When Griffith returned to the town of Harmanli, Berthier had already brought his incomplete small staff to come up with several plans for the next battle.
These plans were used to deal with several scenarios in which the rebels took the old town eastward, retreated westward to the Sofia Mountains, or attacked the Beyeran army on the flanks from the north and south.
Under each big plan, there are detailed sub-plans. For example, the rebels planned to attack the Harmanli area with part of their forces while marching into the old town.
Different staff plans involve different marching, material supply, enemy search and deployment plans, which are much more detailed than the plans Griffith prepared alone for the Yamber and Raven battles last year.
Homonworth's professional courses, family inheritance, and practical experience have allowed Berthier de Urenas to lead such work, freeing Griffith from the complicated staff work and focusing on the battle. Command decisions come up.
After reading the plan, Griffith nodded repeatedly, "Combined with my reconnaissance, it can be determined that the main force of the rebels will attack Old Town, and there will not be too many troops to contain us. We have to fight a mobile war with them. Berti Ah, on behalf of everyone, I want to thank you for your work.”
With certain information, Berthier picked up a baton in front of the sand table and started pointing. He looked solemn, showing no trace of grief or sadness:
"Then Rana's battalion and cavalry squadron will be the vanguard. We have the advantage of cavalry and can suppress the rebel reconnaissance.
"After the battle begins, Rana needs to withstand the main offensive of the rebels. The troops of Ophelia, Russell, and Warren Haydon will follow up. The rebels will be far more numerous than us and will try to counterattack and outflank us. , Median Maia commanded the Ravenel Fusiliers Battalion to fight. This battalion is the best force we have here."
After Griffith and Deputy Commander Rana listened to the plan and added some details, the battle plan was finalized.
The main force participating in the battle is five newly built or reorganized infantry battalions, three cavalry squadrons and an artillery team, with about 4,000 people. In addition, there are one or two thousand local auxiliary troops who have gradually gathered; their enemy is the main force of the rebels. Even if it happens After the split, the strength was still over 20,000.
After the three-person committee decided to launch the campaign, Berthier packed up the documents, stood up and left, preparing to convey the order to the ministries. He walked to the door, suddenly remembered something and stopped, turned around and asked Griffith:
"There is a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ours, and the battle will be very difficult. Please allow me to confirm for the last time your determination to fight."
"We are here for this," Lana said without hesitation. "We will find Itius on the battlefield. Griffith has severely wounded him, and this time, he has nowhere to escape."
Berthier turned to look at Griffith.
The conference room became extremely quiet for a while. Griffith subconsciously stroked the bone ring. He had a thought that he shouldn't have, lingering in his heart and couldn't get rid of it:
"If you wish, I might be able to..."
The cold Berthier saw Griffith's actions and shook his head slightly: "Nonna doesn't want to become a death knight."
"Seven Gods above, can you read minds?" Lana whispered.
These words really made Griffith's heart beat strongly. After Minos' power became stronger, he could not resist a vague idea - since he had the power to control life, why not exercise it?
Berthier looked at him, as if looking at a very far away place, and said slowly:
"It was a very ordinary afternoon. I was reading a book. My father knocked on the door and came in with the housekeeper, followed by a girl.
"She was wearing a white shirt, her sleeves rolled up, her forearms were strong, and she was carrying bulging luggage. There were beads of sweat hanging from the ends of her black hair, which was rolled into a ball on her shoulders. When she walked into the room, she took the grass with her The smell of piers, piers and horsehair must have come directly from the pier after getting off the boat.
"It must have been very hot outside that day. The soaked shirt stuck to her body, and the slightly warm breath could be felt from the other side of the study. Well, I somehow only had one thought at the time - Hey, this girl's waist is really good. Great!
Griffith and Lana couldn't laugh, they just listened quietly. The young temporary chief of staff was talking to himself, with the corners of his mouth raised:
"I am destined to marry a certain noble daughter carefully selected by my family. The original intention of establishing the Toral system was not for this or that. Sorry Rana, I am not targeting you.
"Nonna is the most serious person I have ever met. But every time she smiles and lifts her hair from the corner of her mouth, I feel breathless.
"There is always a little distance between us, whether it is in the academy, camping, or on the battlefield, there is always a little space between each other, a very subtle feeling... Sometimes, I want to muster up courage and think Ask her, yes, if she can be with me, um... But as soon as I see her eyes, I don’t know where to hide these courages.
"Thinking about it now, ah, what a happy day it was!
"Do you think Nona understands my feelings?"
Griffith and Lana both turned pale.
