Law of the Devil

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Chapter 363 [Fatigue]

The four letters, which were almost identical in content, were generally identical in content, with the exception of the recipients.

First, in a humble and respectful tone, he praised the King as the "Great Prairie Master” and then demonstrated his willingness to lead the ministry. Finally, it was agreed that on the day of the showdown, he would lead the Iron Ride of 40,000 children, enter from the side of the battlefield, join the battle, and serve the great king to death!! Meanwhile, in order to be able to attack the enemy by surprise on the battlefield, please keep a secret from the great king. After coming to Japan to defeat the enemy, he must kneel in front of the king cloud...

And the signature at the end of this letter is Saladin, the son of the slave who has always been despised by several princes.

If it was just Saladin's signature, I'm afraid the four princes wouldn't believe it. But the problem is that after Saladin's “good faith”, four people received another letter at the same time!!

And this letter has forced all four Prairie Kings to fall for it!

This is an autographed book from Hamuyeh, and, like the last one, the letters received by the four princes are all the same.

In his letter, Hammayeh expressed in a sincere manner that he had not accepted your summons when he was in the court of kings, but had taken people away with him and was not an act of fear and defection. After all, the small size of one's own tribe, with a population of only 30,000 and a strength of only a few thousand, can do little to help. Leaving yourself is actually about preserving your strength and finding strength for you!

And now, I have persuaded Saladin, the youngest prince. And Saladin has expressed his willingness to come to you with me, and with him, I have tens of thousands of armies, which will help you greatly.

Wait until the day of the showdown, you will enter with Saladin from the side of the battlefield, then…

After receiving this handwritten secret letter from Hammayeh, the four princes were truly taken for granted.

Who's Hammayeh? It was his own uncle, his father's brother, and in the court of kings, he had an excellent personal relationship with the princes.

No one believed that Hammayeh would harm himself… much less that Hammayeh would “lean on” Saladin. After all, Hammayeh is a true and noble prince! And Saladin... that's just a boy born of a woman slave, a bastard, who walked today with his charm for his father! Hmmm...

And what must be raised is the end of Hammayeh's letter, and it says a little more!

“Dear King. I don't think Saladin agreed to help us, but we can't trust this little bastard completely. I will help the king to keep a close eye on him... However, my strength is limited, it is very difficult to effectively pinch him, so please send a little person to assist me, not a lot, just give me another 5,000 soldiers, I can keep a close eye on this guy, if he dares to make a slight change, I can..."

It was the last passage that touched the four princes.

Every one of them is happy - it was the idea of our King's court's think tank prince! Well, that son of a bitch, he's probably unreliable! Besides, the uncle wants 5,000 people, the district 5,000 people, he can still squeeze himself out! If you kill that kid, he'll have to send 34,000 men! That's a very worthwhile thing.

Though his own men are also nervous, squeezing out 5,000 people is barely possible.

Therefore, after receiving the "Secret Letter”, the four righteous "Prairie Kings" all fantasized about being supported by Saladin and Hammayeh and had to respond to Hammayeh's request.

Three princes immediately ordered 5,000 people to split up and quietly left their camp far away at night. And the fourth prince, there was really no extra force, and he simply ordered a small tribe that had turned to him and sent the whole child out.

In Saladin Hammayeh's letters to the four princes, the place and time of communication were written differently. So this is what happened:

In the next three days, four different times, four different locations. When the four horses arrived at the designated point of contact, they all met with the “loyal” Prince Hammuyeh and his men.

And then... waiting for these deceitful guys is the only fate: first they were deceived by Hammayeh, unprepared, then in this place where Saladin has already ambushed them, the heavy soldiers can't fly a bird, finally they lay down their weapons, they can only accept their fate, surrender and be integrated!

All Hammayeh had to do was run four places in a row for three days and perform four plays.

And Saladin, without spending one soldier, just used one letter and exchanged more than 20,000 horses!

Even Hammayeh, known as the Think Tank, admires the idea of this empty and bold adventure.

But what he didn't know was that the idea, it wasn't something Saladin could come up with.

After completing the plan, Saladin secretly met with Alpha. Alpha faced this shady prairie man, although he didn't like the guy, but out of loyalty to Dewey, he did his job well.

“The Duchess has asked me to tell you that the plan that he gave you was the last time he helped you, and that the next thing you do, it's up to you. We will not give you any more pro bono help, and starting today, any help will come at a price. ”

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Not knowing that he had “lost” four “Prairie Kings" of 5,000 horses, he was still dreaming that he had gained strength with the support of the Hamuye and Saladin coalition forces.

And when the day of duel comes, reality crushes their fantasies!

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The four princes who were blinded by the wolf tigers on the meadow finally made up their mind to fight! Because none of them can hold off, they must defeat their brothers as quickly as possible, and then be strong and victorious in order to subjugate perhaps those tribes who look down on them.

This is the only way.

So, this morning, the men and horses of the Quartet gathered on this prairie, the drums of war beat, the horns blown, the cavalry polished their machetes, the horse's nose sprayed white, anxiously kicked the horseshoe...

Snowy machetes, in the sun, shine a golden ray of light.

