.

"Why choose the top of the mountain? It can be seen clearly without any cover." Helena complained. The wind blew up her cloak, and it looked like a big bag.

"The Duke might catch us all here to save us the trouble in the future." The mage speculated.

His troops are several times more powerful than me, and there are also Orientals who help, so they don’t need to play with the slut. Lyon didn’t tell the truth so as not to hurt the young lady’s self-esteem. Helena is very sensitive and is more aggressive than a pregnant cat.

"Here you!" Lyon pointed at the front and shouted.

A small team of cavalrymen rushed down from the hills in the distance, no more than ten, as agreed. The cavalry got closer and closer, and the details of the blue flag became clearer, and it was a golden octopus. There were two Orientals walking with the Duke's cavalry. The exotic flag-holders were wearing brown armor, and the red tassels on the helmets were shaking violently because of the speed of the horse. Orientals did not use heralds, and there was a square character written in the middle of the green flag, which Lyon could not understand.

The cavalry stopped a dozen steps away, and both sides raised their hands to greet each other. The Duke brought his eldest son Geralt, his Eastern friend, and a knight whom Lyon did not know.

"Hisser of the Brave, it is my honor to see you again." Before the Duke could speak, Geralt snatched the first, and the young man said it sincerely.

Lyon smiled unnaturally and felt a little embarrassed. Sooner or later, everyone met, and Geralt was too kind.

The Duke coughed twice, and his son immediately shut up.

"I wonder what the Duke is trying to say today?" Lyon took a look at the overall situation.

"I want to ask you to give way, so I can go directly to the capital and clarify the facts to His Majesty in person." Before Lyon could answer, the Duke smiled and waved his hand, "I know this is impossible, but Lord Wood, please think about it carefully. Do you really believe me, will the dignified Duke Rick assassinate the royal heir?"

Why do I think it is important? This question is very unfair to him. I was still there when Victoria was assassinated... He didn't dare to think about it. The terrifying memory was like a living bottomless pit, and he didn't even dare to spy on it.

The Windsor family ruled the empire for a full three hundred years and sat firmly on Diaoyutai. The great nobles stayed in their respective fiefs, the royal family had direct provinces and legions, civil servants and mages served the emperor, and the citizens could also speak out through the parliament. When foreign enemies invaded, the great nobles fulfilled their obligations and formed an army to serve the emperor. This system maintained the stability of the country and implemented no major changes for hundreds of years.

However, is this really the case? Before going to war, the Prime Minister invited him to have a meal at home. The Prime Minister's wife led his two daughters to cook in person. The women ran in and out for a long time, but they served some very "special" dishes.

The main dish is slum stew. The ingredients come from fish heads, chicken feet, fishy pigs, and scraps of various meats that are abandoned in the market. These things are cheap, or they are simply thrown to the ground. As long as you don’t think they are dirty, bend down, you will have as much as you want.

The stew pot was very big, and the wife took the help of her daughter to serve the table. The Prime Minister specially gave the servant a day off, and the servants in the restaurant were all guest appearances. Lyon smelled it and the taste was unexpectedly good. It was impossible for the Prime Minister's kitchen to lack cooking spices.

Desserts are a bunch of messy fruit peels. People who can afford to buy fruits will not eat them, but they can satisfy the poor who cannot taste the fruits on weekdays.

The bread served with the meal was so hard that it could kill people. The Prime Minister cut a piece for everyone as a stew. The poor eat this thing, even if it would knock off teeth, it would be better than moldy.

The Prime Minister's family eats no change in their faces, and Lyon is no less favorable. The adults here do not have a title to inherit, and their current status depends entirely on their own hard work, and they have suffered more or less.

None of the emperors, nobles, and churches do not collect taxes. Both ordinary citizens and rural farmers pay a large number of taxes. If there are fewer nobles who enjoy the tax exemption policy, especially those with fiefs that exceed the provinces directly under the jurisdiction. As long as the shriveled treasury can be enriched, the government will not always have to stare at the wallets of the poor. After the meal, the Prime Minister invited Lyon into the study, which was very blunt.

The nobles did not assume the obligation to pay taxes because they wanted to fight for the emperor, but the actual effect was very poor. The Prime Minister shook his head and Lyon sighed. Both of them were victims of the great nobles' private troops and failed to do their best.

He couldn't remember how long he had been in a coma, and the feeling of thirst awakened Lyon. He opened his eyes and saw a pale face. The man's eyes were dull and had long died. Lyon pushed away the corpse pressing on his body, and was forced to break the arm of another dead man, and then crawled out of the pile of corpses. He wanted to shout, but his cracked throat couldn't help, and then he found that he couldn't stand up. Lyon crawled among the dead, fortunately found a water bag with half a bag of water inside. He raised his head and did not waste a drop.

He lay down and rested for a while, and the crow pecked at his comrades' bodies beside him, but he had no intention of rushing. When his strength recovered, Lyon grabbed a spear, supported his body and stood up, and tried to walk forward a few steps. Fortunately, there was no fracture on his body. It was already early in the morning, and the chaos at night helped him save his life. He walked along the gap between the corpses, and in some places, most of the corpses piled up into hills. Some of them were burnt, and the bodies of the dead were condensed into groups, unable to tell each other. He walked for a long time, but no living person saw him. Had the enemy cleaned the battlefield? He was in a heavy mood and had difficulty walking.

