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#546 - I also have a plan
Watching Gelinon being lowered from the castle in a hanging basket, Sechinger turned around and grabbed Wien's arm.
He questioned him sternly, "Are you truly surrendering, or is it a false surrender?"
Wien did not answer, but stared fixedly into Sechinger's eyes.
After less than three seconds, Sechinger involuntarily released his arm.
"They are attacking the city so fiercely, without any signs of encircling to strike at reinforcements.
According to the intelligence from the Holy Grandson, Kasha County is the Osla family's reinforcements, so the Gravel Plain nobles are also likely to move."
Without answering Sechinger's question, Wien slowly analyzed the battle situation.
"We can hold out for a maximum of three more days, which is February 24th." Wien looked at the wounded soldiers all over the city, paused, and said, "They are deliberately controlling the speed because they are afraid of taking the castle too early, and little Moli won't come."
By the time the news of the city's fall reaches Moliati's ears, it will probably be another day or two, which is February 26th.
At Moliati's speed, she has probably already entered the battlefield range of the Edict Legion, and what follows will be encounters and field battles.
Judging from the Salvation Army's marching speed and dispatching capabilities, they can move north to support by abandoning the South Nauan River defense line.
With the insight of that Holy Grandson, he will definitely do so.
But the Salvation Army is not truly a savior, they will probably need 20-30 days to break through the Deer Horn Township.
This time difference is enough for the Edict Legion and Moliati's mountain knights to complete a major decisive battle.
Previously, the mountain knights could fight for a while by using the terrain, castles, and arrows.
In field battles, the mountain knights can't last for even ten days, not that Wien is belittling the mountain knights.
If the Salvation Army attacks forcefully, they will probably be at the end of their strength when they arrive, while the Edict Legion will be well-rested.
But if the Salvation Army doesn't come, and just watches, then after solving Moliati, Prince Condé will move south to attack the Salvation Army.
Not only is Wien in the sentry fort in a desperate situation, but the entire Thousand River Valley is already in a desperate situation.
An almost unsolvable desperate situation!
"Moliati is willing to set out to save me because she believes she can still save me, so she will come desperately.
But if I die, and the news of the city's fall spreads, she will no longer advance, but will stay in the High Castle area.
Then the church's strategy of luring her to attack will fail, although North Mangde County is probably not coming back, but there is still a glimmer of hope."
Wien was so calm as if he were not talking about himself.
"Do you mean, we open the city gates and launch a surprise attack? Run if we can, die in battle if we can't?" Sechinger asked tentatively, "Or pretend to surrender, and then find an opportunity to escape and rebel?"
Wien stopped walking, he turned around and held the city wall, looking out from the crenellations, staring solemnly at the endless camps and patrolling Edict knights outside the city.
"It's useless, dying in a breakout, living in a breakout, dying in surrender, living in surrender, none of them can produce any change in the final situation." Wien pressed his palm on the rough brick, "It only determines my own destiny."
This delay is enough for the Salvation Army to arrive.
But if Lakunio wasn't a pig, he would definitely call the noble coalition of Gravel Plain to contain High Castle.
Then he himself would lead the main force south to meet the exhausted Salvation Army, even if Moliati could defeat the intercepting Gravel Plain coalition, she probably wouldn't be able to rescue in time.
"Then what should we do?" Sechinger followed Wien blankly.
Wien didn't answer, but instead admired the scenery before him.
The purple evening sun of spring fell behind the mountains, and the rosy clouds was tied to the mountains and treetops like clouds and mist. Leaning on the wall, this knight, who had always been frowning, stretched his brows for the first time.
He looked east, as if he saw the yellow dust raised by Moliati's rescue nearly a thousand miles away, and the chubby face still in his memory.
How many years have passed, what will Moliati look like now?
Unconsciously, an image suddenly flashed in Wien's mind, Moliati fell in a pool of blood, and Prince Condé flicked away her treasured mask with the tip of his spear.
