Imperial Crown.

Chapter 323: Can historical events be called false?

Du Duo fixed his eyes on the Silent Sarcophagus.

A black cat had appeared on the coffin lid, wagging its tail and combing its fur with its pink tongue.

A meatball-shaped mark appeared in the corner of the coffin lid, causing most of the sarcophagus to crack along with the mark. The magical glow was gone, and instead some thick scarlet juice oozed out.

Where did this black cat come from?
A trace of doubt arose in Du Duo's mind, but he immediately put it out of his mind.

Because it doesn't matter anymore.

Now that Raven has recovered his ability to cast spells, I can't escape from him no matter what.

"Eh--"

Du Duo sighed softly and swept his eyes across the noisy and chaotic battlefield.

It was simply a picture of hell, very much like the doomsday that was said to be coming.

Under the red sun, the sky was filled with rosy clouds. The earth and the sky were the same dark black and red, and there were wailing, screaming and pleas for mercy everywhere.

The sound of swords and knives cutting into flesh was constant.

Life is dying every moment.

In the sky, the Wind King, who had been confronting the long-range troops for a whole day, finally showed his power.

They flapped their wings, creating a sharp sound as they swooped down, blowing the blood that had not yet dried on the ground into splatter.

Some of the already panicked fleeing soldiers would fall down - this could actually save their lives.

Those who want to resist will be even more miserable.

The Wind King fell rapidly from the sky with the momentum of a pounce, and the astonishing force he carried was enough to smash any resistance into pieces.

Du Duo watched helplessly as the bones of his soldiers were pressed out from under the skin, carrying with them blood vessels and internal organs.

The ones who suffered the worst were the elite troops in heavy armor who were originally holding the rear.

They waved their weapons in vain, but were still knocked to the ground by the Wind King with the sound of twisting metal.

When the Wind King took off and flew away, all that was left on the ground was a piece of twisted armor that looked like a shriveled blood orange.

And as far as the eye can see, there are countless such scenes.

Tudor's soldiers were fleeing like a group of blind lambs.

It was obvious that they had more people, and the Eagle Army, which was eager to pursue them, had also dispersed its formation. As long as they put up a little resistance, they would have more chances to escape.

But no one wants to make wedding dresses for others.

As they ran, they dropped their weapons and took off their armor that was in the way, for fear that they would be caught up.

I don't need to outrun the Eagle Army, as long as I'm faster than my comrades.

So Du Duo could still see some people trying to be cunning and throwing their taken-off leather armor and weapons onto their comrades.

Some people are able to succeed and gain a temporary sense of security.

More often than not, they would be retaliated against without considering the consequences, and the result would often be that both of them would be killed by the swords and guns of the Eagle Army.

"No wonder books always describe defeat as 'collapse'." Du Duo murmured, "This is really no different from a dam bursting and a flood."

And in this torrent, only one group of people stood as safe as a rock.

No defeated soldier dared to charge them and could only take a detour.

That was the 1000 heavy cavalry led by Eric.

After a whole day of fighting, these heavily armored cavalrymen may only have the strength to charge once more.

But even if it happened only once, it would mean thousands of casualties.

All of Du Duo’s failures started with this team of heavy cavalry.

"You win, Raven." Du Duo sighed:
"I don't feel wronged for losing to you."

He waved his hand, signaling the entire army to stop, took out the personal dice, and let it hover in his palm.

Seeing that Du Duo's attitude had softened, Raven also restrained the magic power on his staff:
"Count Tudor, your son has not been abused. He has received the treatment that a noble deserves."

"We are not enemies, we just serve different masters. Now that you have proven your worth and your loyalty to the Principality, there is no need to continue to resist."

"We can cooperate."

Cooperation is just a euphemism for "surrender."

Du Duo's lips curled up into a bitter smile. These were the words he was going to say to Raven, but now they came out of Raven's mouth.

However, Du Duo was not the kind of noble who could not stand a blow, and he did not doubt Raven's sincerity.

Perhaps he is not as wealthy and powerful as the earls of the Keynes Empire, but Duduo is also a serious nobleman recognized by all human countries.

For Raven, capturing a count alive would be a brilliant achievement that no one else could erase.

And Tudor will also become a bridge of communication between Keynes and Eivor. Even after the war, he will be able to take back his territory and continue to be the earl.

It can be said to be a win-win situation.

but……

When Du Duo thought of the cabinet's actions, he felt more and more mixed emotions.

"I gambled all my life...but in the end I found myself being pushed off the gambling table."

