Chapter 231
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In this battle, Seru Khagan vented all the resentment he had accumulated from being beaten up by Alonso all this time.
King Gravel and Horf also rescued Ackermann, who was covered in wounds. As expected, Ackermann died. His sacrifice made Horf grieve.
Ackermann wept when he heard the news. After this battle, Ackermann's position in the hearts of the Northland people was very high. Everyone called him Berserker Ackermann.
Both sides thought that the battle would last for months, but it ended in just a day. The war progressed so quickly that it exceeded everyone's expectations. It was also the bloodiest battle between the Derman and the Northland people in the past few years. Both sides used their most violent weapons and slaughtered to the extreme.
This battle was later named the 'Battle of Blackstone Fort' by historians. However, the impact of this battle was extremely far-reaching. It destroyed the final glory of the Empire and started a new war.
Alonso led his army back to Blackstone Fort. He personally wrote a letter to King Gravel, who was stationed outside the city.
"I hope that we can sit down and have a good talk!"
At this time, a guard rushed into Gravel's tent. "Your Majesty, Alonso has sent someone to deliver a letter to Your Majesty."
"Ah!" He didn't know what Alonso wanted to do.
"Bring him in!"
Soon, a dozen guards brought in two young German Empire officials. One of them bowed to King Gravel and said in Northland language, "I am here on the orders of Marshal Alonso of the German Empire to deliver a letter and a gift to Your Majesty."
Speaking of gifts, the young official behind him placed a wooden box on the table. King Gravel took the letter but didn't look at it. He stared at the wooden box. That ominous feeling rose in his heart again. He seemed to smell a trace of blood.
"Open the box!"
He took a deep breath and ordered his guards. At this time, the imperial official and his companions had already retreated to the wall, and a cold smile appeared on their faces.
Two guards stepped forward and used a dagger to pry open the wooden box. They opened the lid and peeled off a layer of oil paper. Suddenly, the two of them cried out in alarm. One of the guards cried out, and his face turned pale. He retreated a few steps and stared at the item in the box. One of the guards shouted, "Your Majesty, it's a hand!"
King Gravel saw clearly that there was a bloody hand in the box. It was the right hand of Anna, whom he had high hopes for. King Gravel only felt an unbearable pain in his heart, as if a knife had been ruthlessly stabbed into his heart. His vision became blurry, and his body swayed. It seemed that he was about to fall.
A few of the guards hurriedly supported him. The other two guards roared and drew their swords and rushed towards the imperial official. "Stop!" King Gravel stopped them. After all, he was the army of a country. He finally restrained himself from losing his composure. Then, a huge wave of sadness came over him. He knew that Anna was finished. His newly formed Northland Heavy Infantry was also finished.
He stared blankly at the wooden box for a long time. Finally, he opened his mouth. His voice was unusually low as he asked the imperial official, "What does your marshal mean?"
The imperial official stepped forward and bowed. "What the marshal wants to say is in the letter. Your Majesty, please take a look."
King Gravel slowly picked up the letter and saw that it said, "To His Majesty Gravel of the Kingdom of Northland."
"Kingdom?" King Gravel laughed bitterly. This Alonso actually used such a title. It was really ironic and unprecedented. He opened the letter. Alonso wrote at the beginning of the letter, "German Empire's Marshal Alonso William to His Majesty Gravel of the Kingdom of Northland. I am willing to have a sincere conversation with Your Majesty."
This was written by Alonso himself. His words were full of sincerity. King Gravel sighed. It was written very clearly in the letter that his Northland Heavy Cavalry had been completely wiped out. Alonso advised him to face reality.
King Gravel read the letter again and again. He fell into deep thought. No one dared to disturb him. The imperial official also stood quietly at the side, waiting for his reply.
After an unknown period of time, King Gravel seemed to wake up from a dream. He nodded gently. "Alright! Please tell your marshal that I am willing to have a talk with him. "
In the Kingdom of Northland's military camp, Ackermann sat in the room with his upper body naked. A military doctor was carefully changing his dressing. The arrow wound was not serious at first, but the wound had ruptured and become infected.
At this time, the military doctor cleaned Ackermann's wound and applied medicine. He solemnly said, "The injury is more serious. You can't use your strength for three months. You can't fight for a year. Otherwise, you won't be able to fight for the rest of your life."
Ackermann only felt a dull pain in his left abdomen. After the medicine was applied, he immediately felt a cooling sensation. He sighed softly. "Speaking of which, I'm still lucky. My brother's intestines were all ruptured. I don't know how to tell my sister-in-law about this."
Thinking of this, Ackermann felt like a knife was being twisted in his heart.
Although this battle had repelled the Derman's plan and completely destroyed the Northland expeditionary force, the current situation was not optimistic.
Ackermann was not the bravest in the entire Kingdom of Northland. However, without a doubt, his performance this time had caused everyone to respect him. Everyone called him Berserker Ackermann.
Ackermann's injury was not light. It seemed that he really needed to rest for a while. He thought of Isabella. Princess Isabella Of Denmark was very dissatisfied that King Gravel did not bring her with him on this expedition.
He wondered if Princess Isabella's attitude towards him would be different from before when he returned to Gorgallon after this expedition.
After a while, Lord Horf came to see his son. He was deeply saddened by Patrick's death, but the living had their own matters to attend to.
Patrick's death was glorious. He was a warrior of Northland, and he was destined to drink with the martyrs in the Hall of Valhalla of God Olugar, staying up all night.
Horf's soldiers all wore white strips of cloth. This was a Northland custom. It was to cheer for those who died in battle.
Gravel communicated with Seru Khan. He explained Alonso's intentions and showed Seru Khan Anna's hand and Alonso's letter.
Seru Khan sighed softly. He knew that this victory was actually a pyrrhic victory. It was also thanks to Ackermann's perseverance and stubbornness.
The current situation was not optimistic. They could only say that negotiations were necessary. At the very least, it would take time to recover the soldiers' morale. This could be delayed through negotiations.
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