One of the seven starting poems of the abyss

One-seventh declaration of war

The fog began to spread from the night and did not dissipate until the morning. After a night of accumulation, it was like a thick white curtain that covered all the eyes in an unpredictable shadow. For the soldiers in the guard tower, there is no more terrible weather than this.

Fortunately, the shadow of the war has not spread to the border camps, but from the recent excessively frequent arms adjustments, there is always a strong sense of uneasiness. Although the adjustment of defense is also the daily business of soldiers, the soldiers in the border camp have slender nerves that ordinary soldiers can't compare with, or excessive sense of smell. They have a strong suspicion in this almost neurotic process.

Just like the current fog, there is a nightmare-like invasion premonition in the humid air, accompanied by the flowing air penetrating into every corner of the body, making the thinking ability cold and numb with the limbs.

"What a terrible weather... I really can't help but want to go back to drink..."

The guard on duty on the guard tower complained in a low voice:

"Such a thick fog is really scary... It seems that there is some terrible monster hidden on the other side of the fog, and I have been shaking since early in the morning..."

"It's really strange. It's not the first time I've encountered such a fog, and I've never seen you so decadent. What's wrong with you today? Isn't it a nightmare last night?"

The companion who was going to hand over took the weapons in his hand, sorted out his armor and stood in his original position. The guard did not leave the guard building immediately, but sat down on the wooden chair next to him:

"It shouldn't be the reason... But I can't help but want to tremble, and I also feel very strange today. Anyway, don't you feel that way? For example, is there anything hidden in the fog?

"Maybe you stood all night and were nervous because of fatigue, right? But it's not a bad thing to have such an intuition, at least to prove that you are a qualified soldier... Speaking of which, you are about to be promoted to captain! Does it rely on your overly careful principle?

"I'm more concerned about when I can go home than this matter... We have been stationed here for three months, and it should be time to go back to China for a rest... I can't wait to think so."

"It's really enviable to have a wife and children, at least so that you won't be lonely when you are stationed at the border, right?"

"Hahaha... When you get married, you will feel how boring and annoying this kind of life is. When you are stationed here, you will worry about what will happen at home, and when you recuperate at home, you will be disgusted by the short vacation... After becoming a soldier, this is what makes people impatient. My only hope now is to watch my son grow up day by day, and I also want to completely take off my military uniform as soon as possible..."

"If this kind of words are heard by the officer, they will be punished for disturbing morale!"

"Those high-ranking officers will not hear our nagging. Their noble bodies will not even appear in the wasteland at the border. The temporary barracks like this are completely decorations that can be discarded at will. If it weren't for loyalty to the country, I wouldn't even be willing to comply with the duty order..."

"It's a very realistic idea, but you're not the only one with this idea, are you? Otherwise, why does everyone fight all night with a wine bottle at night... Hahaha, should we also find a chance to drink a cup secretly? When you become the captain, I have to salute you, and I can't let you buy me a drink anymore..."

"Ha! This is really a statement full of reality! At least I don't think I'm such a guy who can be stingy with even a bottle of wine... Well, unconsciously, the fog seems to have begun to dissipate..."

"So you can also feel relieved, right? It seems that there is no scary guy opposite the fog. Therefore, our intuition sometimes likes to play this malicious joke with us, and it's better to treat it as a pure illusion and smash it..."

The guard stood up from the wooden chair, took the monoculars hanging on one side, narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance:

"Don't laugh at me for being suspicious of everything. I just happen to be too cautious. Before confirming the facts, I don't really believe what I see with my naked eyes..."

"It's not bad to be careful, at least you can make yourself more at ease when you sleep... How about it, have you seen anything?"

"Hmm..."

After carefully patrolling around for a week, the guard put down the telescope in his hand and exhaled pleasantly:

"It seems that this time it's really my suspicious ghost... I can't find any suspicious signs in either direction. Then you can rest assured. It seems that today's duty is full of boring fatigue... Hahaha..."

"Well, let me borrow your good words. I also hope to make up for the energy consumed by drinking last night while I was on duty. Anyway... I've been strange since just now. Why do I always hear strange sounds? It's like thunder..."

"Thunder... It seems impossible in such a foggy weather, right? But it's true... I don't know if it's an illusion. I always feel that the sound is getting closer and closer to us... Where do you think such a sound comes from?

"It can't come from the opposite side, can it?"

"Although it is not easy to make a conclusion... it should not come from the opposite side. I always feel like it comes from heaven..."

"From the sky? Isn't it the legendary dragon? Hahaha, I don't think there should be that possibility..."

