My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

"The balance will be unbalanced in an instant. We can help the royal family deal with Lucia and Orleans at the same time. The royal family is also powerful enough to pacify the remaining Aragon. As for Naples, which is already half dead, what can it do?"

"Under such circumstances, His Majesty the Emperor will only wantonly launch a larger-scale war of unification within the country. Don't you understand this little truth?"

William sat down again, looking at Olivia with disappointment in his eyes.

"Olivia, I don't know what has blinded you. You've been acting very abnormally lately. You've become a little too impulsive."

"I know you're willing to give everything for Orson, but please don't treat yourself as a tool. At least I don't want you to become like that. You're my daughter."

"If Orson loves you, then he will definitely understand your position. On the contrary, if he doesn't understand you, then there is no need to continue this engagement. Just consider it as my mistake."

"I'm sorry, father, I was rude." Olivia lowered her head when she heard William's words.

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you."

"It's okay. You may have experienced a lot during this period of time. I understand. You can go down and rest first." William said and waved his hand.

"Lianka, you stay." When Lianka was about to leave with William, William suddenly called her.

"Father, are you calling me?"

"Yeah." William nodded. "Your sister's marriage has been decided, and now it's your turn. Li'anka, do you have any ideas? If not, I can find you a husband who is willing to marry into our family."

"Eh? Isn't it too early for me to talk about this? I...I just became an adult this year."

"Noble children are often engaged when they are born. Aren't you the same, Li'anka? Besides, I am worried about Olivia, so you need to take on the responsibility of being your sister."

"But..." Lianka said this, clutching the tie on her chest tightly with one hand.

"Forget it. I guess you have something on your mind. Go back and think about it. I'll ask you again in two days." After saying this, William waved his hand, indicating that Lianka could leave.

"I understand. Thank you, father." After saying that, Lianka hurriedly left.

Looking at Lianka's back, William sighed.

"Alas, one by one, girls can't be kept at home when they grow up."

Hearing Litt's proposal, Martin naturally agreed.

The enemy's army is much larger than his own in number. If he can delay time by dueling with the enemy's leader, it will be an explanation to his brothers.

After all, as the commander of this unit, he has some understanding of its combat effectiveness. From the commander to the ordinary soldiers, basically none of them have received any systematic military training, and they all fight based on their passion and instinct.

"Okay, but will you default on your debt?"

"Even if I default on my debt, you can still delay the time until the main force arrives, right?"

"..." Martin nodded after hearing this, and his eyes became sharp.

Since the opponent dared to challenge him in a duel, his strength must be strong. Of course, it is also possible that the quality of this army underestimated Martin's strength, but no matter what, Martin cannot be careless.

"In that case, I'll be rude." He said this, took a few steps back, kept a safe distance, and then drew his sword.

"That's exactly what I want." Litt said this and raised his sword with a smile.

……

On the other side, the Naples army headquarters.

"General!" After going through layers of review, Wirtz came before Commander Garibaldi.

As the commander of the Naples army on the front line, although Garibaldi's combat ability was average, he was deeply trusted by Giovanni.

He would carry out all the instructions given by Giovanni, even if there were some unreasonable parts. This was why Giovanni valued him.

It is impossible to consider whether this kind of war is reasonable or not. Facing the double-sided attack from Antica and the royal army, the most reasonable way should be to gather the manpower and retreat to the towns in the rear. However, in order to keep the city of Romulus running normally, the remaining land in the front cannot be easily lost.

As soon as Wirtz saw Garibaldi, he knelt down inside.

"General, our front line is being attacked by an army of at least 10,000 people. We have no way to defend. Please, General, provide us with support as soon as possible!"

"This..." Garibaldi thought for a while, then shook his head. "Sergeant, to be honest, other fronts also received news of attacks long ago. I just transferred the last reserve to the northwest front. There is really no one who can help you on your front now..."

"Is this true?" When Wirtz heard Garibaldi say that, he quickly continued to argue: "But when I came here just now, I clearly saw that there were still many soldiers here."

