Chapter 366
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Time passed.
Around 7 o 'clock in the evening, the rain gradually stopped. But the dark clouds hovering over their heads didn't disperse. Every year the rain would last for several days.
On the golden wall.
There were beacon towers that were dozens of meters apart. Flames were burning. The fuel was stone beast oil and sycamore wood. They were special products of the military. The flame lasted for a long time and wasn't easy to extinguish. The majestic wall was brightly lit. Teams of soldiers ran along the steps to the wall to replace their posts.
Auburn simply had dinner. He looked at the sky. There were no stars tonight. It was as dark as ink. He didn't know how long it would take to rain again. He turned to the adjutant: "Instruct the generals not to relax in case of a sudden attack. Also instruct the intelligence department to do a good job in intelligence work. Increase the frequency of replies from scouts."
"Yes." Adjutant Jun Lang turned and left.
"You tell the six purple feather armies to prepare for the battle. Be ready to attack at any time." Auburn ordered another assistant.
"Yes."
"They want to rely on the rain to drag us down. I want to see which strategist came up with such an idea after the battle is over." Auburn's face was gloomy, his eyes narrowed slightly. He had been through jungle warfare, desert warfare, hill warfare and dozens of small and large scale wars in different terrains without losing a single one. However, this war was unprecedentedly important and the disadvantageous environment was unprecedentedly severe. Although he had the geographical advantage, it was difficult for him to match the enemy in terms of climate and soldiers. He didn't have many trump cards in his hand …
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Evening.
Dudian's study room.
Dudian called Old Fulin, Nicholas, Kroen and others. He told them his thoughts. After discussing with Old Fulin, Dudian sat at the desk and thought for a long time. There was a trace of sadness in his eyes. He lifted the curtains and looked at the dark night outside. He didn't speak for a long time.
The next day.
The sky was covered with dark clouds in the morning. It was drizzling.
The messenger of the Post, draped in a raincoat, delivered the paper in the drizzling rain to all the subscribed households.
The entire commercial district and even the entire outer wall of Sylvia were in an uproar as they read the newspapers.
The barbarians attacked the golden wall, and the war bugle sounded at the border!
This piece of news appeared on the front page of almost all the newspapers. Even the newspapers that only reported on finance or the entertainment news of aristocratic ladies occupied the headlines. It was irreplaceable!
The news spread like a virus to every corner of the outer wall. The biggest reaction came from the residents of the commercial district. Some residents didn't hesitate to put on a raincoat and went to their neighbors' houses or the Holy Church's offices to inquire about the authenticity of the news. They saw that the Holy Church's bulletin board was also written about the news of the war.
"Yesterday afternoon, when the rain fell, the barbarians took advantage of the heavy rain to attack the golden wall. The battle lasted until six o 'clock in the evening. After the rain stopped, the barbarians temporarily retreated. The military tenaciously defended the fort. The number of casualties was 26,200 … 71,800 …"
Dudian ate bread and milk while reading the morning newspaper. Although he had gotten the news from Gwyneth and Sergei who were at the frontline of the battlefield, but the key to reading the newspaper was the attitude and thoughts of the military.
"More than 20,000 soldiers have died in the past day …" Old Fulin was shocked as he saw the casualty data: "Are the barbarians so cruel? We are relying on the golden wall to defend but we have suffered such heavy losses? "
Dudian replied: "How can we win sympathy if we don't lose some people? I reckon that the military will make a big move after the war. They are taking advantage of the situation to warm up. Only the fools will be kept in the dark."
Old Fulin looked at him and sighed: "I have heard some news. It should be that the development of the magistrate and the Holy Church is getting more and more fierce. The image of the military has fallen in the hearts of the people. The residents of the commercial district want their children to become soldiers. They want to stand guard every day and receive a generous salary. No one would dare to bully them. If an organization leaves such an impression then even if it isn't corrupt then it won't be far from destruction. The military has retreated to the golden wall. It is a risky move to restore their reputation."
Dudian said: "This is a good move. If we can eat the enemy then it will be a great victory. If we can't eat the enemy then we will lose everything. The leaders of the military are much more bold and cold than we had imagined! However, I don't know if they expected that the enemy would be much more difficult than they had imagined. I heard from Sergei that the barbarians had used a monster called 'giant frog' to attack the city. "
"That thing can cross the wall as if it was walking on the flat ground. The barbarians have picked a perfect time to destroy the forbidden weapons of the military. I don't know if the military has other cards up their sleeves."
Old Fulin looked at his expression: "Do you … Do you want them to have other cards or not?"
Dean smiled and said calmly: "Of course, it's better than nothing."
Old Fulin was startled.
Dean looked at the military newspaper in his hand and slowly said: "Through the data of casualties and the number of injured people, as well as the time of the battle and other intuitive things, people are aware of the tragic and difficult war. The strategy and the situation of the war are only mentioned in passing. Haha … I hope they will be able to control the situation in the end. Don't overturn the ship."
Old Fulin took back his eyes from Dudian's face and picked up another newspaper: "This is an influential newspaper of Huasheng consortium. The news about you is under the war headlines. I hope there will be good results."
"Whether or not there will be a good result depends on the two of them." Dean's eyes were profound as he slowly said.
"Is it Mr. Nicholas and Kroen?"
"Yes."
"What was the task you gave them last night? They haven't come back yet. Is it convenient to talk about it?"
"It's not inconvenient to talk about your relationship with me. I just don't want you to worry about it. It's not enough to rely on the newspaper to create momentum. I told them to distribute leaflets and spread gossip. I don't want to be the punching bag of the people. If their task is in place then we can at least get a chance to attract people's attention." Dudian said.
Old Fulin looked at him in doubt but didn't say anything.
Around ten o 'clock in the morning.
Dozens of figures came from outside the castle. All of them were farmers and civilians. They angrily rushed to the front of the castle but were stopped by the Knights of Light.
"Get out of the way! We are looking for Dean who colluded with the enemy!"
"Let him come out!"
"He has blasphemed the faith of God! Let him apologize for the dead soldiers!"
"My son died in the war! It's all his fault! It's all his fault …"
Dozens of people were shouting loudly, and it was incomparably noisy.
Dudian was sitting in the study room reading the super chip. He frowned as he heard the noise. He glanced down from the window and saw the scene outside the castle. At the moment several Knights of Light were blocking the angry people.
Knock! Knock!
There was a knock on the door.
Dean indifferently said: "I heard them. Let the Knights of Light stop them. If you have time then come out and get rid of them. Don't be afraid of a few unruly people."
Sander who was outside the door was startled. He turned away and left.
Dozens of people were crying and shouting outside the castle. It rained for more than an hour before they were forced to retreat.
Dudian quietly read the knowledge in the super chip. It seemed that he wasn't affected at all.
Another day passed.
"Is the war getting worse?"
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