The battle started faster than anyone expected. Marcus is no doubt an excellent demagogue. His words are not just the superficial emphasis on glory and responsibility, but the interests of every nobleman are cleverly put behind these glossy excuses. In the final analysis, war costs money. Although the hatred of rat people greatly reduced the cost of mobilizing and recruiting soldiers, the loss of supplies and weapons could not be reduced.


    All parts of Cangshi have been impacted by different degrees, which can not be summarized by simple population loss. Because as a small country in a remote area, Cang lion''s supplies are not rich at all. Any territory that suffers a huge blow will drag other areas around it into the abyss of material shortage. Famine, riots, infectious diseases, the great depression, after each natural disaster, these secondary disasters will come as promised, just like hyenas and vultures who have found corpses on the grassland, tearing off their already damaged skins and dragging out the only flesh and blood inside. So the most important task for the nobles is how to avoid these problems. Now, it is the most feasible way to reduce the further loss of materials and transfer the anger of the leaders to the rat man.


    Marcus points out this point. In the face of new enemies, the nobles of Cang lion have no retreat at all. Hesitation only increases attrition, making the crumbling foundation of governance more fragile. They have to fight and they have to win. This is not for the kingdom. The kingdom will continue regardless of its victory or defeat. At most, it only changes its name and territory. This battle is for the power of all who sit at the long table, and if they want to continue to maintain their aristocratic status, this is the only way.


    So when the king''s hand and the Duke of Kroger walked out of the tent, they saw a scene of unity of mind and hatred against the enemy. It''s just ironic that the nobility who commands the soldiers at the top of their lungs is very different from the soldiers under them. Marcus sneered in the shadow of the tent and looked at the scene. "How interesting! Our soldiers are afraid of demons, but our nobles are afraid of their own soldiers. This army is like a chariot pulled by the horses of fear, and no one can escape from it. Whether the front is victory or destruction, we can only accelerate to rush up, hit him to pieces


    "As long as the broken bones are not our bones. It will take decades for the kingdom to recover. And this kind of experience will make us more united. There are too many nobles and fiefdoms in Cang lion, so we can integrate into one nation again The angry lion raised his chin, his eyes half closed in the sun.


    "A nation? What a wonderful ideal. I think at that time, we only needed one king. There was no Saron leader or liehammer leader in the whole country. Everyone was loyal to him. Are you right? " The king''s hand said to the Duke beside him. It sounds like an idealist expounding his ideal country.


    "Oh, of course. The grey lion should have been like this. The herns were too weak and too trusting. They were sheer fools. This country needs more powerful rulers to take them out of trouble. " Andrea said and clenched his fist. Judging from the expression on his face, the man he was talking about was undoubtedly himself.


    Marcus, of course, saw this, and he appreciated the ambition, because there was nothing better to take advantage of. With an air of humility, he said, "then this man should not give up the opportunity. Leading the soldiers of the whole country to defeat the demons and the rat people is a great cause that even the emperor who founded the country failed to achieve. This achievement is enough to make him ascend the throne naturally, and the support of the people will also enable him to realize his ambition


    The angry lion laughed and said nothing more. He walked up to the family members waiting not far away, including the old man who served as a consultant. Marcus saw the man at a glance, and the old gentleman met the king''s hand in the air. The eyes of the former opened in an instant, and he had seen them only in one being. But, he should be dead. That''s what the old elf said! Marcus''s hair stood up all at once, and his cold fear was like a poisonous snake on his neck, shaking his tongue gently.


    Facing the king''s hand, the old gentleman just shrugged his shoulders and said something to Andrea who came to him. Then they were ready to prepare the krogers'' army, and as he left, he gave Marcus a last glance and a meaningful smile.


    Sir Taylor Riel sat down on the long table, breathing like a fish thrown ashore. The cold sweat dripped down his forehead like raindrops, and the handkerchief had no time to wipe them off. "How can it be, how can it be..." The fat on his face trembled with tension, and the same words were repeated in his mouth. The thing he was most afraid of, the thing that should have died, hell, what a hell!


    "My Lord, Duke Kroger, please join us in the battle." The waiter lifted the curtain and said to the king''s hand, who had been sitting alone in the tent for nearly an hour.


    Marcus didn''t even remember how he got out of the camp. When he came to his senses, a large number of soldiers in square formation and in random groups had gathered under their respective flags. Fortunately, the nobles were busy making the final examination before the expedition, and no one could care to observe Marcus'' look. He calmed down and glanced around, not seeing the old man again at Andrea''s side. So the king''s hand finally calmed down and stood on the wooden reviewing platform half a man high, ready to give orders to the Lords.As he stood on the reviewing platform, Marcus noticed that of all the armies, two were the most incompatible, the royal order and the krogers. Among the numerous mixed forces, only these two units maintained high discipline and neat equipment. Although the members of the royal order were somewhat affected by the absence of the chief knight, the overall morale was still high. Thinking that this powerful force is now in command of himself, Marcus''s hand holding the scepter is slightly relaxed.


    The sun was getting higher and higher, and the commanders knew that this was the best time to send troops. Whether it''s a rat man or a demon, they are naturally suppressed by the sun, which is the best time to fight. All the nobles rode around their soldiers, shouting slogans to boost morale. Marcus could feel the steaming power of the soldiers in front of him. It was a mixture of anger, hatred, sadness, ambition and fighting spirit. Finally, when all the nobles looked at him, the king''s hand held up his scepter, and the lion on top of it glittered silver in the sun.


    "Warriors of the grey lion, for the sake of the Kingdom and for the sake of mankind, I order you to go to war in the name of the late king Hein sitter."


    "Roar!" The sound of hundreds of roars reverberated through the sky, making everything in the shadows aware that their Crusader was coming.


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