It was a childish and innocent face like a nine-year-old child, with tears in her eyes but desperately holding back from flowing when her wrist was hit by a wooden sword.
Seeing Wien not speaking all the time, Sechinger couldn't help it, he asked anxiously: "You can analyze so much, can't you think of a good way to solve the situation? Is Lakunio's design so perfect?"
"Of course not, it also has weaknesses..."
Wien stopped halfway through his words, making Sechinger so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.
But Wien himself raised his head, looking at the battle flag behind him that was undulating like waves in the west wind.
In 1446, the first warm wind from the Emerald Sea landed in Windmill Land, and the huge windmills on the mills turned slowly.
The warm wind blew across the soft brims of the French New Army's hats, and the enterprising new king and the far-sighted prime minister looked out over the fertile land of Leia.
On the way forward, it blew across the sky full of flags outside Changge City, pushing the smoke-filled warships and fifty thousand surging soldiers on both sides of the Golden Nauan River.
When this warm wind with smoke and swords blew to Thousand River Valley and on Wien's face, he just looked at the church army camp in the distance that was about to sink into the night.
Perhaps Moliati was right, this is the best opportunity in a hundred years.
If it were in peacetime, none of the three kingdoms would allow Thousand River Valley to be independent.
But now, the Leia Kingdom, as the direct suzerain state, is in civil war, and the Leia people cannot directly intervene.
France and the Norn people are overseas forces, and directly sending troops will allow the Leia people to shift the contradictions through war, and can only provide all support other than sending troops.
Prince Condé knows that this is his last chance to seize Thousand River Valley, the only chance to get rid of being a church's running dog.
Moliati, Horn, Juanuo and other smart people, how could they think of it later than Prince Condé?
This is the most hopeful year for Thousand River Valley, and also the most desperate year.
If Vincent were born twenty years later, what would he do if he saw the current situation?
stroking the knight's sword at his waist, the gray horse knight Wien looked up at the porcelain blue sky divided by the dawn-dusk line.
Back then, Vincent, Moliati's father, personally put on the knight's sword for the gray horse knight in the spring evening, and conferred him as a knight.
Vincent, as a Kush mountain man, worked hard all his life, wanting to support the Juanuo faction and obtain imperial recognition through peaceful reforms.
But it turned into a bubble under the church's manipulations and plays.
Vincent was the adopted son of Duke Hemas, the husband of the Duke's daughter, the future Duke Hemas with high position and great power, with unlimited prospects.
But he still died frustrated.
The last last wish he gave to Wien, the knight he trusted the most, was "I hope Moliati can live freely and carefree like an ordinary girl."
Wien solemnly promised, but has never been able to do it.
Moliati is not free at all, since her youth she has been tirelessly preparing for this uprising, and is worried every day.
On the contrary, the gray horse knight Wien has become the free and carefree one.
"What would you do?" Wien murmured looking at the knight's sword in his hand, this is the sword Vincent gave him.
If Vincent were still here, if he were in my position, what would he do?
The sword did not answer, but the gray horse knight already knew the answer.
Covered in rosy clouds, the gray horse knight in Sechinger's eyes shook off the dust on his body for the first time, revealing his original appearance, shining brightly.
"Can I trust you?"
Looking at Wien's eyes, Sechinger suddenly remembered Nagmei's back riding a horse in the sun and the cold and humid mountain castle.
The white light reflected on the armor was like cold ice, freezing Sechinger on the wall for a long time.
"The Norsemen have never stopped wanting to live in sunshine and flowers." Sechinger's voice contained the common accumulated snow in the hearts of all mountain county people, hoarse and deep.
"I have a gamble, if I lose, I will lose my reputation, die in vain, die neither honorably nor gloriously, and even be laughed at!"
Wien took a step forward, his always calm eyes were actually red at this moment.
"But if I win the bet, the current situation in Thousand River Valley... the situation for a hundred years, can immediately turn from dusk to dawn, and turn danger into safety!"