The siege did not start as planned the next day.
The snow covering the forest farm has slowed down the collection of wood, and the siege equipment built by the Sudanese engineers will not be completed until tomorrow. However, an army of 30,000 people still marched to the gate of this small city called "Butan", blocking the city gates front and back, and the sword was at war.
At noon, the Yangen rebels sent an envoy to the Sudanese military camp to ask for peace.
This rebel army that destroyed the most powerful country in the Western Continent has been forced to run out of ammunition and food after losing the support of careerists. Waiting for the Sultan to build siege machinery was nothing more than sitting back and waiting for death. The rebels' material reserves and the morale of the officers and soldiers were no longer enough to support the city.
The city of Butan is located in the corner of Yangen Plain and has almost no strategic value. The arrogant and narrow-minded rebel leaders have made too many enemies, and no country is willing to help them.
The Sudanese general knew this very well, and his communication attitude with the negotiators was extremely arrogant. Naturally, his demands were as loud as a lion's mouth, and the conditions he proposed were no different from allowing the Sudanese army to break the city.
Negotiations broke down.
After beheading the envoy, he sent someone to throw his head back to Butan City. The answer was self-evident.
There is also a letter tied to the head, the content of which is concise and concise - "Rebels, I will kill you, the immortal! Give me a pleasant word, surrender or not?"
The Sudanese general is not even afraid of the rebels fighting to the death. He is so arrogant, so he naturally has the capital to be arrogant.
Two months ago, the Yangen rebels had five cities as strongholds and more than 70,000 troops. It was he who led this army and almost crushed the rebels in a sweeping sweep. What the rebels destroyed was just the already decayed Yangen Kingdom. A hundred years ago, the rebels of this level would not even be able to see the gate of the Yangen Kingdom.
They were just a third-rate army composed of farmers, mercenaries, and adventurers. After losing the secret support of various countries, their true colors were immediately revealed. Of course the Sudanese general looked down on them. If it weren't for the crazy potion of unknown origin, he would have been able to push to this capital a month ago and bring the treasure back to the Sudanese chiefs.
The wealth looted from the destroyed Yangen is the only value of the rebels. Although the former Yangen was not as powerful as the northern and southern continents, it was still the only hegemonic presence in the western continent. The country had been in power for nearly a thousand years, and its profound heritage could only be seen after a hundred years of civil war. Although the scale of the wealth accumulated is not clear, countries around the world speculate that it is an astronomical figure. This is also the main reason why Sudan went to great lengths to mobilize an army from the front line to encircle and suppress the rebels.
Looking at the envoy's head that was thrown back, the rebel leader's face turned pale.
This is a man who is not tall but has an exceptionally strong build, as solid as an iron bucket. He has a ferocious falcon tattooed on his scalp, a hooked nose uniquely outlines his facial contours, and his eyes are extremely gloomy.
He sat at the top and said nothing, and no one among the rebel generals and officials dared to say a word.
The stagnant atmosphere lasted until the door was pushed open.
The high-pitched footsteps of Martin boots walked in unhurriedly.
"Oh, Mr. Tino. It seems like your negotiation vision was rejected by those Sudanese barbarians."
The man who walked in was dressed very appropriately, with gold lace on his collar, making him look elegant and noble. His skin color is different from that of the brown western mainlanders. He is white and cold. He is tall and has clear facial features. He has a standard southern appearance.
He walked around the head and walked gently.
"The Sudanese chiefs are different from other lords in the Western Continent. They are greedy and short-sighted, and they fight fiercely among themselves. Their desire for territorial expansion is far less than their vested interests, haha. I warned you as early as half a year ago that you should loot Share some of the wealth you have gained. This is your... 'army'." He emphasized the word "army" in a joking tone, "How can you keep your wealth in front of the hysterical wolves in the Western Continent?"
The leader, Tino, was ridiculed by the man, and veins popped out on his forehead. If another person dared to speak to him like this, he would have chopped it into pieces and fed it to the dogs. But facing the middle-aged man in front of him, he had to endure it.
Not only must you endure it, but you must also talk to him with a smiling face——
"Grand Duke Ortiz, my friend, thank you for your help. If it weren't for the magic potions you supported, my Yangen army would never have been able to survive today."
"Yengen's army?" The noble man sneered, his voice raised a lot, "The Yangen Knights a hundred years ago were able to drive out the imperial cavalry in the Western Continent, and the knight leader alone could push back the imperial army ten miles away—— What kind of rubbish are you? How dare you use this name to put money on your face? In two months, I shipped three hundred thousand gold pounds of crazy potion to you, and you can still be pushed to your hometown by the Sudanese barbarian. Under the city, are you still falsely claiming to be the 'Yen Gen Army'?"