The companion laughed a few words, and then only felt that the rumble in his ears was getting clearer and clearer, and there was no movement opposite the post, which made him wonder whether it really came from the sky. The two looked at the sky in surprise...

There seem to be several black spots in the milky canopy... And with the passage of time, the black spots are gradually expanding their size, gradually showing a bird-like posture. Two guards suddenly felt an inexplicable panic:

"What is that? Is it a huge bird?

"If it's a bird, it's too huge... It shouldn't be a monster like Griffin, right? But why is it flying in our direction..."

The guard picked up the telescope again... After seeing the outline of the black spot, the telescope in his hand fell to the ground from the top of the guard building:

"Monster...a monster I've never seen before..."

"Monster?!"

"Quick... ring the alarm! We were attacked by a huge monster we had never seen before!"

The guard rang the bell as an alarm with a pale face. When he turned around, he found that the "monsters" seemed to flash brilliantly.

It's really a strange scene that I've never seen before... Even the festive fireworks have never bloomed such a coherent and dazzling firelight, just like a goblin dance...

The next moment, he felt his body and the gravel of the guard tower fly together in a huge roar. After a moment of dizziness, the pain of limb separation took away his remaining consciousness in an instant.

The flag of the lion and the scepter... is the symbol of the Kingdom of Sierras. The black spot that attacked the guard tower was five huge warships. Unlike the warships that had met in the La Chapelen Plain and Lyon, this time appeared on the battlefield with a larger size and at least 80 guns. Under the ruthless attack of 200 cannons on the single-board, the camp at the border turned into scorched earth in an instant. Subsequently, the infantry, who had already taken advantage of the fog and ambushed in the woods, crossed the defensive line of the border like tide.

"What a beautiful record. This stronghold was destroyed in less than five minutes, so that our army can** without hindrance."

On the deck of the leading warship, the adjutant flattered the commander in general uniform, and the commander only shook his head simply:

"This small pass can't last more than five minutes under the bombardment of warships. This is not a result, but a simple slaughter of the weak. If possible, I would prefer to fight with the enemy on the plain.

"You're kidding, General Lagerna, you don't have to bother to deal with enemies of this level. Even if you really go to the battlefield, the enemy will run away after hearing your name."

"Are you laughing...? I really hope that war is a joke, and simple slaughter can't bring me the fun I deserve. Using cannons to turn the enemy into powder in an instant really lost the sense of art of war... Before all the troops pass, order to search for survivors, hoping that lucky people can become my prisoners..."

"Under such an attack, even the complete body cannot be found, right? The general is indeed always kind. I heard that there are often rumors among the enemy that if he fights with you, as long as he does not die under your sword and becomes a prisoner, it will be more room for consideration than returning home after defeat. But is it really necessary for us to be so kind to the prisoners?

"Before becoming enemies or prisoners, first of all, they are just ordinary people influenced by war like us. As long as we can reduce the power hostile to us, we don't care how kindly we act towards the prisoners. The law of victory in war is not fixed in the first place. However, after we pass through this barrier, the war with Haier Milan can't stop easily. Although I can't predict the future of the war, Haier Milan will not break into pieces so easily. Their magical civilization may create a situation that we can't predict..."

"Can't we win easily with our huge warships?"

"After all, no matter how huge the warship is, it is just a simple weapon. There has never been any weapon that can make an army invincible. We are overly optimistic about it now. Maybe it may be just naive behavior. However, it was unexpected that our country would first declare war on Haier Milan... It was still waiting for Heland's movement, but... Those foxes were waiting for the opportunity to profit from it!"

"What the general means is that the so-called alliance agreement between Heland and China is just a sinister strategy that hopes that China will take the lead in fighting and then wait for both defeats?"

"Otherwise, why do you think they haven't moved yet? Our great new king was bewildered by the advantages of his country and launched a national-scale war with Haier Milan despite the lurking crisis in front of him... I don't seem to be able to predict the possibility of what the outcome of this battle will be... Hmm! This evaluation of the king of the country seems to be unfaithful, right? Then let's just think that what I just said is just nonsense in my sleep. Order the troops to speed up!"

When Lager turned around and was about to leave, there seemed to be something on the deck at his feet. Ragona bent down and picked it up:

"Is it a pendant..."

Is it an object that a soldier was shaken into the air after being shelled just now?

Lager wiped the dust and blood stains from the pendant shell, and then casually opened the lid...

The female portrait embedded in the pendant still maintains a complete smile.

"What a pity... Please don't resent me, after all, this is a war."

Lager sighed deeply and put the pendant in his pocket.

