The genius prince : vol 7 ch 30

"...I don't understand what you're trying to say."

"That's a pity. But there's no going down. There's a real issue."

"What is this time? I don't care about you..." Demetrio cut himselfoff, realizing something and sobering up slightly

(Yes, why didn't I think of that? There is only one thing to do in this situation.)

Wayne, who is essentially an outsider. For whatever reason, Whatever his motives, he had joined with Demetrio to take down the other two princes.

The result, however, was this. The defeat of Demetrio's camp was inevitable. The only thing he had to do, then, was to gain the favor of the second and third princes. The quickest way to achieve this would be to bring Dimetrio to the custody of the two princes.

 And this insincere attitude. Perhaps it is because they have already made the necessary preparations for the abduction. No one would hear his voice, and even if he tried to escape, he would not be able to do so with his drunken body.

“Where are you going to take my neck? " Dimetrio asks,  angry at the betrayal and his stupidity. At least earn time with words.

 But Wayne tilts his neck.

"Hmm? What are you talking about?"

"Don't you dare to play the fool at this point!! You were going to offer my head to my brothers so you can patch up the relationship between Natra and the Empire! "

 Then Wayne's face turned into a scowl, and he burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha! Good idea! --But only the second one!"

Wayne spread the map on the desk in front of him and said.

"My requirements are this way. The arrangements are in order. If you are still willing, you will have another chance to seize the throne.”

"What ...?"

Dimetrio lifted himself up from his chair. From this situation. He was about to jump at the opportunity, but doubts overcame him. "No, no, wait. ...... You say I have a chance, but what am I going to do from here? Most of them want to go home, and many have already deserted. There will be no more than a thousand left. Are you asking me to make a reckless charge against my brothers' army with that many men? "

 "No, you can send home all those who want to go home, including those thousand." This word makes Dimetrio scared.

"You mean you don't intend to fight? And you think we can win?" .

 "Of course " Wayne assured him "But it's not going to be an easy road, that's for sure. It will be up to Prince Demetrio to take the gamble of going up or down. "

[............]

I can't even imagine. How will he win from here? Normally, I would have laughed it off as nonsense. But Dimetrio did not feel that Wayne's words were a lie or a joke. In fact, there was no reason for Wayne to make such a joke or a falsehood.

(Is there really a way to win from here ...)

If so, if you still have a choice.

"... no longer hesitate. I will drink up the poison that is you." Dimetrio said with fury in his eyes.

"I don't care how you do it, Let me win, Wayne Salema Albalest."

"I've been entrusted. Let's make sure Prince Dimetrio has a baptismal ceremony."

Thus, behind the scenes of Baldrosh and Manfred preparing for a decisive battle.

 Dimetrio and Wayne begins to move for the final move.

Who will win the battle? A decision that will be etched in history is about to be made.

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Baldrosh Army and Manfred Army.

The two armies met on the plain near the city of Narsila about half a month after Demetrio's army was defeated there.

Both armies were about 10,000 strong. On the one hand, Baldrosh's army was riding high after its victory over Demetrio's army. On the other hand, Manfred's army was supported by the Patriotic faction with a piece or cause.

 Baldrosh was considered by the public to have the advantage. The high level of their fighting ability has been proven in the previous battle, and although they are burdened with a series of battles, their high morale compensates for it.

 The fact that the baptismal ceremony itself had not yet been held was also a check on Manfred's cause. Furthermore, although not to the same extent as the Patriotic faction, Manfred is also receiving significant support in the form of supplies from merchants and aristocrats in the vicinity, who are trying to ride the winning horse. They had more than enough time to be prepared for a long-term battle.

"So we are seen as the weaker side, what do you think? Strang"

Manfred Army headquarters.

In front of the lined commanders, Manfred asked Strang.

"The soldiers are generally in a state of panic against an opponent who has inherited the experience of their most recent victory over Demetrio's army. Let's keep them on the defensive for the first day to get them accustomed to the battlefield atmosphere."

Then one of the vassals raises his voice.

"Aren't you being a little too passive?"

"The war has only just begun. If you get too passionate now, your body and mind won't last. I am sure that the other side will probably do the same today, but they will probably just hit us lightly. "

The vassal growled in dissatisfaction. Manfred laughed and said to him.

"If you really want to see blood, I'd be happy to put you on the front line."

"Oh, please don't do that, Your Highness."

There was laughter in the camp. The corners of Manfred’s mouth

 curled into a smile, and he addressed all present

"The strategy to win is being prepared by Strang here. But they are also a formidable foe. The best way to get the most out of it is to find the right moment when your opponent's energy and stamina are about to be depleted. Everyone, please be prepared.". "

““ yes, Royal highness ""

The commanders bowed in unison and dispersed to their posts. As Strang had predicted, the first day's battle was so cautious that it did not feel like a decisive battle.

They fired arrows at each other from a distance that was just barely perceptible, and attacked back and forth, snatching at the surface of the enemy's army with their cavalry. They kept their distance and checked each other with infantry. In this way, the two armies would probe each other to find out the enemy's skill level, tactics, and strategic points.

Meanwhile, the sun was setting and the first day's battle was over. Both armies retreated to their rear camps, where they rested for a short time.

"The death toll for the day was 200. The number of wounded is 300. Almost all of the wounded are lightly injured, so they will be able to participate in tomorrow's battle. "

In the tent. After hearing the reports from his subordinates, Baldrosh turns to the heavyweights in line.

"As expected, the damage is minor. If this is the case, there will be no problem tomorrow."

The heavyweights nod powerfully.

"I think we will be able to cut them down in one fell swoop tomorrow. "

 "In terms of skill, I had the impression that it was not much different from the Dimetrio army."