only god

Chapter 309
Prince Tyrann was riding on a brown horse, wearing a close-fitting breastplate made of refined iron. The armor was carved into the shape of muscles, and there were patterns on the chest, both to decorate the chest and to protect the deadly parts.

There was a long crowd following behind them. They held various weapons. Most of them had no armor. Most of the weapons in their hands were short knives and daggers, as well as wooden sticks and spears with blades. Only a few soldiers wore fine armor. , the swords fastened to their waists are excellent, and they are all nobles or citizen soldiers of Deschanel.

This army is mighty and mighty enough to have 3000 people. Even if it cannot defeat the enemy army head-on, it is enough as an advance force to stir up chaos.

Prince Tai Lun turned his head and saw the soldiers marching in a long snake formation, his heart couldn't help beating a little bit.

After all, Deschanel is a small country with weak national strength, so it is impossible to form many cavalry troops. Even if the entire kingdom is searched, only 130 horses can be found. Of course, King Phillip knew that [-] horses even belonged to Seya. There were not enough seams, so he ordered people to feed rich food to some of the stronger pack horses, use them as war horses, and also included some camels, but in the end only [-] cavalry could be gathered.

Of the 130 cavalry, a full 100 people were thrown into the advance force of Prince Tyronn.

Sitting on the horse, Prince Tyrann took a deep breath. Deschanel had not fought for many years, and at most he only had a little experience in resisting the invasion of nomadic orcs and barbarians.

Logically speaking, as a prince, he should not lead the leading troops deep into the enemy's territory.

King Philip was unwilling to let his son go into danger at the beginning, but under Tyron's strong request, he finally allowed him to lead the army and sent a general who had resisted nomadic aggression to do it. adjutant.

The reason why Prince Tyronn asked for this was not because he was so willing to lead the way, but...the throne.

His elder brother is now established as the crown prince, and it seems that succession to the throne is certain, but Tai Lun knows that everything is not absolute.

"As long as... as long as I achieve unprecedented results for the entire kingdom..."

Prince Tyrann grasped the reins tightly and murmured in a low voice.

At that time, the ministers of the entire kingdom will prostrate themselves under the control of the military, and their brother's throne will no longer be stable. I have enough confidence to coerce, not, persuade my father to pass the throne to me.

Prince Tyrann tightened the rein more and more, and the horse under his crotch could not help but whine in pain.

The wailing alarmed the army behind them, and the soldiers who had been thrown into the ranks because of the famine and looked like corpses raised their eyes, and their eyes were like stagnant water.

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The civil strife in that great country was just as Prince Tai Lun wanted.

The city-states on the border were in chaos, famine crowds were everywhere, and the enemy soldiers were as white as corpses. When Prince Tyron swung his sword forward, the adjutant blew the horn and raised the battle flag, the soldiers rushed forward, even most of them People are a mob, but the momentum is still like an unstoppable torrent.

Those enemy troops had experienced famine and were unable to resist the prepared Deschanel Army. They were overwhelmed in an instant when faced with the chaotic crowd. Most of the enemy troops collapsed as soon as they fought. The appearance of no war has turned into a simple pursuit.

Prince Tai Lun easily plundered a city-state. He took away all the food and selected the strong and strong men in the city to join the army. good mercy.

The joy of his first victory made Tai Lun feel irreplaceable pride. He led a powerful army to plunder city-states one after another.

In this way, two full months have passed, and the Deschanel army led by Prince Tyrone felt like they were in an uninhabited territory. They were not only content to wreak havoc on the border like gadflies, but also went deep into the hinterland, severely injuring the enemy one after another. Army, winning one battle after another.

The army, which was originally a mob, has also become more sophisticated through the training of the war.

The wind howled over the fields full of corpses.

Plague, famine, war... Prince Tailun became a part of it. He enjoyed all kinds of favorable times and places, and the throne that was originally out of reach was getting closer and closer to him.

Prince Tai Lun saw with his own eyes that a child had just lost his father on the battlefield, turned around and knelt down in front of them begging for food, and yelled at his father who had been exiled.

Here... death also becomes insignificant, blood relationship is but a fragile word, a person's life is so small, like the dust of the earth.

Tyron showed no mercy.

It is precisely because life is so small today that he has the opportunity to make contributions.

He expects life to be even smaller, even smaller than dust.

Victory went to his head.

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In the hinterland of the great country, on the plains, Prince Tai Lun is riding on a horse, and is considering which city-state he should enter next.

The victories after victories told him that the great country was dying of illness, plagued by plague and famine, and King Nesor was a quack doctor, making the great country more and more irreversible day by day, while he was getting closer to the throne day by day.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew.

The dust on the ground was blown by the wind, and the smell of blood was everywhere.

Prince Tyrann's war horse was neighing.

His heart suddenly missed a beat.

The premonition comes suddenly, but it slides down like a comet, making people unable to start when they want to go back.

Prince Tyrann looked around, but he saw nothing.

"How long will it take for the scouts we sent to come back?"

Prince Tyrann asked the adjutant beside him.

"Should be back soon."

The adjutant said so.

The time was approaching dusk, the sun was half hidden, and the field of vision gradually weakened.

The scouts in the distance are riding horses and are slowly coming here.

Prince Tai Lun breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps the premonition just now was just his own illusion.

He kicked the war horse and wanted to ride forward to meet him.

Shout out!
Prince Tyron raised his head suddenly.

I saw a dense rain of arrows suddenly rising from a hidden slope, and under the cover of the sun, they attacked them in unison.

"Trumpets! Trumpets!"

Prince Tai Lun tore his throat and shouted loudly.

In a blink of an eye, the scout who came from afar was pierced by dozens of arrows, and he died on the ground.

Even though those arrows were like heavy rain, due to the distance, only a dozen people were hit by the arrows.

They hurriedly gathered amidst the sound of horns, the roar of men and horses filled the place, and in the distance, the flag of the enemy army had already appeared.

Prince Tyrann's head buzzed.

That's King Neshor's banner...

What they are going to face is the Royal Guards...

If people want others to be small, then they must think that they are also small and insignificant.

(End of this chapter)