Wait until one day, when they think they have prepared carefully and can challenge us, hey... then, it will be the perfect time for us to give them a fatal blow!"
At this point, Redd deliberately left it a secret and did not finish what he wanted to say later, but the profound meaning contained in it does not need to be elaborated.
In the eyes of Redd, the so-called potential ally is actually just another stumbling block that needs to be removed and eliminated. As for when to take action and what means to use to achieve the goal, it all depends on the actual situation.
At this moment, his sight has gone beyond the trivial matters between this city and the country, and is looking directly towards the broader and far-reaching grand blueprint.
Maybe the joint cooperation between his opponents this time will become the best opportunity for him to kill them all in one fell swoop?
Redd originally expected to receive a direct challenge from the Three Daughters kingdom or Qohor, but unexpectedly,
What he received was a piece of urgent military intelligence from the Dornish Marches district in the north. This sudden news instantly broke the temporary peaceful atmosphere.
"Your Majesty, something bad has happened! The situation in Sehoru Town is extremely critical!
There are tens of thousands of Dothraki's roaring warriors launching a fierce attack on our town with great momentum and ferocity!"
The messenger who delivered the letter was exhausted from running all the way and was panting. His face was covered with sweat that he hadn't had time to wipe off and a look of horror that couldn't be concealed.
Saihelu Town is located on the east coast of Rhoyne. This place is of extremely great strategic significance to the entire Volantis--
Because it is not only one of the key outposts to defend against enemy invasion from the direction of the Dothraki Sea ocean;
And from a geographical point of view, compared with the corresponding sister towns on the west side of the river,
This place is obviously more likely to be trampled by Dothraki's horse hooves first.
"Dothraki?" When he heard the name, Redd subconsciously placed his finger on the huge map in front of him, and gently clicked on the specific location marked with the words 'Sehoru Town'.
At the same time, an imperceptible cold light quickly flashed through his deep and sharp eyes.
You know, these nomadic groups living on the vast grasslands have always been accustomed to making a living by plundering other people's property.
It can be said that there seems to be nothing special about their invasion, and it is completely consistent with their usual behavior.
However, if we think about the detailed information provided by Douglas before about the secret communication between the envoys sent by the Kingdom of Three Daughters and Qohor,
Redd's vigilant heart began to become restless again, and an ominous premonition emerged...
"The timing is too coincidental!" He sneered secretly, and a trace of doubt could not help but arise in his heart:
"Not long ago, I declined the so-called 'olive branch of goodwill' offered by Three Daughters's kingdom.
And at this moment, Qohor is resentful of me because of that damn Greyscale.
Humph, are these cunning guys so eager to find out my details?
Maybe, these Dothraki in front of me are the bait they deliberately put out. Their purpose is nothing more than to touch my bottom and see how much I weigh."
From the bottom of his heart, he felt extremely tired of this hidden and roundabout way of testing.
If it weren't for the fact that the human resources, advanced technology and huge wealth accumulated by these city-states have considerable utilization value,
And he also hopes to take over as intact as possible. I'm afraid he can't hold back his temper for a long time.
Directly order King Ghidorah to use its unparalleled powerful Gravity Beam, reducing all places including Tyrosh, Myr, Lys and even Qohor to ruins.
After all, compared to the time-consuming and laborious construction and management, destruction is obviously more straightforward.
"Go and call Marcus immediately!" Redd, with a heavy face, gave a brief but unquestionable instruction to the attendants beside him.
At this moment, he had already made a decision in his heart - the battle that was about to break out was not limited to border defense in a simple sense;
It is more like a powerful deterrent operation against hostile forces lurking in the dark.
At the same time, this is undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for experimentation...
When Marcus hurried into the study and quickly knelt down on one knee, his resolute face that had been honed in the battlefield revealed a look of understanding.
After all, as the commander-in-chief of the entire army, he has a wealth of information on the war situation from the northern border area by virtue of his intelligence network and personal connections.
At this moment, Redd, who was sitting at the desk, did not raise his head to look at Marcus kneeling on the ground.
His deep and sharp eyes were still firmly fixed on the spread out military map.
But a hint of irresistible coercion can be heard from his calm and calm tone:
"According to the urgent request for help sent from the front line, the number of Dothraki troops coming to invade this time is approximately 80,000.
So now, I will allocate you 50,000 troops and order you to immediately lead them north to reinforce the garrison stationed in Saihoru City.
Facing such a powerful enemy, what are your chances of successfully defending this city?"
After hearing Redd's words, Marcus secretly took a breath, because he knew very well that the prince in front of him did not just simply want to test his military talents;
The more important point is that if this mission can be successfully completed, it means that he is expected to completely get rid of the "slave commander" title that has always made him feel humiliated, and officially enter the door of the country's highest power circle.
Thinking of this, Marcus couldn't help but straighten his body, and then responded in a low and firm voice, "Your Highness, please rest assured!
My subordinates will definitely go all out and fight to the death, defend the safety of Sehoru City to the death, and resolutely repel these enemies who dare to invade!"
Unlike those who like to brag blindly and make grand promises easily, Marcus did not exaggerate to ensure that this battle would be won.
However, it is this matter-of-fact attitude that makes every word he says seem particularly authentic and credible.