Pressure: Princess Renner Wants a Prayer Day Gift

Raeven Raven ignored the group of eyesores and looked at Gazef with a friendly smile:

"Your Dragon Lords, do you have any specific plans?"

Speaking of the words "Dragon Lords".

Raeven Raven lowered his voice and became respectful, for he had heard that Dragon Race were born with powerful sensory abilities.

He wasn't sure if the Blue Sky Dragon Lord could hear him speaking here, so he had to be careful.

"It ordered us to send troops immediately."

Gazef sighed inwardly before responding.

Is that so?

Raeven Raven looked as if he had expected it, showing no surprise at the answer.

Instead, the other nobles in the room erupted in an uproar, and the noise that had just subsided rose again, even more intensely.

"Shut up!"

Raeven roared, his eyes sweeping fiercely over the group. "What do you think this place is!"

"Who do you think you are? How dare we interfere with the actions of the high and mighty Dragon Lords!"

The current situation.

It reminded him of his youngest son, who liked to lie on the lawn of the manor and watch two ant colonies fight.

For an ant, the youngest son only needs to lend a hand to easily decide which side wins, but how can a group of ants interfere with the thoughts of a being high above?

"Then proceed according to the plan."

Raeven Raven raised a hand to his forehead and waved to the crowd below:

"With the Blue Sky Dragon Lord as our backer, there's no need to delay any longer. Let's make our move!"

The order has been issued.

On the battlefield amidst the reddish-brown earth.

The Kingdom's forces numbered around 100,000, divided into three battle formations: 30,000 on the left wing, 30,000 on the right wing, and nearly 40,000 in the center.

In addition, there are 1,000 elite troops each from the "Gazef Legion" and the "Blood Rose Legion".

"Drink!!"

"Drink!!"

The 30,000 infantrymen on the left flank were the first to move!

All the soldiers raised their nearly three-meter-long Lancer, forming a moving forest of spears as they advanced towards the Empire.

Such a commotion!

The message was received by the Empire immediately, and the battalion commanders and division commanders at the front line reported it up the chain of command.

"They made the first move, just as expected."

"To advance using guns in battle formations is truly a foolish move."

"That Raeven Raven thought he had some skill, but it turns out his level is just so-so."

Sarcastic comments echoed throughout the Imperial Daben.

The spear formation is not suitable as an offensive formation, but rather as a defensive one. This formation was originally prepared by the Kingdom to deal with the empire's heavy cavalry.

The dense formation, coupled with the heavy weapons, makes it incapable of dealing with rapid enemy movements; it is only suitable for defending against enemy charges!

"The time allotted for drawing troops from various noble families and then integrating them into the army was far too short."

"There's no time to practice formations, so we can only use the methods we're best at."

Some people offered a rational assessment.

Kingdom and empires are completely different in various systems.

In particular, the Imperial Army was structured with generals who were Commander of various regiments, and below them were division commanders and battalion commanders, forming a fairly stable organizational structure.

In contrast, the Kingdom were led by individual nobles who either commanded their own troops or provided them with military strength, and each unit would act according to the ideas of its own faction.

Raeven Raven's ability to quickly take control of a chaotic force of 100,000 men speaks volumes about his skill and competence.

"Since the Kingdom's actions are as predicted, then let's proceed with the battle as planned!"

The commander-in-chief delivered a stern voice, issuing the final decision.

"Yes, General!"

"Yes, General!"

"Yes, General!" came the orderly voices of obedience.

The sounds of battle cries rang out.

Thirty thousand Kingdom soldiers began their charge towards the imperial formation.

Long iron Lancer!

It emitted a sharp, cold light, piercing through the frigid air as it continued to advance.

Comparing the overall troop strength and numbers of both sides.

The Kingdom clearly had the advantage, as the empire had only sent a total of 60,000 troops.

While they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, the soldiers who made up the Kingdom were almost all peasants, whereas the Empire's army consisted of professional soldiers.

The soldiers conscripted by the Kingdom were all peasants from various noble territories; in essence, it was simply a matter of getting peasants to take up arms.

The empire, on the other hand, spends time and money training its soldiers, which is why the wars between the empire and the Kingdom over the years have always been small-scale conflicts.

For the Blood Emperor.

The goal is achieved simply by sending the Kingdom's peasants to the battlefield; the empire will not deliberately waste the time and money spent training its soldiers unless absolutely necessary.

