Another person stepped forward to fill in.

"You are a doctor, at least do something!" Willow shouted anxiously to Ramon, who was curled up behind him.

"I'm not a military doctor!" Ramon glanced at the enemies in all directions, held his head and shouted: "And that prince didn't say there was this scene!"

"I should have known we should have brought out some pikemen!" Ada sighed as she stood guard around Thales, looking at the situation around her.

Her defenseless scimitar is only suitable for small-scale combat. Unless it hits the vital point directly, the damage on the armor will not be enough, and it is impossible to dodge to the maximum extent on a crowded battlefield.

If I had known better, I should have brought my father's two-handed machete that was said to be able to break armor... It was the standard equipment of the Guards of the Ancient Elf Kingdom a long time ago.

"No one expected this battle!" No enemy had broken through to the second row yet, but Putilai still looked back worriedly, glanced at Thales, and shouted anxiously: "This is unreasonable!"

"There is nothing unreasonable on the battlefield!" At the front of the formation, Alaka waved his sword crazily, with an extra wound on his body: "Surviving is reasonable!"

"Withstand the first round of impact. When their offensive weakens, look for opportunities to break out!"

"Otherwise we will all be consumed here to death!"

In the center of the formation, Thales was lying on his back hiding among the soldiers, breathing rapidly.

He was in a state of panic.

Thales wanted to calm his hands buried in the snow so that they would no longer tremble.

But amidst the deafening shouts and collisions of thousands of people, his forearm was like an out-of-control wild horse, trembling unsatisfactorily in the endless sound of fighting, regardless of the owner's will.

Damn it.

Thales trembled his teeth and lips, feeling ashamed of his first battlefield performance.

Calm down quickly.

But no one seemed to care about his appearance. The soldiers around him looked around nervously, fearing that the layers of defense would be suddenly broken through from any direction.

A miserable howl came out - it was the sound of a star soldier being cut in half.

Thales shrank and closed his eyes.

Calm down!

At this moment, the familiar wave spread from his heart.

The world around me seemed to have quieted down.

Thales instantly grasped the situation all over his body, and he clearly realized which muscles were trembling.

With the help of that wave, he took deep, rhythmic breaths.

He soothed those muscles and finally calmed down the involuntary tremors.

My heart and breathing calmed down.

But this is not enough.

Thales turned his head extremely slowly, thinking desperately while time seemed to have slowed down countless times.

How to get out of the current predicament?

No, I don't understand military affairs at all, that is Araka and Sonia's expertise.

I can only think from a more comprehensive and fundamental place...

For example.

Why, why did Rumba kill me?

No.

I should think the other way around.

I die here... What is Rumba's purpose? What are his interests?

Think clearly about his motives and interests.

impossible.

The mission that robbed and killed the stars, the successors of the stars.

He has no benefit at all!

So what is Rumba for?

Did someone bribe him?

At this moment, long-lost memories of past lives resurfaced.

[War is a highly complex and changing form of social conflict, but it has long been ignored in our discipline...]

[The research results of many scholars are in response to Clausewitz’s classic discussion...]

[Male?evi? proposed that structure, organizational capabilities and legitimizing ideology are both prerequisites for large-scale collective violence...]

[Weber never explicitly included war as a social phenomenon in his theory, but he mentioned in his definition of the modern state that state power monopolizes the legitimate use of violence in the territory it claims...]

Thales struggled to resist the flashbacks of memories and the emergency situation in front of him.

hateful.

In its claimed territory…

etc!

Thales's pupils shrank.

Maybe it's not that complicated.

War is never about killing.

territory……

Lombard's original intention was to capture the North.

so……

The fluctuations passed away, time seemed to return to normal, and fighting and death returned to my ears.

Thales lay on the ground sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

He found the source of the conflict.

Now.

Gotta fix it!

"No!" An Exeter infantryman watched in horror as Alaka cut his throat: "You are... you are..."

But he could no longer say the rest.

"Fill my position!" Araka gritted his teeth and struck out with his sword again, knocking down a rough-skinned man with a hammer and retreating angrily. Two sword and shield soldiers filled up his defense line with firm faces.

"The momentum of their charge this round has been almost exhausted by us," Alaka panted, dragging his sword to the center of the formation, and said to Ada: "Leave the people behind and pack up the prince. I'll do it."

Fight your way back to the fortress!"

"Wait a moment!"

Thales couldn't care less about rest. He raised his head anxiously and shouted, attracting the attention of Putilai and Alaka: "Rumba!"

"Rumba's Army!"

"They sent no heavy infantry, no cavalry, not even crossbows and archers! Just these temporary light infantry recruits," Thales nervously recalled his only military knowledge: "They did not intend to defeat us in an instant.

!”

"So you want to stay and repay him?" Araka turned around and said sarcastically: "For Lumba's kindness, you let us live an extra quarter of an hour?"

"What he wants is to drag us here for this quarter of an hour, not to annihilate us quickly!" Thales refused Ada's support and stood up with difficulty: "Rumba is betting on the opponent's choice!"

"Our choice?" Waiya on the side thrust his sword out from behind the shield, forcing back an axe.

Before Wyatt was hit in the face by a long sword, Rolf dragged him back in time. Wyatt gasped and said, "Bet on us breaking out or holding on?"

"No," Thales opened his eyes and stared at Alaka: "Rumba is not betting on us."

"No!" Putilai understood instantly and turned pale: "He would never dare to use your life to..."

Thales said anxiously: "The Duke of Lombard is betting on the Broken Dragon Fortress behind us!"

"The bet is on the choice of Lord Sonia Satherley."

"Bet on whether she will send troops to rescue us!"

Alaka's pupils shrank suddenly.
Chapter completed!