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The genius prince : vol 7 ch 33
"Captain! You can't do this! All our men are running!"
"We can't get past their defenses alone! We will be alone in the enemy lines!"
Only 500 men follow him. The men following him are only five hundred, with several thousand enemy soldiers in the vicinity. The situation was nothing short of reckless, but Glenn laughed ferociously.
"No, the enemy's concentration is broken! We can break through now!"
As Glenn said, the enemy's defense, which had been so solid just a moment ago, was not functioning, even though they had been caught by surprise. If they continue to push forward, they will reach the far end of the enemy line. This is where our friend Strang and his lord, Manfred, are located.
"We will now charge into the enemy's main camp! We will capture the Third Prince and win this war! "
"They got me……!"
Sweat broke out on Strang's face when he saw Guren's troops rushing toward him.
The fact that Manfred's army, which is inherently weaker than Baldrosh's army, has been able to withstand the onslaught of the enemy to this day is the result of the unification of will.
Today, however, Manfred's army went on the offensive. Their minds went from defense to offense, and as the Baldrosh's forces began to retreat, the idea of defense was blown from their minds.
Then Glenn's counterattack came.
There was no way that Manfred's soldiers, who had forgotten how to defend themselves, would be able to withstand such extraordinary force. In fact, before Strang could see it, Glenn's troops were moving in on them. Strang immediately sent out instructions to his men.
"Line up three layers of heavily armed soldiers in front of that enemy force! Hurry!"
"Huh, yes!"
"Where is the nearest cavalry?"
“The cavalry is already in pursuit of the main body! We need time to recall them! "
In Manfred's faction, which consists mainly of newly emerged aristocrats, those who belong to the faction are naturally driven by the desire for fame, and everyone is eager to achieve one more feat than the next person. There is no way they would pass up a great opportunity to strike a blow to the back of a fleeing enemy.
"Heavy armed soldiers deployed, sir!"
“Alright, this is it! "
Once the enemy's cavalry was stopped, the surrounding soldiers were mobilized to overwhelm and kill them.
Strang's mind was filled with such plans.
"You think this is gonna stop me?"
Glenn's assault blew away the triple-lined heavy armor solider.
"Well, the enemy cavalry won't stop!"
"............ Move His Highness Manfred to the rear!"
There was no way to stop it before it reached the main camp. He will definitely arrive here.
With that understanding, Strang said with his determination.
"Get everyone in position! Prepare to activate all traps! We'll meet it at the main camp!!"
"Sir! I can see the enemy's main camp!"
After a while, they continued on their way, cutting down the oncoming enemies one after another. Glenn and his team finally caught sight of the enemy's main camp.
"Great, we're almost there!”
"We're going to make it!!"
Even the personnel who had been half-convinced of the success of their mission were now motivated by this result. The capture of the enemy general in the midst of a decisive defeat was an immeasurable achievement.
"Everyone be on your guard! There must be ten or twenty traps set in that main camp! This is the real fight! "
Glenn raises his voice and tightens the hearts of his subordinates.
At that moment, his gaze suddenly lingered on a single point. His eyes met those of a man standing in the center of the enemy's main camp. Glen shouted "--—I’m here, Strang"
“You’re here, Glen? "
Strang felt a strange smile break out on his face as he heard his name called.
Perhaps it was the sight of his friend, unchanged even in this war zone, that made him smile. But that was all. There was no room for friendship from this point on.
Strang thought. ( The military might that could overturn this settled big picture. I admire your strength as always, Glenn.)
Glenn also thought. (To push our army this far, your wits are not to be underestimated, Strang.)
And they both come to the same conviction.
((That's why there is no other way but to finish him off here--!))
Glenn closing in. Strang to intercept. Will Strang's wits swallow Glen? Or will Glen's bravery overcome Strang's?
The time of settlement is about to arrive, and the earth trembles...
“All of you, put down your weapons immediately! This is a cease-fire order issued by the Empire!"
From the side, someone struck at the perfect moment.
"Ceasefire? What the hell is that?"