"These soldiers are responsible for maintaining the general's safety. They must not move. Otherwise, if the general is in danger, who will take responsibility?" At this time, the adjutant next to Garibaldi spoke first.

"But...if the front line collapses, the soldiers here will still have to take on the task of fighting."

"You said that if the front line collapses, can't you think of a way to prevent it from collapsing?!" the adjutant said this and began to scold Wirtz.

"...How about this, I'll allocate a troop from my guard to you." Garibaldi came out to act as a peacemaker at this time, and then he looked at the adjutant beside him.

"Adjutant, take this sergeant and find a squadron to support the front line."

"Yes." Upon hearing this, the adjutant quickly agreed and then took Wirtz to a military camp.

After counting the number of people, Wirtz was stunned.

"Okay, this unit is responsible for assisting you. You must hold on a little longer." The adjutant said this, looked at Wirtz on the side, and gave an order.

"Sir, didn't you hear what I just said? The enemy on the front line is about 10,000, and you sent us 500 reinforcements?"

What can five hundred soldiers do?

And looking at the equipment of this army, it is not much better than our own troops.

Is it necessary to eliminate dissidents during war?

Wirtz was immediately extremely disappointed with the current Naples army.

"This is not something I can decide. The enemy on the front line already outnumbers us. We can only be prepared to fight with a smaller force. Otherwise, I will arrange five or six thousand people for you here, and other fronts will have fewer people. I hope you understand." The adjutant said this and patted Wirtz on the shoulder.

"That's terrible." Wirtz said softly.

Curse.

There are clearly at least 30,000 people here, but only 500 people were sent out to provide support.

Of course, the adjutant did not hear this, otherwise Wirtz would at least have been slapped in the face.

But this couldn't be blamed on the adjutant, as everyone knew that Garibaldi was the one who listened to Giovanni's orders the most.

Giovanni gave Garibaldi only one order, which was to defend the city of Florence at all costs.

The current base camp is the most critical location. No matter what, it is impossible to get Garibaldi to move his troops from the base camp.

Wiltz had no choice but to rush back with the 500 good soldiers. It would be good enough if they could make even a small difference in the battle situation.

……

On the other side, Litt and Martin had already exchanged more than twenty moves.

The sixth-level Martin could not gain any advantage at all when facing Litt.

Litt's fighting style is so weird. He was fighting with you with a sword one second ago, and then he retreated two steps and threw a fireball at you the next second.

This enemy is the most difficult to deal with as it is both a warrior and a mage, and their levels are both quite high.

Martin gradually became exhausted.

Finally, after a few more moves, Martin found an opportunity, which was the only opportunity he had found so far.

Regardless of whether it is the other party's scheme or not, you must act like a fish and take the hook.

Martin thrust his sword hard at Litt.

But Litt moved his body in the air in a way that Martin did not expect, and seemingly dodged the attack easily. Then, a sword was placed on Martin's neck.

"You lost." Litt said this, and in the look he gave Martin, there was no disdain of a strong man for a weak man, only indifference.

Martin looked at Litt in front of him in disbelief.

He thought that this was a good opportunity, because people cannot move their bodies in mid-air, but he forgot that Litt knew magic and could do things that went against common sense through magic.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Martin said this and sighed.

"You can take my life now, or you can let me go. It's all up to you."

"According to our previous agreement, you just need to let your army retreat." Litt said this and put down the sword in his hand.

Martin was also a very martial man. After seeing Litt put down his sword, he also put his sword back, indicating that he would not pose a threat to Litt.

The Antican army was naturally ecstatic to see their commander win, but the Naples soldiers began to feel timid when they saw that Martin, who was usually invincible on the battlefield, could not beat the enemy.

The two men had been fighting for more than ten minutes. If it weren't for the previous conversation and the subsequent duel, this army of a thousand people would have been defeated long ago.

"There's nothing to say. I have to accept the defeat." Martin spread his hands helplessly, then turned to look at his troops.

"Brothers, we cannot defeat this army. For the sake of your lives, we will retreat to the base camp to rest and make plans later."

Following this order, the soldiers quickly put down their weapons and then followed Martin out in an orderly manner.