"Goddess of fate is such a bitch."

Du Duo suddenly crushed the dice into pieces, and ivory powder fell from between his fingers.

"Raven, you shouldn't have won me today." Du Duo looked at Raven and said loudly:

"If you lose, then you can live, and so can I."

This sentence made Raven feel a little confused: "What do you mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

锃

Du Duo drew the long sword from his waist.

It was given to him by his father at his coming-of-age ceremony.

"Thank you for taking good care of my son."

Before he finished speaking, the fighting spirit on the sword burst out and slashed across his neck. Blood spurted out and Du Duo's head flew high.

It's like rolling the dice...

I don’t know what number I rolled this time.
Consciousness dissipated at this moment.

"1 point."

Raven watched Du Duo's head fall to the ground, and the severed blood vessels were a shade of bright red.

If a third-level warrior wants to commit suicide, no one can stop him, at least not Raven.

Moreover, Raven really couldn't understand why Du Duo wanted to commit suicide.

It doesn’t make sense!

Has his loyalty to the Principality of Eivor reached this point?
"Lord Raven." Bonta picked up Duduo's head and held it in his arms, looking up and saying:
"I am willing to lead the others to surrender to you, but..."

"I don't accept any conditions." Raven's face was calm.
"Either everyone surrenders, or we fight again!"

As a leader, Raven respects opponents like Duduo, but that doesn't mean he will give his enemies extra treatment.

He must be responsible for his own people.

In the sky, the Wind King has gathered his troops once again, covering the remaining troops in the haze of his wings.

Not far away, the heavily armored cavalry moved slowly, ready to launch another attack at any time.

Bonta watched all this, and the bewilderment of the surrounding soldiers after their commander committed suicide, and knelt on one knee:

"We... surrender!!"

More than 2300 heavily armored cavalrymen knelt on the ground and dropped their weapons.

The situation has been decided. Raven took a deep breath and gave a loud order:
"Send a message, have Eric take people to take over the Duduo camp immediately!"

"Pass the order, do not pursue the desperate enemy. I need everyone to withdraw before dark!"

"Send the order, send out the auxiliary troops to treat the wounded, clean up the battlefield, and receive prisoners!"

Three orders were issued in succession, and the Eagle Army began to move quickly.

Eric took over Duduo's camp with heavy cavalry, and organized people to clear out and take over the camp that night.

The Eagle Army also called off its troops at the right time.

The auxiliary soldiers gave priority to collecting the bodies of the Eagle Army and treating the wounded.

When night fell, the only wild dogs still active on the battlefield were those that came from nowhere.

Over the next few days, the Eagle Army was basically busy cleaning up the battlefield - a process that made everyone smile.

Because the harvest is really not small.

I have to say that Du Duo was really prepared for a long-term battle this time.

In terms of food alone, he prepared more than 1400 million pounds, enough to feed his 3 troops for three months.

In order to intimidate the Wind King, he also carried a large number of enchanted crossbow arrows and enchanted feather arrows, a total of 400 boxes and nearly 20000 arrows.

As for other types of weapons, the quantity is certainly not small. There are spears, swords, scimitars... there are tens of thousands of each type, and the quality is also acceptable.

However, compared with the ones made by the Eagle Territory itself, it is a bit not up to standard, so this part is basically converted into gold coins, and the total price is about 15000.

After all, no matter what it is, if there is too much of it, it will become worthless.

The biggest harvest was heavy armor. Excluding those that were severely damaged and beyond repair, there were about 2500 intact sets.

In this way, the number of heavy armor in Raven's hands increased to more than 5500 sets, enough to fully arm an entire legion.

Compared with the gains, the loss this time is not small.

479 people were killed in the battle and 518 were seriously injured.

A considerable number of casualties were caused by the lightning screen released by Quarley before his death; another large number of casualties were caused by Duduo's ranged troops at the beginning of the battle.

If we look at the history of continental wars, this is still a resounding victory, but for Raven, the losses were a bit too much.

Even though, for others, serious injuries are equivalent to death; but for Raven, as long as he is not too unlucky and gets infected, he can basically be saved.

"We must consider the issue of replenishing our troops." Raven rubbed his forehead.

The war will not end here, the scale and intensity of the battlefield will increase, and relying solely on our two Eagle Armies is not a solution.

The first people that came to Raven’s mind were the auxiliary troops from the five northwestern counties, but he immediately ruled them out.

Their quality is really poor and they lack unified training.

If he were really dragged onto the battlefield, he would probably collapse faster than anyone else.

