Yun Zhe's words were quite deliberate in their intent. Blaze naturally understood this. Logically speaking, Yun Zhe's words couldn't be entirely trusted, given the significant past conflicts between the two sides. However, Blaze also hadn't overlooked the troops gathered around Yun Zhe, who also seemed to have some past grievances. Yun Zhe had kept them by his side without seeming to see any problems.
Blaze finally nodded. As for the help Yun Zhe promised, he didn't believe it at all. But he believed one thing: staying here would allow him to do far more than if he left. As for his conflict with Donic, Blaze no longer harbored the initial resentment, although this change was difficult for him to accept at first.
Seeing Blaze nod, Yun Zhe breathed a sigh of relief. From the fragmented information he had gathered, Blaze had indeed achieved remarkable results using cavalry, and overall, he was a capable individual. Now was the time for him to use his men, and anyone who could fight was an invaluable asset to Yun Zhe at this moment.
After resolving the issue with Blaze, Yun Zhe immediately went to Morrison's place. There were still dozens of Kurman soldiers there, and he was very concerned about their current attitude.
Morrison had already arrived before Yun Zhe to communicate with everyone. It seems Morrison had previously managed these soldiers quite well; seeing their commander choose a new side, the soldiers no longer questioned it and readily agreed. However, they all expressed concern for their families, who were still in the territory of the now-traitorous Kurman. If Kurman knew they had betrayed Kurman, wouldn't their families be in danger?
This concern troubled Morrison, who truly didn't know how to comfort his brothers.
“If Kurman succeeds in his rebellion and the empire is completely destroyed, then everyone’s families will naturally be in danger. But by then, everyone will have already left this world before their families. If Kurman fails, then everyone’s families will be safe. However, I cannot guarantee that everyone here will have the opportunity to return and reunite with their families. But those who do return will surely be honored.” Yun Zhe appeared in time, breaking the awkward silence.
Everyone looked at Yun Zhe, and Morrison couldn't help but feel a little worried. Yun Zhe's words were too explicit and too straightforward, and he was worried that the soldiers wouldn't be able to accept them.
But Morrison's worries were clearly unnecessary. In this life-or-death moment, Yun Zhe's frankness actually reassured the soldiers. Indeed, Yun Zhe's words were blunt and direct, but this was their future fate. Of course, they could choose not to stand on Yun Zhe's side, but in that case, they would be utterly dead right now.
Finally, Yun Zhe had finished persuading everyone in the castle. Yun Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly had a brilliant idea: he would make good use of the baron's banner to boost everyone's morale once again.
"Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, right here in this square, we will hold a flag-raising ceremony to officially raise my flag—the flag of Baron Yunzhe!"
Meanwhile, Leonrenlang, who had escaped death, finally arrived at the only crossing point for his unfaithful Ordorf.
Relying on the ford and the remaining longbowmen who had not yet been completely wiped out, Leon formed a defensive line and successfully held the bridgehead, allowing all his troops to cross the bridge. This finally brought an end to this disastrous retreat.
Belvaldo's army launched no fewer than ten fierce assaults on the bridgehead, but each one was miraculously repelled by Leon. Even after nightfall, Belvaldo attempted a suicidal sneak attack, which, of course, also failed.
The defenders' tenacity filled Kruger with both anger and frustration. He rarely executed his men in battle, but today he had already killed ten of his men who had failed in their attack. He still hadn't captured this bridgehead.
The enemy's longbow was indeed causing him a lot of trouble! What worried him even more was that Jom's injuries showed no signs of improvement. Although he had ordered the physicians and the accompanying priests to do their best to save him, the royal relative remained unconscious.
Kruger waved his hand at his men returning from their failed night raid, but instead of ordering their execution, he dismissed them. Although he was ruthless, this was only towards the enemy; towards his own men, he still believed in the principle of combining kindness and severity, with kindness outweighing severity.
After dismissing his subordinate, Kruger arrived outside Yom's tent and saw a doctor rushing out in a panic. Kruger's heart sank, and his face quickly darkened.
"My lord!?" The physician hadn't expected to run into Kruger as soon as he stepped outside. He swallowed hard. "My lord, His Highness has awakened!"
Kruger's spirits lifted, thinking that there was finally good news. But what the doctor said next completely stunned him.
"But my lord, His Highness seems... seems to have become a different person..."
"A different person?" Kruger frowned. Although he was a ruthless general, he was also a devout believer. Therefore, he had always firmly believed in the mystical things mentioned in some religions, such as possession and inspiration.
He strode into the tent and saw Yom, who usually had no expression, now smiling frivolously and flirting with the female doctor who was changing his dressing.
This scene completely stunned Kruger. He waved for everyone to leave, then sat down opposite Yom, looking at the man before him with a serious expression.
Despite Kruger's almost death stare, Yom did not panic. He looked at the general with interest and then said something that did not surprise Kruger.
"I am not Yom"
General Kruger's calm reaction surprised the man called Yom.
“I am Vasek Soy,” the young man said, extending his fingers and examining his hand closely. “You should know me, after all, I founded the lovely country of Belvedere.”
Kruger frowned. He believed this man was no longer Yom, but he absolutely refused to believe that the person standing before him was Vasek Soy, the founding father of Belvedere. Unless…
"After I die, will my eldest son Miller inherit my throne?" The young man cried out, his movement causing his wound to reopen and blood to stain his chest again.
Kruger remained expressionless. Just as he was pondering how to verify the person before him, he heard the young man's words again.
"It shouldn't be. Miller is too honest. Schulz, Weber, Wagner—any one of them is more cunning than him."
Kruger gently shook his head. "Your brother, Sherf Soy, will inherit the throne."
"Oh? My adorable little brother?" The young man paused for a second, then burst into laughter.
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