And ridiculously, the four princes look at the sides of the battlefield at the same time… waiting for their "Wonder Troops”.

At noon, when the sun shined on the top of its head, on the side of the battlefield, a hidden battle horseshoe sounded. Then, above the horizon, a large amount of dust was raised. I didn't know how many cavalry soldiers were coming. The dust that covered the sun undoubtedly inspired the confidence of the four prairie kings!

And, before the dust, a group of cavalry men were running, and they were carrying the flag, and it was Saladin and Prince Hammayeh!!

The most ridiculous and satirical scene took place at this moment.

The four prairie kings, almost simultaneously, pointed to the dust that was flying from afar, then turned around and, with the confidence of a victor, shouted and proclaimed at their men with a reddish face: "Look! My brave boys! You see those people in the distance? Those are the reinforcements brought to us by Prince Hammayeh!! Our reinforcements are here!! Victory, belongs to us!! Now, lift your machetes and attack the enemy!! ”

Though there are some people who feel that the flying dust, though very moving... far away from the horseshoe sound, is not as much as you might imagine. At this juncture of tension, however, no one has time to reflect on these issues.

So... the horn of the attack sounded, the warriors raised their machetes, prompted the horses to fight, and began the irreversible slaughter...

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“Do you think they'll play?” Saladin smiled at Hammayeh right next to her.

Hammayeh thought, and he immediately said, "Yes, my lord. And... I admire your plan, hum, using only a thousand cavalry, dragging the horses behind them with branches on the ground, lifting so much dust... they must think we're all out to help them now. ”

Saladin chuckled: "So... now let's get our people on the horse and get ready to go. ”

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On the prairie, the four strands of horse totaled more than 100,000, and have already hit hard together, like a giant meat grinder, crushing all the lives that can be involved!!

Whistling, killing, shouting, screaming...

When the battle went on for a while, the four "Prairie Kings” discovered in anger that they had not joined the battle with their hopeful “reinforcements”! And the people who sent them, came back to report the news, made the four kings almost spit blood on their horses and passed out!

These so-called reinforcements came, but only a thousand men... and the dust of the sky was carried with branches stuck behind horses. And when the battle started, they... they all ran away!!

“Damn Saladin!! Damn Hammayeh!! ”

Still, the four prairie kings, in their respective armies, simultaneously cast the most poisonous curse. They nevertheless made a no-go decision.

It's impossible to stop fighting! In this situation, whoever retreats dies!

Four kings, ordering their last reserves to rush!

Life and Death, at this moment!!

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Where are Saladin's men and horses at this time?

He sent four teams, each of them 5,000. And these 5,000 men, wearing the costumes of the 5,000 men and horses sent by their brothers, bearing their banners, then playing on the battlefield indistinctly, quietly approached the home camp of the four prairie kings...

Saladin's orders are simple.

“Come on, everything's gonna be quick! Rob if you can! If you can't take it, burn it! One hit on the leg, no one delays! ”

Four princes who invested all their strength in the duel, the empty home battalion, were exposed under Saladin's claw teeth, this time, he decided to divorce his life's hate from this battle!!

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Roland Empire 963 winter.

The footsteps of winter gradually arrive.

Dewey sat in the Governor's Palace in Lulan City and received his last secret newspaper on the grassland. This was also the last letter sent by Alpha, who would then end his two-year grassland career and return to Dessarong province.

After Saladin released four brothers and a giant dove in the final battle of the Four Prairie Kings, he sent troops to raid a four-man camp, looting large quantities of goods and wealth, and even plundering a number of slave populations, which eventually grew.

Above the battlefield, that vicious battle was fought until dark, when the four beasts fought, draining their last drop of blood. Finally, two princes died in action, and one, who had to leave the battlefield with his own handicapped army, was left with fewer than 6,000 cavalry, most of them wounded, while fleeing.

The last “winner” was the eldest son of the former Prairie King. Unfortunately, the winner also paid a huge price… After he finally counted the results, he found that with the inclusion of prisoners of war, less than 30,000 people remained in his full strength.

And... his home camp was copied by Saladin.

30,000 people... relying on 30,000 defeated soldiers, what king?

So, in the dark, the winner set fire, burned the battlefield, burned his flag, and left in a southeasterly direction.

And the only winner of this war is Saladin!

His strength swelled to a level. After the war, he had a population of nearly 100,000 and had 60,000 iron rides!

This power, on the prairie, is already a first-rate tribe.

And, smart Saladin, remember firmly what Dewey once wrote to him: Slowly called King!

He didn't raise a king's flag from beginning to end, and he didn't stand on his own. Why the prairie king? Instead, he took his army and swallowed everything around him, one step at a time, a weaker advantage than himself. Then, while the royal court collapsed, a brief vacuum of power in the southwestern direction of the grassland, flew fast and grew his own basic money...

By the time winter arrives, Saladin will have more than 100,000 troops! One leap became one of the most powerful leaders on the prairie!

And the last two of his brothers, one who had fled with thousands of remnants, ended up on the road because, after the defeat of the war, he lost his prestige and was killed by rebel men.

