This time, Cohen was silent. After a long time, Emperor Sibia made up his mind, "Okay! Hand over all your military rations, then retreat, and I will give you Silver Frost Castle."

"Why should we hand over military rations?"

"How can I rest assured if I don't hand over the army rations? Prince, what will you do if you pursue my troops?"

"Your Majesty is too suspicious." The prince smiled, "What will your Majesty do if you use these rations to pursue me?"

"Then poison the rations, burn them, and sprinkle them into the water." Emperor Sibia had a lot of bad ideas. "As soon as the rations are gone, everyone retreats. In twenty days, Silver Frost Castle will be yours."

"Your Majesty is so courageous." The prince gave a high-five and lowered his voice, "Your Majesty is not afraid that I will continue to attack in twenty days?"

"Of course it's a good thing that the prince has such confidence." Emperor Sibia laughed loudly, and walked back as soon as he led the horse. "If you have a good mood, the prince can come, and I will prepare the best wine to wait for you!"

Prince Ulysses also smiled, turned his horse's head, and returned to the formation with his son.

That night, the Divine Alliance handed over most of their rations, which were burned by Sibia's army, with thick smoke billowing out and covering the sky.

There was a little accident during the whole process of burning the army rations, and the little disputes never ended, because the unreasonable Sibia Army soldiers would move some food away before burning it, and set up a big pot to cook it next to it. It was obvious that

The Divine Alliance Army is heartbroken and itchy...

However, when it comes to fighting and causing trouble, who is the opponent of Sibia's army? So, in the retreat queue of the God's Allied Forces early the next morning, there were nearly a thousand more lightly wounded soldiers with bruises and swollen faces.

The prince just laughed at these things, ignored them completely, and commanded the troops to retreat wholeheartedly.

Retreating is not an easy task. It is even more difficult than advancing. Especially with the tiger Sibia behind you, the divine coalition forces need to be more cautious. While calling for reinforcements to slowly move closer to him, the prince ordered

Logistics sent enough food to ensure daily consumption during the retreat; in the process of arranging the retreat of troops in stages and batches, some troops that no longer had much combat effectiveness were streamlined and eliminated.

Such behavior made the middle-level generals of the Divine Alliance Army full of doubts, especially the generals of other empires. They almost pointed at the prince's nose and scolded him for his ulterior motives in excluding dissenters. However, the prince suppressed this behavior with an extremely tough attitude, uncharacteristically.

There was a turmoil, and a few days later, many middle-level generals wrote to the temple, reporting the prince's unusual behavior...

That night, the prince's son, who had not recovered from his serious injury and was just able to walk, came to his father's tent. As a son, the young man felt that he had the responsibility to remind his father of something.

"Coming?" Prince Ulysses looked at the map in his hand, and did not show any surprise at his son's arrival. He just pointed to a row of stools next to him, "Your injury is not healed yet, sit down!"

Seeing the gray on his father's temples, the son couldn't bear it, so he slowed down what he was going to say to question his father - he didn't know that it was this delay that greatly improved his status in his father's mind.

"My body is injured, but my head is not. I thought you couldn't understand my father's plan this time." The prince raised his head and looked at his son, "His face is still very bad. It seems that you won't be able to make it this time.

What's the strength?"

The son was a little confused and hesitated to speak.

"Don't be stubborn, your body is not suitable for running around."

Just as the son was about to ask what was going on, announcements were heard one after another outside the tent, and the commanders of each legion filed in, all dressed in military uniforms with murderous looks on their faces. After saying hello to the prince, they all sat down one by one.

"Everyone, I won't say much else." After everyone had almost arrived, the prince asked in a deep voice: "Are the troops ready?"

A general stood up and replied: "Reporting to the prince, all the troops have been prepared!"

"What about the actions of Sibia's army?" the prince asked again.

Another general replied: "Sbia's army is in the process of evacuating, and part of it has already left along the waterway."

"Okay! It's in line with my king's plan. They are in the middle of the retreat, when their defenses are at their weakest." The prince inspected his subordinates, "For this battle, I asked all the troops to advance quickly, not to care about anything, and to arrive on time.

Predetermine the location, surround Sibia's army and annihilate them all! Anyone who delays the opportunity will be killed without mercy!"

"yes!"

"The flanking troops have received orders from my king and will provide strong support during your operations!"

"yes!"

"You all return to your headquarters, execute the battle plan given to you before, and set off immediately!"

"yes!"

The commanders who received the order were about to get up and leave when there was a burst of urgent footsteps outside the tent.

After half a breath, a messenger rolled into the tent and cried: "Prince! Our two flanking troops were attacked by Sibia's army. They are all finished!"

"Nonsense!" The prince snapped, his eyes wide open, "The two flanks add up to 300,000 yuan, how can Sibia afford it?"

"Their commander...has died in the line of duty..." The messenger shivered in fear, "My head, my head was snatched back...

""The whole army..." The prince felt dizzy and couldn't help but press the table with both hands, "Deploy defense!"

Outside the camp of the God's Allied Forces, the dark and dense Sibia Army has begun to close the encirclement, with bright red battle flags flying high...

"Report to His Majesty the Emperor that the Mountain Dwarf United Army is in place!"

"Report to His Majesty the Emperor that the tribes are reuniting and the combined army is in place!"

"Report to His Majesty the Emperor that the special mixed flying group is in place!"

"Report to His Majesty the Emperor that the magician mixed brigade is in place!"

"Report to His Majesty the Emperor that the First Slave United Legion is in place!"

"Report to His Majesty the Emperor that the Elf Wolf Cavalry Corps is in place!"

"Reporting to His Majesty the Emperor, General Martin Luther's injuries worsened and he died in the line of duty..."

Emperor Sbia, who was in black clothes and armor, took the black iron sword with only the handle left from the secretary, held it tightly in his hand, and looked at the divine coalition camp on the horizon with an unusually low voice.
Chapter completed!