Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are grudges.

Xia Lan's seat from an unknown man to the position of the candidate son undoubtedly damaged the interests of most factions within the church. The seemingly high-ranking but decorated with flowers, the rootless Ping Ping provided by Heris cannot change this reality no matter how great the help provided by him.

Although the power of the Son is far inferior to that of the Twelve Patriarchs, the Son's status is above the Twelve Patriarchs. After all, the Son is the next generation of Popes discussed by the senior officials of the Holy Church. So it is no wonder that someone regards Xia Lan, who has emerged as a stumbling block to their future interests.

Although the church is now in a precarious situation, the glorious church, which holds the ten-year dominance of Elderland, is ultimately a lean camel bigger than a horse, and no one dares to underestimate the terrifying energy it can burst out.

When Xia Lan was officially confirmed as the candidate Son, it meant that he was completely at the forefront and became the target of countless people.

But he didn't expect this day to come so quickly!

With the greatest malicious speculation, perhaps this secret operation was a trap set by the other party.

"I just collected information about all nearby garrisons. We can gather about 8,000 soldiers in total, and it will take at least one week to get all soldiers to arrive at designated places, eliminate issues such as unity, training, and logistics. Half a month is only enough for us to prepare for war. If we carry out hasty combat, we will definitely lose..."

As Xia Lan's chief aide, Berrant was very qualified and presented what he needed in a short time. Faced with the current situation that could not be changed, no matter how much complaining and anger was, it would be useless. Instead, it would be better to think about how to solve the death situation in front of him.

"The complete organization of the Golden Legion of the Heather Empire is 64,000. Although we don't know the details of the other party, it is a Golden Legion after all. Trying to them head-on is like hitting a stone with an egg. Only by using a strange strategy can the party defeat the other party, but this possibility is almost nothing. You must know that everyone who can sit at the position of commander of the Golden Legion is by no means an ordinary person. It is difficult to deceive them by relying on strategies. Only by facing a head-on battle can there be a possibility of defeating the other party. The problem is that we cannot give them this opportunity, otherwise we will definitely lose."

After listening carefully to Berant's explanation, Xia Lan's heart kept sinking.

"Where is the beheading tactic?"

"Haha... I'm worried that you will be the one who will be beheaded by then." Berrant said indifferently to Xia Lan's lucky view: "I don't deny that your strength can be comparable to that of the Golden Legion, but you despise the opponent's guard power too much. Since the holy war, a total of six Golden Legion commanders have been killed in the Heather Empire, but none of them were assassinated. They all died under the siege of the front battlefield, so it is conceivable that the difficulty of assassinating them. I advise you to extinguish this thought."

"Since you have no chance of winning when acting step by step, can you think of other ways to break the deadlock?" Xia Lan said coldly.

"Unless...Herris is willing to take action." Berrant said in silence for a long time. "Or may gather all the companions below."

When facing difficulties, the first thing he thought of was his own people.

"Heris is elusive and has been planning something secretly. Even if you can contact her, it may not help us. Besides, your companions... they will stay with Heris for a little more security." Xia Lan said.

"Where is Fernantes? He has been treating you as his confidant player in recent years. He can't stand by and watch after this happens, right?" Berlante said.

"I guess if he either got the unstoppable conditions and sold me, or he was blinded and bound by others. It would be too late to contact him now. I don't believe that the other party has no corresponding arrangements in this regard." Xia Lan shook her head.

"Does we really have to sit and wait for death?" Berrant said unwillingly.

"It's just a defeat, at most it gives them an excuse to attack and slander. When it comes to losses, at most it's impossible to lose the title of the candidate's son. If you want to kill me, it won't be possible. Without me, I want to see who they will use to resist the military front of the Heather Empire!" After saying that, Xia Lan couldn't help but snort and said with a conceit.

"So you decided to lose this war and pretend to run away?" Berrant frowned.

"What else? Any conspiracy and tricks in the face of absolute strength are futile. Since you and I don't want to die, we can only choose this path. However, we must save some face in this battle, otherwise it will be difficult for me to explain when I go back." Xia Lan said coldly.

"Okay! Leave the rest to me, please prepare for the battle these days."

When he left, Berant's face was as deep as water. He knew what this decision meant. The lives of at least eight thousand soldiers would be innocently buried in their hands.

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Ten days later, crisscrossing camps could be seen everywhere on the Philanyi plains, and flags were clamoring under the strong wind. Shortly after the assembly order was issued, the nearby guards rushed here to meet up. When they heard that the commander would fight a legion of the Heather Empire, they would be the legendary silver-white holy sword. Almost most soldiers with respect were full of confidence in this battle!