Tino was so ridiculed that he was speechless.
In the eyes of the great powers of the Southern Continent, the countries of the Western Continent are basically equated with backwardness. Does he belong to someone like him who can't even defeat barbarians?
"Grand Duke, now that we are approaching the city, this is not the time to argue about these things! My friend, I need your help..."
"Friend? I regarded you as a friend, traveled thousands of miles to the Western Continent, and then you left me alone for three days. Is this how you treat your friends?"
"As you can see, the war situation is urgent these days, and I really can't spare the time to entertain you..."
"Don't be hypocritical." Grand Duke Ortiz interrupted him.
"Where's the thing I want? You wanted money, and I gave it to you. You wanted potion, and I gave it to you. You asked me to send someone to get it, and I'm here in person now.... You tell me The war situation is urgent? Do you want to wait until the Sultan's shield guards have razed the city to the ground before taking it out?"
Tino laughed dryly, still trying to grasp the last straw.
"If Bavaria is willing to send troops from the southern continent, how can the Sudanese army push it here? Help me restore Yangen to the country in the future. Isn't it just a matter of words if you want any treasure?"
"You are astonishingly stupid."
With the dignity of an archduke, he couldn't help but shake his head when faced with the idiot in front of him.
"Use your pig brain, why is the war situation so corrupted, with neither the north nor the south sending troops to participate in the war? Once the flag of Bavaria appears on the battlefield of the Western Continent, the empire's cavalry can push it to the Hengduan Mountains in less than a month. Who of you can stop the emperor? Emperor? Abster? Sultan? Ridiculous."
Tino sat on the broken throne that was moved from Yangen Palace, his expression changed, his hand reluctantly holding on to the gold-plated armrest.
In the end, he compromised...
"Bring the stuff."
After a while, the servant handed over a tightly sealed stone box. Tino opened the box and took out an ancient bronze lantern.
Seeing the lantern, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the Grand Duke in the audience.
"Then I won't talk nonsense. What you want is here. Help me get through this crisis, and then let my army withdraw to Bavaria and give us a place to live... Obtained from the Royal Family of Yangen I can give one-third of my property to Bavaria as settlement expenses."
The Archduke smiled.
"Deal." He said after a pause, "However, it is not easy to defend the city from these barbarians. You still need to make a small sacrifice."
"What sacrifice?"
The Archduke clapped his hands.
A guard in black appeared beside him out of thin air, holding a box of purple potion.
He took out a bottle of potion and introduced it calmly: "The fifth-level madness potion can be effective on high-level professionals. The effect is about twice that of the third-level potion. There are a hundred bottles here, so your people can After drinking, go and kill some elite barbarians."
"What about the side effects?"
"The drug is effective for fifteen minutes. It will kill you immediately after it ends... Of course, if you are strong, you may survive."
Tino's voice was hoarse and tired, "You know, I don't have any elite soldiers left in my army..."
"When you conquered Yangen King's City, the more than a hundred people beside you should still be there, right?" The Grand Duke said with a smile, "This is a necessary price, for your future of glory and wealth."
Tino was horrified.
He didn't feel sorry for the one hundred soldiers.
Rather, they feared the penetration of Bavarian intelligence networks.
These people obviously never show up...
After much hesitation.
Finally he nodded feebly.
"Give me the medicine... I'll let them attack the camp tonight."
Looking at the handover of goods below, he thought that maybe he should think about surviving for the rest of his life.
The grand duke in front of me is said to have a daughter. If she can marry this grand duke, one of the best in the south, and embrace this, it will be no worse than becoming a king of the Western Continent.
.........
After learning that the city will be attacked at eight o'clock tomorrow morning.
Peter went to bed promptly at seven o'clock.
In the system mall, I used one day of life to purchase "Misfortune and Fortune".
There is no feeling or discomfort, but the system prompts to take effect in front of me
The luck attribute was indeed as described in "Misfortune and fortune depend on each other", instantly changing from zero to minus one hundred.
He didn't believe it when he fell asleep when he was in trouble. He slept in bed until tomorrow morning. After these twelve hours, he would only have a nightmare.
How can I be affected by luck even if I don't do anything?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Peter closed his eyes peacefully and started dreaming about Pokémon.
What he didn't know was that the gears of fate were already turning violently from this moment on.
All the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys will converge at some point in the future, just as the troubadour sang, confirming the never-ending reincarnation. Those absurd and romantic, dreamlike futures will eventually lead to the established forest——
In a castle thousands of miles away from here, a petite girl with blond hair was lying on the window sill, using her shining blue eyes like emeralds.
Looking up at the stars.