The other great prince, who carried 30,000 people down Manan, was annexed by another great tribe, and the head of the great prince was cut off.

In the winter, several large tribes on the prairie issued a joint declaration demanding that all tribal leaders take people to the "royal court” site, convene a prairie tribal assembly and re-elect the new prairie king.

Saladin, who received this message, merely sneered and tore the letter to pieces.

Then Saladin smiled, revealing Sambai's teeth, looking at his uncle Hammayeh in the tent, and smiled, “The Roland Tulip Duke once told me not to believe in any so-called 'elected king', the real king, who was not elected! If you want true loyalty, you can't do anything boring like push! The only way is to conquer with your machete! Kill the enemy completely, the disobedient, and eventually, the rest of you, become your own people before you can gain true loyalty. ”

“So… are we not attending this congress?” Hammayeh asked.

“Participate, why not.” Saladin said: “Go as my representative. But remember, we only push others to be kings, and it's not right for us. ”

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After reading the last letter, Dewey handed it to Philip around. Philip smiled and looked at it, and he nodded: "Duke, it seems… we don't have to worry about the threat to the grasslands for the next decade. ”

Dewey nodded and endorsed Philip's words.

“The former royal family was too powerful to calm down the entire meadow, so the prairie people would be quietly united under the royal court. But now, the mightiest royalty has fallen apart. The remaining large tribes, even the largest ones, are far from strong enough to contain the entire grassland without an overwhelming advantage. So even if someone is elected king, they will still be unable to sit in this position, and soon a new challenger will come forward and start a new civil war. According to our calculations, the civil war between the prairies will probably last at least seven or eight years, and Saladin, an ambitious guy, will probably take longer. So, for 10 years, we don't have to worry about these savannahs. ”

From the beginning, Dewey had not thought of conquering the prairie, and he knew that in the present state of the empire it was impossible to do so - neither strength nor time would allow it.

Dewey never intended to send troops to invade the grasslands, even if the grassland people were devastated, even if Dewey could win the war, but “victory" and “total conquest” were completely different.

Winning wars is easy, conquering grasslands and conquering such a people is definitely not something that can be done in the short term. In that case, it would drag its own army into a mud pit.

So, Dewey's goal is to plunge the prairie into a major turmoil, a serious civil unrest, a civil war that has lasted for years, tearing the prairie apart and severely damaging their strength!! That way, Dewey can safely concentrate all his attention on more important enemies.

“Then we can withdraw a small group of troops stationed in the northwest corridor.” Philip laughed: “For the past six months, we've consumed too much just to carry water every day. ”

“Retreat… half.” Dewey thought about it: "The border can't go unprotected, leaving half enough people behind. ”

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In the afternoon, Dewey walked out of the study, rubbing his sore temple, and sighed for a long time.

Looked at the sky as if it was about to snow.

He didn't bring any entourage, he went straight through the hallway, to the other side of the castle, to a room upstairs.

In the room, there was a loud sound.

Pushing the door open, still a few beautiful girls dancing, while the person sitting in the middle playing the piano...

Dewey suddenly felt tranced and sighed until he could see clearly.

Allou, this big snowy mountain assassin, is sitting in the middle in a Roland woman's long dress -- even in her piano posture, just like that beautiful girl in the moonlight.

Dewey walked into the room with both hands in his arms and let everyone out, leaving only Ello.

Alou's expression was gloomy, and she even looked at Dewey with a provocative look.

In fact, her attitude towards Dewey had been the same in the months since Moon's death, but Dewey hadn't embarrassed her, even if she was making a scene, and Dewey had only locked her up for two days.

“You… what are you doing here again?” Arrow stares at Dewey: “Is he sending someone to die this time? ”

Dewey shook his head, and then his hand came out from behind him, hallucinating a light in his hand, and he had taken something out of the magic ring and held it in his hand.

This is an accordion, a crystalline string that is apparently carefully scrubbed and spotless every day.

“Your piano sounds great.” Dewey softly said: "So this violin is for you. ”

Allou didn't speak.

The next sentence by Dewey shook Araud so hard.

“This violin... was left behind by her. I've had the violin since she left. ”

Allou picked up the violin and gently paddled his fingers across the string.

Then Dewey walked up to the window and looked at the distance, turning her back to Ello: "Play me a piece. ”

As if he still wanted to object, but when he spoke to his mouth and didn't know what was going on, he became: "What do you want to hear?" ”

Dewey was silent for a while and said, "She used to play whatever tunes she liked, just play them. ”

A gentle and harmonious string sounded and the smooth tune fell into Dewey's ear, sighing.

The eyes fell far away.

He looked in the direction, just north!!

The clouds on the sky are very low...

“It seems to be snowing soon.” Dewey mumbled as if, “A year has come. It's been a year... two years left... it's going so fast, only two years left. ”

Although this guy turned his back on himself and couldn't see his expression, Allou obviously felt tired in the voice of the increasingly dignified Juvenile Duke this weekday!

Yes, tired.

It's the kind of exhaustion that empties your heart.

“Two years… what does he mean by two years? And... is there anything else that makes him so worried, so tired, that he wants the wind, the rain...” Ariel thought quietly in his heart.

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