They saw Berthier take out a small necklace from his collar. There is a golden gem embedded in the mithril ring. He raised the necklace and showed it to Griffith:
"This is Nona, the extraordinary characteristic that has been released. As you know, the extraordinary characteristic will be integrated into some memories. As long as there are appropriate rituals and materials, I can touch her heart.
"There, she didn't hide anything... She didn't even hold back anything she wasn't even aware of..."
Berthier's eyes sparkled unnaturally. It's like a dying person grasping the hope of survival at the last moment, almost trying to burn out the last bit of vitality and burning his spirit!
Griffith's nerves were tense. Extraordinary characteristics are full of unknowns, and officials have been warning for years - obsession and excessive curiosity can even make the living addicted to it and unable to return.
"Bertier, what do you want to say?" Lana asked stutteringly, "Do you really want to take a look?"
"As long as I look at it, I can know Nona's heart. Those regrets and missed things are all there," Berthier said. "Wouldn't it be you who don't want to go and take a look? There is no regret in this, isn't it? Isn’t it a blessing from gods to human beings? If it weren’t for extraordinary beings, there wouldn’t be such a gift at all! Isn’t it?”
Griffith looked at Berthier as if he was looking at himself in the mirror: "So, you have decided?"
After a moment of silence, Berthier put his head on his hands and slowly began to tremble. Soon, the trembling turned into violent madness, and he laughed wildly in a creepy voice:
"The blessings and gifts from the gods, hahahaha! Extraordinary characteristics and such, the blessings from the gods, it's really hilarious!
"No, I refuse! Griffith, I swear with every drop of my blood, I categorically refuse!"
"Without this damn characteristic, Nona wouldn't have to go to the battlefield! She should be like an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life and having happiness. But, she doesn't!
"From the moment she came to this world, she was destined to be accompanied by war! All her talents and potentials were imprinted on her body by the gods from the very beginning! The difference between people was established before she was born. It’s set!
"This is not a bullshit blessing at all! This is a shackle, a shackle that drives us and enslaves us!
"What I want is that the memory of Nona every day in the past is free, the real her! Not a puppet of some god!"
Berthier shouted almost at the top of his lungs. The cold, dead clouds that had enveloped him these days had turned into a storm of destruction:
"Griffith, I know you have some secrets. You can't be a death knight or a desert knight. I don't want to go into detail about your true power. I just believe that you will never be able to do it again after losing Krista. To act as a puppet of some god.
"Nona doesn't need a second life. Life is not a toy!
"Today, I want to tell you here that I, Berthier de Urenas, am willing to fight side by side with you, Griffith, no matter in the past, present or future, as long as you are willing -
"Bring the gods out of this world,
"Deport no one left behind!"
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Berthier is too extreme... going to war with all the gods is definitely not something that humans can do now. However, this is not a bad thing. After all, this is just Berthier's expectation, and he himself knows that he cannot ask for it to be realized within a certain time.
The good news is that with this strong ally who has a clear position, victory is more certain.
Griffith was thinking as he walked towards the teleportation circle in the mage tower. Not long ago, there were psychic fluctuations there, and a certain visitor arrived.
He walked through the winding steps and when he reached the top terrace, he vaguely felt something moving outside, so he looked there. A tall figure suddenly jumped out from behind the cold stone pillar, landed lightly and gracefully on the narrow balcony handrail, and opened its arms to draw a semicircle that embraced the world.
"Ta-ta~!"
Galadia wore sparkling silver mithril light armor and carried a full set of bows, arrows and swords. Her long pointed ears emerged from her long, smooth black straight hair, and she moved toward her boyfriend.
Griffith's mood suddenly brightened:
"Ah, Galadia! Today's weather has made the elves' fertility rate drop again this year, right?"
"Hey, why is it like this again!" Miss Elf smiled and patted his head with her fist, "Let's get something fresh."
"What if that's not the case? Is there anything else we can do... to improve fertility?"
The two looked at each other on the deserted terrace. There was no one around, so if he was going to do something bad, no one would notice.
The girl jumped down from the armrest, serious and angry, and then she yelled: "Brother, he bullied me!"
What--! Sidious is here! Griffith almost broke his teeth.
"Hahahaha!" Galadia covered her mouth and laughed. Her voice is like spring water in the mountains, clear and cool.
She reached out to her boyfriend, who was still looking around, and pulled him back:
"Griffith, Griffith, you don't have to be so nervous~ You don't have to worry about my brother hearing what you just said!"
Phew—really? When Griffith heard this, he was suddenly excited and relieved: "Could it be that Sidious still recognizes me?"
"Think too much, it's impossible, okay~"
Now Griffith didn't understand again: "Then why did you say I don't need to worry?"
"Of course it's because," the girl raised her head, put her delicate chin on his shoulder, and whispered, "if my brother hears it, he won't have time to worry about you..."
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