If not for this, they would not have been asked to stay in the camp obediently during the battle with Du Duo.

"Oh, there is another way." Raven rubbed his chin and loudly called Hu Xia in.

"My lord, what do you want me to do?" Hu Xia walked in and bowed respectfully, rubbing his hands like flies.

Although Raven rejected his proposal to hire a historian, Hu Xia decided to do it part-time himself and record the entire war, and even thought of a title for the book.

The Great War: The Rise of Raven Griffith

And this war, with 1 against 10, was still won, which is really exciting.

Of course, the 1-strong Eagle Army does not include auxiliary troops and serfs.

The 10 men of Du Duo's army were counted one by one and rounded up to an integer.

But can what historians say be called false?
What's more, even if we squeeze out the water, the casualty ratio of 1 to 3 was still 1:20, killing more than 10700 enemies and capturing more than 8000!

There is still a Jingguan outside which is made up of more than 10000 human heads!

Now what Hu Xia wants most is to "interview" Lei Wen. It would be best if he could hear some philosophical sentences, which would add luster to his own records.

Raven knew what he was thinking, but he didn't point it out. He simply asked:
"What's the situation with the prisoners?"

"According to your previous instructions, most of them have had their fingers cut off and put back." Hu Xia replied respectfully: "The rest are Du Duo's former central army."

The reason why this group of people is treated differently is that their performance is indeed far beyond that of ordinary soldiers.

Even in Raven's opinion, they can be called elite.

It would be a shame to cut off the finger and put it back; but keeping it alive is not a solution either.

"Well, what's their attitude like recently?" Raven continued to ask.

"Compared to other prisoners, he is quite obedient and has never caused any trouble." Hu Xia said with a smile:
"And since they heard that you asked Bonta to send Earl Tudor's body back to Bolan City, some people are still grateful for your kindness!"

Lei Wen nodded. Although he could hear a hint of flattery in Hu Xia's words, he was not surprised.

My vassal's vassal is not my vassal.

It was normal for soldiers to be loyal to their lords rather than a country.

"How is Lancha doing recently?" Raven asked.

Lancha was the guy captured by William. Only after Raven asked him in detail did he find out that he was Duduo's son.

"Ever since he heard the news of his father's death, he has been clamoring to see you," Hu Xia replied.

"I understand." Raven knocked on the table. "Bring him to see me."

More than half an hour passed before Lancha, wearing magic-sealing steel shackles, walked in under the supervision of hyenas.

Lancha is 23 years old this year. Even without his armor, he is still very strong, only slightly shorter than the hyena; his facial features have inherited his father's characteristics.

Especially the high brow ridges, like an ape, give people a very aggressive first impression.

But his behavior was quite polite, he stood there without saying a word.

"Didn't you say you wanted to see me?" Raven looked at him with interest: "Now that you see me, why are you silent again?"

"As your captive, I must have the awareness of being a captive." Lancha responded coldly: "This is what a noble should do."

Pretending not to understand his implication, Raven said, "Very good, now you can say what you want to say."

"Devil! You are simply a man-eating devil!"

Lancha suddenly became excited, veins popped out on his neck, and he stared at Raven:
"Aren't you afraid of the punishment from the Lord of Light by doing this?!"

On the way here, he saw the Jingguan that Raven ordered to be built.

Tens of thousands of heads were piled together, and crows were circling above like black clouds. Whenever the wind blew, it was like countless souls wailing and screaming!
Lancha will never forget that impact in his life.

Lancha even knelt down on the spot, wanting to hold a final mass for these people to pray for their souls.

Even though he couldn't use his fighting spirit, Lancha was big enough and it was difficult to hurt him. In the end, the hyenas forced him over.

"Raven, you are indeed a capable general, but you are also a butcher with blood on your hands!!!"

"You don't have the slightest bit of noble honor, let alone the title of a noble!"

"Your soul will burn in eternal purgatory!"

In the face of Lancha's cursing, Raven shrugged.

I originally wanted to ask Lancha if he had any clue about Duduo's suicide, but seeing Lancha's expression, there was no need to ask.

This child has become stupid in church. He has no sophistication at all and even his scolding has no killing power.

If I were Du Duo, I would never tell any secrets to Lan Cha.

"Are you done?" Raven scratched his ears and threw a document shining with magic light in front of Lancha: "If you're done, then sign it."

Lancha took the document, glanced at it, and then slammed it on the table, his bald brows like an orangutan raised:

"Daydreaming!"

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(End of this chapter)