Old Jenny looked at the body of his former comrade-in-arms, sighed softly, and watched as it was buried, along with the bodies of others, into a designated cemetery.
The inscription on the stone tablet in front of the cemetery is clearly visible:
In the second year of the Dragon Emperor's reign, during the Battle of Ghost Dragon City, the combined forces of nine kingdoms, including the Duchy of Roland, defeated 150,000 troops, killing 40,000 and capturing 100,000!
This is the enemy's graveyard, but also our own achievement, worthy of commemoration!
As for those who died in battle on the Dragon Territory side, they certainly wouldn't be buried in some random place like this.
They have a dedicated cemetery, the finest coffins, and an exquisitely carved white tombstone inscribed with their life story, accompanied by beautiful flowers in their burial.
Of course, these heroes would undergo a grand funeral beforehand.
Although it may seem somewhat formalistic, it is not entirely meaningless; it is the best way to strengthen territorial cohesion.
It can also strengthen the people's response to conscription.
Old Jenny recalled his former comrade's dying words, and his eyes flickered slightly. He didn't know whether the enemy would slaughter innocent civilians.
While their two armies were locked in battle, the five thousand wolf soldiers had probably already split into two groups and were heading straight for the capitals of the two duchies of Roland and Piroshu.
Su Qing would never allow the other party to hit her without fighting back.
At this moment, the five thousand wolf soldiers had already split into two groups several days ago, and within two days and nights, each group had captured several cities and was heading towards the two capitals.
For the Dragon Territory, whose espionage work was exceptionally effective, nighttime sieges were incredibly easy. The city's defenders could never have imagined that someone would open the city gates in the middle of the night to welcome the enemy who seemed to have fallen from the sky.
Moreover, after capturing the city, the lurking spies were even able to maintain the city's basic operations. For a day or two, no one noticed anything unusual. By the time someone finally realized something was wrong and spread the news, it was already too late.
In a dense forest, more than 2,700 people and 2,500 agile two-horned wolves lay in wait.
Of the 2,700 people, 2,500 were members of the Wolf Army, and the other 200 or so came from the academy, all of whom possessed strength around the peak of a formal knight.
Among the Wolf Army members, more than two hundred possessed the strength of a formal knight, and the others were also at the peak level of knight apprentices in terms of physical fitness, but they were unable to generate battle aura due to their talent.
Those dire wolves were almost at the level of formal knights, and the strength unleashed by the wolf army members in combination with their dire wolves was even more terrifying.
This formidable army was now only twenty miles from the capital of the Duchy of Roland.
They were waiting, waiting for night to fall, waiting for the credit for a war that would destroy a nation.
Meanwhile, within the duchy, the young king, who was only 30 years old this year, felt inexplicably irritable, and an ominous feeling lingered around him.
It's like someone has a knife, ready to stab him in the butt at any moment.
This feeling is very bad!
"Has no news come from the front yet?"
He asked his trusted ministers, and the answer he received was that it had not yet.
"Your Majesty, based on the speed at which messages are transmitted, we won't receive the news until tomorrow morning at the earliest!"
The young king nodded, suppressing his anxiety, and suddenly asked, "Do you think we can win this battle?"
He still felt uneasy and needed someone to give him a definite answer.
"With the nine-nation alliance, 300,000 troops, and two old generals leading the army, Dragon Territory is sure to crumble!"
The trusted minister was indeed a trusted minister; he immediately knew what his king needed and gave a positive answer without hesitation.
This put the king at ease, and he also noticed that it was getting late: "You may go now. Once you have any news, no matter when, send it to me immediately."
"yes!"
The minister bowed respectfully and walked out step by step backwards.
Once he returned to his residence, his expression immediately changed. He looked at his butler, who nodded slightly at him and lowered his voice, saying, "It's all arranged. Tonight, this city will belong to the Dragon!"
The minister breathed a sigh of relief and slumped into his chair as if he had been liberated.
From being selected, trained, and given a covert identity, to spending a whole year climbing to his current position, he was extremely cautious, even fearful.
Now we are finally liberated.
Of course, it's not time for complete liberation yet. There's one last step: at midnight, open the city gates!
Although the housekeeper said it had all been arranged, he still decided to go and oversee it himself.
Even at the critical moment, we cannot afford to be careless!
The capital's defenses were still very strong. Generally, there were several hundred people guarding each city gate, but he managed to transfer some of them away.
At this moment, there are only about seventy or eighty people left guarding this place.
More than a dozen of them were either planted by them or turned by them.
Then, taking advantage of the coldest time of midnight, they delivered hot milk laced with poison, which intoxicated the remaining people. Several people who did not drink the milk were stabbed in the back by their brothers.
The minister arrived at the city gate and waited quietly, his whole being filled with anxiety.
I kept hearing dogs barking outside the city gate, three barks in a row.
He breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the city gates to be opened.
Once the city gates were opened and Alan and the others outside were sure it was safe, thousands of figures nimbly and swiftly poured into the city.
Without a single person or wolf making a fuss, they swiftly marched towards the palace, led by the minister.
Some people were spotted on the way, but they were quickly killed. However, the capital was too large and its security was far greater than that of the small towns they had encountered before, which eventually caused some commotion.
The slaughter has begun!
The commotion grew louder and louder, and the young king, who wasn't sleeping very soundly to begin with, opened his eyes, somewhat annoyed: "What's going on?"
He berated the servant beside him, only to see the servant's panicked face: "Your Majesty, the Dragon Territory is attacking!"
The news seemed too shocking, leaving the young king momentarily speechless.
The dragons are coming! Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?
Where did their army come from? They've already reached the capital, and he hasn't received a single word from them.
And how did they even break in? Are the city guards all blind and idiotic?
Seeing the disbelief and shock on the king's face, the servant quickly explained, "I heard that it was Minister Johan who opened the city gate."
"Bullshit! I've been so good to him, how could he dare betray me?"
The king lost all grace and aristocratic manners, and was furious like never before.
He felt as if he had been stabbed in the buttocks and slapped in the face that night.
Their home was raided, and they were betrayed by their trusted confidants...
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