"..." He heard someone talking, a language similar to a whistling was definitely not something humans could say. He wanted to escape, but he heard imperial language mixed in it. Lyon hid in the pile of corpses in the direction of the sound.

The corpses became fewer, and he also found the source of the sound. They were the Lizardman, the infantry of the Dragon Legion, and the distant relative of the Dragon. There were three enemies, and the captured prisoners knelt on the ground, and a dispute broke out between the Lizardman. The tallest and strongest lizardman pointed at the human with a scimitar, comparing an assassination action. The other two lizardmen shook their heads, and the reptiles bared their sharp teeth at each other. This was their way of showing their strength.

The big reptile felt troublesome with the captives and wanted to kill the matter on the spot, but the two small reptiles disagreed, and Lyon guessed so much.

"Hey, rotten lizard, have you finished talking?" One of the prisoners was very brave, and he was not afraid of his hands being tied up.

The big lizardman obviously understood the imperial language, and he raised his scimitar and prepared to kill a warning to him. The two little lizardmans wanted to stop him, and Lyon was faster than them.

The spear avoided the protective armor and penetrated it into its neck, and the big guy fell down. The two little lizards were only as big as Lyon's chest, but they rushed over and overwhelmed him. The little lizard did not hold a knife, the reptile opened its big mouth, and the saliva dripped from its teeth, and they did not need weapons.

The captive was just tied up with his hands and his feet could move, and the two lizards were kicked to death.

"Thank you, man." The captive who scolded the lizard moved his wrists. The rope was tied too tightly, and even if it was cut open, it would cause difficulties in his blood circulation.

The captive introduced himself as Kohler, the captain of the Imperial Guard, and the rest were his subordinates. Lyon had never seen any of them, and was in a legion of 50,000 people, so it was normal that they didn't know each other.

How many 50,000 people have survived?

"Where is Your Majesty?" Since the other party is an imperial guard, he must know the whereabouts of the emperor.

The younger guards started crying on the spot, and several of them knelt down.

"Stand up and cry like a man." The captain glared at his subordinates, and he added, "Want to keep silent, don't lead those lizards back."

"Your Majesty..." Lyon's heartbeat was so slow that he could hear every beat.

"Die, Your Highness the Prince is dead, all are dead." The captain smiled bitterly.

If the nobles went to the meeting place at the agreed time, even if there was only one army arrived... Lyon looked at Duke Rick who was talking, and the emperor carefully planned the decisive battle in the valley. As the supportive army of the great nobles, there were only 40,000 soldiers to support the fighting army. Among them were Duke Rick and his private soldiers.

Do you still have the face to ask me? Many years have passed since the bloody storm have not been pursued, and since the current emperor has not pursued it, he has also chosen to forget it.

"If you plan to go to the capital, please go by yourself, and I will escort it myself." There was no trace of anger in Lyon's voice.

The Duke laughed loudly, his son said nothing. The influence of the great hero spread across the country, and Geralt was unwilling to humiliate the dragon-slaying hero like his father.

"I'm afraid that I was killed by the Prime Minister halfway before I arrived in the capital." The Duke finally finished laughing, and he rejected Lyon's proposal.

"I guarantee your safety." Lyon believed what he said.

"Can you guarantee that I will be fairly tried and not framed?"

"You are the Duke. Since you claim that you have no conspiracy to assassinate His Highness, why should you still worry?" Lyon could not. Rick was rich in the world, and the emperor and his prime minister were determined to win.

The Duke was dark and silent, as the negotiations could not continue. Lyon approached Helena and tilted his head and said a few words to her. The mage turned to the oriental people beside the Duke. She could speak high elf language, and most mages could do it.

"Did you get the permission of the Khan here?" Helena was afraid that the other party would not hear clearly, so she said again, "Your monarch, the Khan of the Mongols." The government has not received a formal declaration of war so far, and the identity of this army has always been a mystery.

Orientals did not wear helmets and armor like others. He wore loose robes and a yellow hair crown on his head. He was just watching the negotiations with the mentality of watching the fun, but he heard the four words "Mongolian Khan".

Helena saw his eyes glaring and her chest was fluctuating violently. Didn’t I say that right?

"Mongolian Khan?" Dongfang's face turned red. He repeated the mage's words, as if saying some dirty words, "When will the Tartars who eat raw meat and drink blood be ordered to wait for the people of the Song Dynasty?"

Helena didn't quite understand the overly obscure elf idiom. She repeatedly pondered what "Tartar" was, and this word was not in the elf language. But she understood the "Song people", wasn't that an Eastern country that was conquered by the Mongols? This explained the word "Song" on the green flag.

The negotiations ended unhappily, and the men had a gloomy face and were depressed by the coming war, but Helena was very happy, and she understood one thing.

The Duke's Eastern reinforcements were just exiled groups of survivors. In that case, if they contacted the Mongols, the Khan would definitely be willing to send troops, right?
Chapter completed!