When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 543 I also have a plan
Watching Garignon being carried down the castle in the basket, Sechinger turned around and grabbed Wayne's arm.

He asked sternly, "Are you really surrendering or just pretending to surrender?"

Wayne did not answer, but looked steadily into Sechinger's eyes.

After watching for less than three seconds, Sechinger unconsciously let go of his arm.

“They attacked the city so fiercely, without any intention of besieging a point and attacking reinforcements.

According to the information sent by Saint Sun, Kasha County is the reinforcement of the Osra family, and the nobles of Shattered Stone are likely to move as well. "

Without answering Sechinger's question, Wayne slowly analyzed the battle situation.

"We can only hold out for three more days at most, which is February 2th." Wayne paused as he looked at the wounded soldiers scattered all over the city. "They deliberately controlled the speed because they were afraid that if they captured the castle in advance, Little Moli would not come."

It would probably take another day or two for the news of the city's fall to reach Meliati, which would be February 2th.

With Meliati's speed, she has probably entered the battlefield range of the Imperial Order Company, and what follows will be encounters and field battles.

Judging from the Salvation Army's marching speed and dispatch capabilities, they can abandon the Nannaoan River defense line and move north to provide support.

With the knowledge of that Saint Grandson, he would definitely do so.

But the Salvation Army is not really a savior. It will take them about 20-30 days to dig through Lujiao Township.

This time difference is enough for the Imperial Company and the mountain knights of Meliati to complete a decisive battle.

Previously, the mountain knights could fight for a while with the help of terrain, castles and bows and arrows.

In a field battle, it would be good enough if the mountain knights could hold out for ten days. Wayne is not belittling the mountain knights.

If the Salvation Army attacks with all their might, they would probably be exhausted by the time they arrive, but the Imperial Command Company is now conserving its strength.

But if the Savior Army does not come and just sits there and watches, then after dealing with Meliati, Prince Conte will go south to attack the Savior Army.

Not only Wayne in the Sentinel Fort was in dire straits, the entire Thousand River Valley was in dire straits.

An almost unsolvable desperate situation!
“Meliati was willing to come and rescue me because she thought she could still save me, so she tried her best to come here.

But if I die and the news spreads that the city has been captured, she will not advance further, but will stay in the area of ​​the High Castle.

Then the church's strategy of luring her out will fail. Although North Mound County is probably gone, there is still a glimmer of hope."

Wayne was so calm that it was as if he was not the one talking about it.

"You mean, we open the city gates and attack? If we can run, we run, if we can't, we die in battle?" Sechinger asked tentatively, "or we pretend to surrender, and then find an opportunity to escape and betray us?"

Wayne stopped, turned around, held onto the city wall, and looked out from the battlement, staring solemnly at the endless camps outside the city and the patrolling knights of the Imperial Order.

"It's useless. Breaking out and dying, breaking out and living, surrendering and dying, surrendering and living, none of them can make any difference to the final situation." Wayne pressed his palm on the rough bricks and stones, "It only determines my own fate."

This delay is enough time for the Saviors to arrive.

But if Lacunio was not a pig, he would definitely ask the noble coalition forces in the Gravel Plain to contain the High Castle.

Then he would lead the main force south to meet the exhausted Saviors. Even if Meliati could defeat the intercepting Gravelfield coalition forces, she might not be able to rescue them in time.

"What should we do then?" Sechinger followed Wayne in a daze.

Wayne didn't answer, but instead admired the scenery in front of him.

The purple sunset of spring set behind the mountains. The rays of light hung on the mountains and treetops like clouds. Holding on to the wall, the knight, who always had a sad face, relaxed his brow for the first time.

He looked to the east, and seemed to see the yellow dust raised by Meliati's rescue nearly a thousand miles away, as well as the chubby face that was still in his memory.

So many years have passed, what will Meliati look like now?

Unconsciously, a scene suddenly flashed through Wayne's mind. Meliati fell in a pool of blood, and Prince Conde frivolously used the tip of his gun to pick off her treasured mask.