"What the hell is that? Who told you that?"
The confusion and anger arose throughout the battlefield, on both sides.
This was a major battle to decide the next emperor. It was a natural reaction to be interrupted just before the decisive battle was about to be decided by a group of men of unknown affiliation.
The Manfred forces, in particular, were in the upper hand and were determined to continue their attack.
But they soon notice.
"Hey, look at that ...!"
The army was waiting for them in the immediate vicinity of the plain where they were to engage in battle.
But it wasn't the group itself that surprised them. What really caught their attention was the banner they were carrying. It was not the Second, Third, or First Prince's banner. It was the flag of the Emperor, that is.
“That's the flag of His Majesty the Emperor. "
The most sacred flag in the empire. If it is handled carelessly, it will be enough to get you beheaded. It is not something that can be raised under false pretenses.
"If that's the case, then that corps is part of the imperial army, under the direct control of the emperor?"
"Oh, no, that's not good! Put down your weapons!"
Even after the death of the emperor, the authority of the emperor is still great. As soon as they realized that a truce had been declared under the emperor's banner, the soldiers on both sides dropped their weapons.
"but, isn't His Emperor supposed to be dead by now?""
"I know, who could mobilize a direct corps of soldiers on behalf of His Majesty's ......?"
Many soldiers twisted their heads, unable to answer that question. But some high-ranking officials knew.
The existence of the only person in the empire who has the authority to operate on behalf of the emperor in the absence of the emperor.
The messenger dispatched from the unit in question gave the answer.
"After this, Chancellor Keskinal will set up a meeting in Narsila! Representatives of both armies.
Prince Baldrosh and Prince Manfred will both be present."
A murmur ran through the battlefield where the fights had ceased.
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The atmosphere in the room was, to put it simply, terrible. The cause was obvious. The second prince, Baldrosh, and the third prince, Manfred. These two were glaring at each other, creating an atmosphere that looked as if they might explode at any moment.
Furthermore, behind each of them, there were several soldiers standing guard, and they made no attempt to hide their desire to slay each other as soon as their lord's order was given. This also created pressure in the room.
"... What rotten timing. My victory has gone out the window, "
Suddenly, Manfred opened his mouth. "Baldrosh, you're grateful on the contrary. Thanks to Keskinal's intervention. your neck and torso are still connected. "
"... ...... Don't get too carried away, Manfred." Baldrosh responds with an angry voice.
"How can you boast of victory by such despicable means? And against an imperialist, too. Don't you even have the slightest sense of decency?"
"Are you saying that poison is cowardly and killing with a sword is fair? That's a very convenient value system for you military men. You have such a distorted view of the world, that's why you're being held back. "
Sparks flew between the two men. The two sides were in danger of starting a continuation of the conflict at the slightest provocation. At that moment, the door to the room opened.
“-Excuse me, I was late. "
What appeared was the Imperial Chancellor Keskinal. Behind it are several soldiers, among them Baldrosh groaned when he saw one of them.
"... General Cyrus, you are with Keskinal?"
A Fulham, who once welcomed Wayne and now Franya in his mansion.
A nobleman in waiting and a general in the Imperial Army, he smiled a little at the words of the prince.
"No, Your Highness. It would be a shame to mobilize a force directly under His Majesty's command without a single general in command. I have no intention of intervening except to move the troops. "
"I am very grateful to you, General Cyrus. I can raise the budget to support the troops, but I don't know how to move them. It is like the butterfly's chrysalis.
Oh, did you know that the chrysalis is filled with a liquid? The caterpillar dissolves into a liquid, which transforms into a butterfly. If the caterpillar is the same inside but has a different shape and form, it seems to be a different being. And they taste different.”
"Sir Keskinel. The princes are waiting. Perhaps we could save this fascinating discussion for later"
"Oh, I beg your pardon. We will continue later." Keskinal bows to Cyrus and then turns to his princes.
"... Then, Keskinal would you like me to explain?" Manfred opened his mouth.
"What in the world did you mean to do to interrupt me? You were neutral in our struggle for the throne.”
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