Eagle Flag of Epirus

"Oh, God!"

　　 The gate of the camp was blasted open, and no one had the courage to resist. The last soldiers under Count Simon either fled or were captured with their hands. No one could resist the enemy they used. The last thing Simon saw was a torrent of torrents.

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"What are you talking about? The camp where Earl Simon was stationed was lost? I don't know my life, and now the position has completely fallen into the hands of the Selmium nobles? Damn Yankee!" The battalion got news early the next morning. It was located in the narrow strip between the Ograj mountain area of ​​Mecia and the mountain area of ​​Belahisar. The direction they built was completely fallen to the Sermium Noble Army overnight. During the attack. Everything came too fast and too fast, they didn't even react at all, and what made them puzzled was that there was obviously a nobleman like Earl Simon sitting there, and there were four to five thousand people stationed there. Less than half of the people who could barely escape back were defeated so easily.

　　Too shame, they didn't even have time to react. The militant Grand Duke Bolier also turned purple with anger, his burly and fat body was swaying, and the other Palatonaung nobles also looked pretty. Before, they had been confronting each other with Ivan Asen's army around the kingdom's capital, Turnovo. Although there would be some friction in the market between the two sides, there has never been a fierce contest.

　　 There is already a tacit understanding between the nobles on both sides. They don't want to see each other too much, trying to transfer the civil war to the negotiating table. The stalemate so far is just to get a more favorable bargaining chip.

But now the situation is completely different. The Selmium nobles actually took the initiative to take down the key areas of the Ograj mountain area and the Belahisar mountain area. This is not friction, but a real military action, Palaton. Naon directly lost an earl, which meant that he had to get permission from Grand Duke Ivan Assen beforehand.

　　The civil war has inevitably broken out. To be indifferent is to deceive yourself.

　　 "It's too useless, I must settle this account with the Yankee group of bitches!"

　　 "That's right, it's so despicable, and suddenly attacked! These cunning Yankees!"

　　 "We must repay this hatred, Your Highness, Bollier, we are now ready to summon the army to take back the lost positions!"

　　 "Yes, that's right!"

　　The enthusiastic Paladonnaon nobles have called for the battle. They contemptuously turned their political opponents Thermium into the Yankees, and they felt that there would be a massive offensive in return.

And Bolier Assen himself, who was suffocated, has been waiting for this moment. He has been waiting for a clean contest with his cousin because of his militant nature. He has hated enough to have enough here. For everything, I don’t want to waste time anymore, it’s time to showdown with the other party.

　　 Just as he was about to issue an order to let the Palatonnaon nobles around him gather the army and return the color, a man's voice sounded at this moment.

　　 "Grand Duke Baolier, it's not the time yet! Have you forgotten what I told you before?"

　　 Outside the camp, a low voice sounded, and the man slowly walked in from outside, and the other nobles suddenly showed awe-inspiring expressions when they saw him.

　　 "Your Excellency Connaught, you are back."

　　 "Master Connaught, you are finally back to preside over the overall situation. The Yankees are already ready to move..."

　　 The nobles stood up one after another and said eagerly, not understanding why the adult who had just rushed back in front of them was obstructing them.

But Earl Connaughtine waved his hand and said: "I have already roughly understood what happened last night. You don't have to say it anymore. I rushed over to discuss this matter with the Grand Duke." Lille Assen said solemnly, and there seemed to be a force in the words of Earl Connoldin that instantly suppressed all other voices.

　　 Seeing this, the other Palatonavon nobles also had to shut their mouths. As for Bolier Asen as a grand prince who is under one person and above ten thousand people, he also seemed to be very respectful when he saw Connaughtin's arrival. He gave up his previous plan to fight back, and first rejected the others around him.

　　 "Earl Connaughtin and I have something to discuss. Let's put the matter aside for the time being. You can withdraw first!"

　　 "Yes, Your Highness."

　　 As a pivotal existence among the Palatonaon nobles, now that Earl Connaughtin has spoken, there is nothing left for the counterattack. The nobles who had beaten chicken blood just now had no choice but to retreat with their heads down.

　　 After a while, only Earl Connaughtin and Bolier Assen were left in the original tent.

"Uncle, why did you come back!" There was no one in private, and Baolier changed his name and asked warmly. This is why Earl Connaughtin has a high status, because his younger sister was before the Czaroyan. Queen of the Kingdom, and one of the heirs of the kingdom is his nephew of blood relatives. It can be said that this impeccable man was only able to equalize in the struggle with the talented Ivan Assen under the first-hand cultivation of Connaughtin~www.ltnovel.com~ So usually matters that matter, Boriel Assendu Connaught’s assistant is indispensable.

It’s just that it’s been three months since the civil war. The confrontation between the North and South nobles has not seen a clear picture. Borill tried to force a war several times but was stopped by his uncle, and this time it was the same. Can't understand.

　　 "Nothing, just making some preparations. I heard that something happened last night. I was afraid that you were reckless, so I rushed back overnight."

"But the pass between the Ograj Mountain Area and the Belahisar Mountains is too important. Losing there, Turnovo is already unstable. We must not give the initiative on the battlefield to the kid Ivan. Ah!" Despite being reckless and careless, Borill often played with the army. He knew the advantages of the terrain was important, and he couldn't admit that his uncle was still indifferent.

But at this moment, Earl Connaughton, who hadn’t said a word, replied slowly: “Do you think you did this, Ivan doesn’t know about it? You fell into his trap again, and now he thinks What is important is not the pass of the Ograj Mountains and the Belahisar Mountains, not even the throne, but your life, Bolier."

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