The guards of the Royal City of Haile Milan guarded the gate boredly and chatted casually. Even in the shadow of the war, it does not seem to affect the peace of Wangcheng, let alone that it has not been ignited yet. The lazy behavior of the guards due to boredom also seems to have become a fixed landscape, and even if the captain of the guard passes by, he will not scold his subordinates at will. So bored that they can only use such behaviors to suffocate them insanely...

After completing the shift early in the morning and starting to be responsible for the daytime duty for ten minutes, the guards couldn't help but be routinely lazy. Every day, they can wander around the streets and pubs on the lower street of Udraxiu City, and the topics they can talk about are also quite abundant. After a few words, the topic naturally turned to war. Of course, what they hear is basically hearsay, not to mention any practical value and authenticity. However, there is nothing more interesting for them than to guess the truth of this information.

What disturbs them most now is the rumor that Silas has launched an attack on the Haier Milan border. Although this is only the mouth of self-made merchants, there is still a relatively clear boundary between businessmen and liars after all... Therefore, their news cannot be denied as nonsense or alarmist. However, the most important fact is that if Silas has indeed started a war with his own country, according to their military strength, how long will it take to rush directly to the vicinity of the royal city? If Heland also took the opportunity to attack from the Western Front, what strategy would Heil Milan use to deal with it? If even Gutlund...

The guards chatted freely about topics beyond their authority, but no matter what kind of speculation, everyone's heart has a strong uneasiness spreading infinitely. The people who have enjoyed peace for many years are unwilling to bear the sudden blow. Can the national strength of Haier Milan support this harsh summer...

The topic was pulled casually because of this uneasiness, and finally it could not be taken back like broken confetti. The guards were ready to continue with other topics to adjust their mood, but were interrupted by the rapid sound of horses' hoofs...

"Who is it!"

The guards picked up long guns and questioned the hurried knights, but the knight's appearance surprised them. His whole body is soaked with blood, sweat and mud. If he doesn't distinguish it carefully, he can't perceive that he is a normal human being. After the horse stopped, the knight fell directly to the ground. The guards came forward and wiped the dirt from his armor. After confirming that he was undoubtedly a knight of his own country, they helped him up:

" Cheer up! What happened?"

The knight did not answer, and his breathing had stopped at the moment of falling. After observing up and down, the guards broke his hand close to his chest, and then found an envelope from his close-fitting clothes.

"Is it a magic sealed envelope? So this is an urgent war report?

"Give the letter to the captain of the guard, and I will call a doctor to dispose of his body immediately!"

The guard took the envelope handed over by his companion and turned to run to the royal city. As he passed the garden, suddenly heard a harsh voice in his ear:

"The guards over there! What are you doing here?"

It's the high priest of Ralinforth who was walking... The guard hurriedly bent down and presented the secret in his hand:

"It was brought by a knight... That knight has lost his breath! I just wanted to transfer it to the captain of the guard..."

Rorinforth took the letter, opened the sealed envelope, and then chanted a spell to make the words on the white paper appear. After a quick glance, his face became more grim:

"Go to the Queen's bedroom immediately to wake up your majesty! Just say that something urgent has happened!"

After saluteing, the guard ran in the direction of the Queen's bedroom, and Rollinforth turned around and called the entourage behind him:

"Go and summon all the adults who can be called to the conference hall! Tell them that they must be there within ten minutes!"

It is definitely not an ordinary event that can make this long-changed high priest so nervous. The two followers who are familiar with his temperament know the powerful relationship and immediately go to their respective destinations as quickly as possible. After Browsing the letter again, the scepter in his hand fell heavily on the ground, making the marble floor crack.

Ten minutes later, the ministers who could be present gathered in the conference hall. Queen Selysia even cleaned up and looked a little embarrassed. No one understood why the high priest gathered them together in such a hurry. Without greeting them or apologizing to them, Rollinforth directly spread the big map on the table and put the letter in his hand on the map:

"Seras has officially declared war on our country and has captured the two fortresses of Garin, Lorraine and Glaclo on the northern border. Willan fell into a heavy siege and sent an envoy to his country for rescue... The messenger had just cut off at the gate. "

The air quickly condensed... After a moment, General Wilsam slapped the table heavily and stood up:

"No war! Silas is really despicable!"

"It's not a nameless battle. The reason for Silas is that our country has hidden their traitor Prince Lutwin. Although it is pure nonsense, it is a crime in the first place. We don't have time to discuss these issues now, but we must come up with ideas to curb Silas' offensive!"

"Third Rowlingfus... Is it because they used the fleet that Sellars's breakthrough was so fast?"