"The Kingdom's Left Wing Corps has reached the center of the battlefield!"

"Have the archers prepare. Don't worry about arrow losses. Fire together for the first three waves, then fire randomly starting from the fourth wave!"

"Magic Support Team, prepare!"

"Move to a position 300 meters away and apply a magical buff to the archer units!"

One instruction after another was issued quickly and methodically.

The air was torn apart.

"Whoosh--whoosh--!"

Short, high-pitched sounds, seemingly piercing eardrums, shot out densely from the Imperial camp, transforming into countless black shadows across the sky.

The arrow fletching continued to rub against each other, vibrating with a teeth-grinding buzzing sound.

Duh!

An arrow flew through the air in a curved arc and pierced the forehead of a fearful and bewildered Kingdom soldier.

".-. ah!"

"Ah!"

"No!!"

In an instant, the Kingdom's Left Wing Corps suffered over a thousand casualties.

"Don't stop!"

"Charge forward! Anyone who beheads an Imperial soldier will be rewarded with three silver coins."

A loud shout came from behind.

Fear of the nobles and the lure of money immediately roused the terrified soldiers to take up their weapons again and charge once more.

However, the once well-organized lineup is now showing signs of chaos.

The Empire's magical forces.

The group was small, only about 20 people. The Commander was a 30-year-old outstanding talent who could use second -Tier Magic.

"Pooh!"

"These people from the Kingdom are really stingy." A Magic Caster heard the Kingdom commander's encouraging voice through magic.

"A soldier's head from our Empire is only worth three silver coins?"

"This isn't just stinginess! Decadent nobility!"

"Our entire army of 60,000 men is worth less than 15,000 gold coins?"

"Damn it! I'm going to kill them!"

The group of Magic Caster shouted angrily.

Before the two armies even made actual contact, the losses of the Left Wing Corps had already risen sharply, and by the time they reached the Imperial cavalry, the number of casualties had approached 3,000!

High casualties occurred as soon as the war began.

The nobles of the Kingdom didn't care at all.

Raeven Raven remained calm. When facing a defending side, the attacking side would naturally suffer more casualties, which was within a reasonable range.

The high ground of the Kingdom's Daben.

Raeven Raven and his group gazed at the battlefield where the two sides had already clashed, analyzing the combat strength and deployment of the Imperial soldiers.

Prepare for the second wave of attacks!

"Throat."

Gazef frowned deeply and sighed inwardly. He felt utterly powerless at this act of testing people's lives.

He is now extremely famous, but he still cannot change the nobles' contempt for him, nor does he have the right to interfere in the nobles' decisions.

"Raeven Raven, this formation is not suitable for attacking, and Lancer weapons will deplete your stamina prematurely."

After a moment of silence, Gazef finally spoke, "If this continues, our casualties will only increase."

"Kindness."

Raeven Raven nodded calmly in agreement, his eyes unfathomable. "A very stupid way to attack, isn't it?"

"Can Your Excellency Gazef predict what kind of countermeasure the Empire will take?"

The air grew still.

Gazef made a mistake; even Raeven Raven himself described it as a "very stupid attack."

"--My lord, that's very direct."

Gazef gave a wry smile, and after thinking for a moment, he seemed to understand. "We should focus on defense."

"I actually think Mr. Gazef is quite straightforward, which is the kind of person people like."

Raeven Raven chuckled softly, glancing sideways at Lainas. "Your Excellency Lainas, what are your thoughts?"

"No."

Lainas responded calmly, "You are the commander-in-chief of the legion. Just let me do whatever you need me to do."

Faced with this indifference.

Raeven Raven shrugged, a slight smile playing on his resolute face, seemingly unconcerned.

She had investigated Lainas, and found that apart from being close to Princess Renner, Renas was indifferent to everyone else, and even avoided attending banquets.

This is a rather offensive act!

Raeven Raven, however, saw it as a form of wisdom, capable of avoiding many unnecessary troubles.

"It would be foolish to launch an offensive, but we have no choice but to." Raeven Raven withdrew his gaze and looked back at the battlefield. He was certain the Empire would adopt a defensive strategy!

They might even continue to adopt a defensive strategy, leaving their Kingdom with no choice but to keep attacking.

The pressure on the Blue Sky Dragon Lord doesn't just lie with the empire!

Three days!

"Three days at most," Raeven Raven said through gritted teeth in a low voice.