"Lite... Young Master, is it okay to just let them go like this?" Virgil came up at this time, looked at the peasant soldiers who were leaving, and looked at Litt beside him in confusion.

"Of course it doesn't matter." Litt said this, as if she was still immersed in the exciting battle just now. She let out a long breath and then said, "Orson once taught me that attacking the city is inferior, and attacking the heart is superior."

"This peasant army has only a little over a thousand people. Even if they retreat, it won't be such a big blow to us. On the contrary, when I talked with their commander just now, I realized that what we did before was not enough."

"Not enough?" Virgil asked in confusion.

"We have already reduced taxes in the occupied areas, and we have also maintained good governance and law and order. Even so, haven't we done enough?"

"Yeah, it's not enough." Li Te nodded. "At least, in their opinion, it's not just about what we do that makes them give up resistance."

"We have to wait and see what their superiors will do. Only when their superiors make them feel disheartened will they lay down their weapons and choose to resist." Litt said this and continued his analysis.

"Look, Virgil, this army is clearly the one guarding the outer line of defense. If we were to use our troops normally, the first line of defense would be the troops above the standard level, even if we would not use the most elite troops.

Put it up, right? But the enemy didn't do that. Their army, from equipment to morale, was just like a peasant army, which is what we commonly call the third-line troops, cannon fodder. "

"Generally speaking, cannon fodder are sandwiched between regular troops and follow the regular troops to charge, so that morale will not collapse. However, this army was able to go to the front line and was listed separately on the outermost layer, which shows that the commander does not want them to survive."

"So, as long as we make them realize this, it will be easy for them to understand that they have been betrayed, and then they will help us."

"I didn't expect that you, Master Litt, could think of this." Virgil did not hesitate to praise.

"Hehe, this is what Orson told me. Virgil, you don't have to be so surprised." When Litt heard Virgil say this, he smiled shyly.

"...Master Lit, you have really grown a lot." Virgil said this with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"If you want to praise someone, praise Orson. He taught me well."

"However, this army only has a thousand people at most, and they are mainly peasants. Even if they betray us, the rewards we get don't seem to be that much."

"Virgil, sometimes, we don't just do things for the sake of rewards. Although they only have a thousand people, they still have a thousand lives. We can't save them on the front battlefield, but in this case, if we can make more people repent, it will also be a good thing for the rulers who will take root here in the future."

"Who will be the ruler in the future doesn't seem to have anything to do with us, right?"

"Well... who knows?" Litt said this, jumped on his horse, and continued to lead the army forward to take over the position.

……

Martin retreated with his troops, and on the way, he ran into Wirtz who came with reinforcements.

"Martin? What's going on with you?" Wirtz saw the retreating army. Although everyone was retreating, they were in an orderly manner, with intact military appearance. It didn't look like they had lost a battle at all.

More importantly, the number of people did not decrease and no one was injured.

Is it possible that there was no fight?

"Wilts, is this the reinforcement you brought?" Martin said, looking at the troops behind Wilts.

"Ah... because other fronts were also attacked, so there was no way to spare so many troops from behind. I could only rush here with the general's guards."

"Is that so...there's nothing we can do about it." Martin sighed helplessly when he heard what Wiltz said.

"By the way, Martin, how about you? What's going on?"

Martin told Wirtz about the bet between him and Litt. Upon hearing this, Wirtz sighed.

"Well, that's fine. Otherwise, I would bring 500 people here now, probably just to collect your bodies." He said this and patted Martin on the shoulder.

"It's okay. It doesn't matter if you lose. The lives of our brothers are saved. As long as we have the green mountains, we will not be afraid of running out of firewood. Just don't let the people above know about this, otherwise they will think you are colluding with the enemy and lock you up."

"Of course I know that." Martin nodded after hearing this, and then everyone turned back to the base camp.

As they approached the base camp and saw the flags standing in the camp, Martin looked at Wilts in confusion.

"Wiltz, didn't you say there were no reserves?"

"Indeed, there are no more. These are all the general's guards." Wiltz explained helplessly.