"I think this is the only reasonable explanation. Only the power of the fleet can plunge Weiland City into a bitter battle. Your Majesty, please decide on our future action plan immediately!"

"Lord Rollinforth, you know that I'm just a beginner in war science, so... Generals, do you have any opinions? How can we stop Silas's offensive under the premise that our warship has not been completed yet?

"Immediately gather troops to fight against Silas!"

Wiltham's courageous suggestion was not approved by everyone, and Lannold turned his eyes from the map to Rumir:

"Does the messenger sent to Gutlend have any reply?"

"Gutlund only gave a 'neutral' answer, which seems to have no intention of alliance with our country."

"Hland did not take action immediately... It seems that he wants to profit from both our country and Silas. It seems that the only way now is to concentrate on defeating the strong enemy in the north to deter Hland's actions. As for the specific action plan... I suggest giving up Willan City.

"Abandon Willan? It is a military town in the north and the only fortress city that can gather counterattack forces! What's your plan, General Lannold!"

"Please calm down, Mr. Wilsam. It will take at least half a month to gather heavy troops and then rush to the front line. With the current strength of Sierras, it is enough to capture Weiland and stabilize the position. When our army arrives, I'm afraid it will only become a simple futile move and deplete troops in vain. My suggestion is to give up Weiland and gather troops on the plain of France..."

Everyone's eyes moved towards the position of the flange plain on the big map.

From the Royal City of Haier Milan to the Flange Plain, it will take about seven days at the fastest speed. It will take ten days for Silas to go to the French Plain after capturing Welland and adjusting his military strength in the shortest time. I'm afraid we can take advantage of this time difference to build a defensive front in front of the enemy. In this way, we may have the basic strength to compete with Sierras. If our warship can be completed during this period, the balance will tilt in a direction that is beneficial to us.

"A rather adventurous method... And this also means that Weilan's defenders will fight until the whole army is destroyed."

Guloda, who was a sad and compassionate, sighed softly, as if praying for the unfortunate fate of the Weilan garrison. Lannold just shook his head slightly:

Adventure is the law of war, and sacrifice is also the inevitable reality of war. Such sacrifice is also of inevitable significance in exchange for a Welland for the balance of the whole situation. I also can't bear to watch Willan's defenders suffer the destruction, but we have no other way out now... Your Majesty, what's your opinion?"

Selysia bit her nails tightly, and excessive anxiety made her face, which was already tired due to lack of sleep, pale and haggard. Under the cage of messy hair, her 16-year-old appearance seemed to have aged for ten years in an instant... Everyone present felt sorry for her appearance, and Rollinforth was trying to persuade her After returning to the room to rest for a moment, Selysia suddenly raised her head with determination:

"You can't give up Willan's garrison! Immediately send Griffin Knights to send a message to ask their whole army to retreat to the French Plain to prepare to join the reinforcements!"

Everyone present was shocked by the Queen's decision, and Lannold almost got up:

"Her Majesty! Doing so also means taking the initiative to give up Willan! With all due respect, Your Majesty is a completely wrong decision! If you give up Willan, Silas's army can greatly speed up the march, and it is possible to arrive at the same time as our army, and even cross the French plain in front of our army and go deep into the hinterland of our country! At that time, the war situation will be really out of control, so such a will is a must..."

"Please forgive my arbitrariness, Sir Lannold. Because you are a general, always pay attention to the balance of war, and after all, I am the queen of a country. I can't easily make the soldiers who are the living power of the kingdom become meaningless victims. In the current situation where our country is at a disadvantage, it is more important for me to save the lives of soldiers. Only in this way can I gather the counterattack more effectively in the future. Therefore, no matter what strategic vision your opinion is, my order must be carried out. In addition, follow your plan.

Selysia's magic scepter tapped gently on the table, indicating that "the will has been made", and then got up and said "disrespectful" and left the hall. The almost arbitrary attitude made Reynolds involuntarily look at other ministers... After confirming that there was a message in everyone's eyes that "Your Majesty's opinion is unchangeable", he sighed heavily:

"Should I say whether your majesty is kind or your majesty is still young... The only thing I can say now is that I hope that your majesty's will can bring you ideal results, but I feel deeper sorrow for our soldiers... Maybe they will make greater sacrifices for your will. In this case... Mr. Wilsam, let the two of us carry out this operation."

Wilsam nodded, and the two generals immediately stood up to salute the people and withdrew from the conference hall. Guloda looked at the silent Rollinforth with a calm face and stood up doubtfully:

"Isn't the high priest going to dissuade the queen? To be honest... Lord Lannold's method is the only feasible strategy at present. If you do it according to Her Majesty's will, I'm worried..."