Lainas and Gazef were both intelligent people and understood that the "three-day deadline" was a third princess's palace that Raeven Raven had shown to the Dragon Lords.

Tang Zheng's conversation with Princess Renner continued.

"This sudden war was never a war between the Kingdom and empires."

Princess Renner seemed a little hot; one button on her blouse was undone, revealing her snow-white neck, and she spoke with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth:

The Council State supports the Kingdom, and the Slane Theocracy supports the Empire; this is a test between the Council State and the Slane Theocracy.

A very clear conclusion!

This fact is not difficult for the world's top brightest minds to deduce, and the more they think about it, the more they feel a sense of desolation and powerlessness.

Princess Renner did not share these feelings.

Despite sitting upright with a cute and innocent face, she displayed a completely different side.

"The Slane Theocracy cannot refuse, and the Baharuth Empire before them only has two paths."

"Resist with all your might or surrender. For the Theocracy, once the Empire is defeated, the Kingdom will inevitably and completely side with the Council State."

"Then," the Slane Theocracy's strategy of using Kingdom as a buffer between Council State will fail. This is not what the Slane Theocracy wants to see.

Princess Renner gently shook her delicate white fingers, displaying an adorable demeanor.

Tang Zheng's lazy and indifferent expression showed a slight change.

How could they possibly deduce that the Kingdom served as a buffer between the Slane Theocracy and the Council State?

This woman slapped him!

Tang Zheng raised his hands, clapped lightly, and said with an expression of approval, "It is a loss to the entire Kingdom that your wisdom has been ignored by the Royal Family."

"It is an honor."

Princess Renner's eyebrows curved even more sharply, her body trembled slightly, and she leaned forward. "Such a conjecture is something Your Excellency could also have come up with."

but.

Ultimately, there was a fatal oversight, which Tang Zheng knew better than Princess Renner.

If the Kingdom is backed by the Council State, then behind the Council State lies the Platinum Dragon Lord!

Princess Renner was unaware of the differences between the Platinum Dragon Lord and the other Dragon Lords, so she viewed the Council State as a whole.

There will be a huge difference between making predictions about the entire Council State and making predictions about the individual Platinum Dragon Lord!

This wasn't Princess Renner's fault, but rather a miscalculation in intelligence.

"Oh, three days?"

Tang Zheng's eyes flickered, but he wasn't on guard against Princess Renner. He nodded slightly and muttered to himself.

Princess Renner's shoulders twitched slightly.

She knew this was Lainas, who was on the battlefield, passing on intelligence to Tang Zheng.

"Such a convenient feature."

Princess Renner picked up the teacup on the table, took an elegant sip, and thought to herself, "It's the same warm water as Tang Zheng's."

After listening to Lainas's report on the situation at the front.

Tang Zheng's gaze met Princess Renner's slightly resentful look.

"Your Highness, have you made any new discoveries?" Tang Zheng asked with a smile.

"That's not it."

"I'm just a little sad, Mr. Tang, you didn't really consider me one of your own."

Princess Renner's initial coldness and indifference vanished as she analyzed the situation, revealing her innocent and naive princess persona.

"Mingming even went to that dangerous place, the Council State, on behalf of Lord Tang."

Tang Zheng remembered that Princess Renner had General Class as an actress, which seemed to have a level 4. He didn't know what the acting level of this profession was like.

I truly felt this from Princess Renner at that moment.

"Hahaha."

Tang Zheng laughed. He didn't need to delve into Princess Renner's sudden question; he simply needed to ask her in return:

Why do you say that?

"Your Excellency Tang gave Lainas a gift for the Prayer Day, but not me. Isn't that a bit unfair?"

Princess Renner spoke in a normal tone, with a hint of coquetry, raising her delicate white finger to point at the magic thermos on the table:

"The most valuable item in the entire room is this thermos."

Prayer Day gifts?

Tang Zheng didn't think Lainas would tell Princess Renner about this, so it must have been the other party who discovered it through details.

"Eight Fingers" isn't short of money.

Tang Zheng chuckled, then changed his tone casually, "Perhaps there will be extra gifts this year on the Prayer Day." "Oh, really?"

Princess Renner's deep sapphire eyes lit up, seemingly oblivious to the hidden meaning in her words. Her spirits lifted, and she suppressed her excitement, saying:

"I'm really looking forward to this year's Prayer Day."

This is more than just a gift.

Rather, it was the genuine acceptance she received from this mysterious man before her.