It was a childish and innocent face like that of a nine-year-old child. The face was hit on the wrist by a wooden sword, but he was holding back tears.

Seeing that Wayne remained silent, Sechinger could not help but ask urgently, "You have analyzed so much, can't you think of a good way to solve the situation? Is Lacunio's design so perfect?"

"Of course not, it also has weaknesses..." Wayne stopped talking halfway, making Sechinger scratch his head anxiously.

But Wayne himself raised his head and looked at the battle flag behind him that was undulating like waves in the west wind.

In 1446, the first warm wind from the Emerald Sea landed in the windmill area, and the huge windmill on the mill turned slowly.

The warm wind blew across the soft brims of the new Frantic army's hats, and the enterprising new king and the far-sighted prime minister looked out at the rich land of Leia.

As it continued to move forward, it blew across the sky full of flags outside Changge City, pushing the smoking warships and 50,000 surging soldiers on both sides of the Golden Nauan River.

When the warm wind carrying the scent of fireworks and swords blew into the Thousand River Valley and blew on Wayne's face, he just looked at the church army camp in the distance that was about to sink into the night.

Perhaps Meliati was right, this was the best opportunity in a hundred years.

In peacetime, none of the three kingdoms would allow Thousand Valley to be independent.

But now, the Kingdom of Leia, as the direct suzerain state, is in civil war, and the Leians cannot intervene directly.

The Frans and Norns are foreign forces. Sending troops directly will allow the Leians to use war to divert conflicts. They can only provide all support other than sending troops.

Prince Condé knew that this was his last chance to seize the Thousand River Valley and his only chance to get rid of the church's lackeys.

How could Meliati, Horn, Juanno and other smart people think of it later than Prince Condé?

This is the most hopeful year for Qianhe Valley, but also the most desperate year.

If Vicente were born twenty years later and saw the current situation, what would he do?

Stroking the knight's sword at his waist, the gray horse knight Wayne looked up at the porcelain blue sky divided by the terminator.

It was also on a spring evening that Meliati's father, Vincent, personally put a knight's sword on the Gray Horse Knight and knighted him.

Vicente, a Kush mountaineer, worked all his life to support the Juano faction and gain recognition from the empire through peaceful reforms.

However, it turned into nothing due to the church's repeated manipulation and playing.

Vicente is the adopted son of Duke Hermash, the husband of the Duke's daughter, and the future powerful Duke of Hermash with a bright future.

But he still died of depression.

The last wish he gave to Wayne, his most trusted knight, was "I hope Meliati can live freely and carefree like an ordinary girl."

Wayne made a solemn promise, but he never managed to do it.

Meliati was not at ease at all. She had been tirelessly preparing for the uprising since she was a teenager, and every day was filled with worry.

Instead, the Gray Horse Knight Wayne became the free and carefree one.

"What would you do?" Wayne murmured, looking at the knight's sword in his hand, which was the sword given to him by Vincent.

If Vicente were still here, what would he do if he were in my position?

The sword did not answer, but the Pale Horse Knight already knew the answer.

Covered in the rosy glow of the sunset, the knight on the gray horse in Sechinger's eyes shook off the dust on his body for the first time, revealing his true appearance, shining brightly.

"Can I trust you?"

As Sechinger looked into Wayne's eyes, he suddenly remembered Nagmi's figure riding a horse in the sunshine and the cold and damp castle in the mountains.

The white light reflected from the armor was like ice, freezing Sechinger on the wall for a long time.

"There is not a day when the Norse people don't want to live in sunshine and flowers." The voice of Sechinger is hoarse and gloomy, reflecting the snow in the hearts of all mountain county people.

"I have a bet. If I lose, my reputation will be ruined and I will die in vain. My death will be neither honorable nor glorious. I will even be laughed at by others!"

Wayne took a step forward, his usually calm eyes now red.

"But if we win the bet, the current situation in Qianhe Valley... the situation that has lasted for a hundred years, will immediately turn around and turn danger into safety!"

(End of this chapter)