What's poor is that they have no idea how powerful the enemy they are facing.

After Xia Lan issued a severe closure order, only a very small number of people knew their enemy's identity, and at the same time realized that this action was not a crazy decision made by Xia Lan himself, but a clear order from the church.

"Dimir, in two days, we will be ready to pull the village into the Fernanto border forest. How are the horse equipment maintained?"

While a team of sacred knights with silver helmets and bright armor were patrolling the camp, the leader Alanko suddenly asked his subordinates beside him.

"Don't worry, Captain, have I disappointed you every time I prepare before the battle?" The Knight who replied was a young man with a dull face.

Alan Kezi agreed, until the camp changed teams and rested. He found a place on the shady back and sat down, took out the kettle from his waist and drank it, looking at the sunny sky with a gloomy face.

"Captain, what happened to you all the time, seeing that you have been in a bad mood these days?" The Knight who had just replied, walked up to him and sat down.

"Dimir, what do you think of the upcoming war?" Alanko said absent-mindedly.

"What else can be there? It's just a repeated charge and fight with His Highness Green in the past, and finally won our victory!" Dimir smiled optimistically.

"But this time we are facing a complete legion." Alanko glanced at the corner of his eyes and said.

"So what about the Legion? We have defeated the Legion." Dimir said with confidence.

"Oh--Simple people live just as simple as they are." Alan Ke muttered silently, and lay down in a blink of an eye. It was useless to say more. He decided not to pay attention to this simple-minded guy.

"Captain! Are you not optimistic about this battle?"

After a while, Dimir's voice rang timidly in Alanko's ear.

"I will only give you one piece of advice in this battle. In the future battlefield, you must follow closely under the banner of His Highness Greene and not fall behind!"

Alanko did not open his eyes, but waved his hands casually to drive him away.

As a senior knight who has served in the Holy Sword Knights for many years, he knew the inside story and knew the dangers hidden behind this war. The orders conveyed by the Holy Temple alone were enough to make his back feel cold. He could conclude that their brigade was innocently involved in the conspiracy game inside the Holy Temple.

Even though they knew that their enemy was a golden legion of the Heather Empire, the Holy Church not only did not send reinforcements but instead allowed them to defeat their opponents within a specified period of time. At a glance, you can tell that some of the senior officials wanted to kill Green, but they were pitiful but were tragically implicated.

Therefore, this time the troops are absolutely forced. Defeat is inevitable. The only thing that can break the deadlock depends on Green's response strategy. In short, in the battle that is about to face, following Green can save himself to a large extent.

He cannot say some things, at most he can point them out from the side, otherwise the crime of shaking the morale of the army will be enough for him to bear.

Small people have the minds of small people, so big people naturally have other ideas.

"After the statistics were completed, we have gathered more than 8,600 soldiers, including more than 1,400 long-range troops, more than 5,400 melee defense troops, and more than 1,000 cavalry troops. The others are all baggage soldiers. In terms of subordinates, I have ordered the members of the brigade to be used as temporary officers, and have greatly improved the top-down command system. After a few more days of training, the troops will be able to go to the battlefield."

In the camp, Berant closed the information in his hand and reported to Xia Lan with a serious expression.

"I think the legion has already noticed the noise these days. You said, where is the best place for us to place the battlefield?" Xia Lan pointed to the map and said solemnly.

"here!"

Berrant pointed at a point on the map.

Brenweig, branch of the Lens Mountains.

"Mountains?" Xia Lan said in confusion.

"To be precise, it is in front of the turbulent Vorosen River under the Brenvig forest!" Berrant explained.

"I will fight back to the water after I cut off my back?" Xia Lan raised her eyebrows.

"Do you think so?" Berrant said mysteriously with a smile.

"You don't want to make a fuss about the Vorosen River, are you?" Xia Lan thought for a moment.

"Correct!" Berrant said with a restrained smile. "I plan to curb the waters of the Vorosen upstream river, and eventually flood the entire army without distinguishing between enemies and us!"

hiss--

Xia Lan immediately stared at the other party, but he didn't expect that he would come up with such a vicious plan.

With a stance of fighting against the enemy, can the enemy coach think that they are just thinking of dying together?

Since these more than 8,000 soldiers are destined to be the fate of cannon fodder, why not use the value of these cannon fodder to the greatest extent?

"Very good! I agree with your decision!"
Chapter completed!