I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 212 Let's eat some cannonballs, there's plenty to go around.
"Hmph... You want to fight to the death? Not so easy!"

Chris, standing on a small hill two kilometers away, muttered to himself as he observed the abandoned camp through binoculars, his tone filled with undisguised smugness.

Mia, standing to the side, first stood on tiptoe to look into the distance, then turned back to look at Chris with a puzzled expression on her face.

Why are we leaving? Why are we abandoning our house?

"Because doing this can demoralize the Minisians... um..."

Chris thought for a moment and then explained to Mia.

"If someone you can't beat wants to eat Elsa and tries to attack you, would you fight that person to the death?"

"You'd run away?"

"What if you can't escape?"

"Then I'll beat him up with a stick, and Aisha will help me!"

Mia answered seriously, her little hands unconsciously clenching into fists. Chris couldn't help but laugh and ruffled Mia's messy hair.

"So, the Minieses are now the ones prepared to fight to the death."

Chris pointed to the camp in the distance where smoke was rising.

"But what if they find that the enemy they're supposed to fight has suddenly disappeared?"

Mia tilted her head and thought for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Like when I raise a stick, and the bad guy runs away?"

"Yes, they want to fight to the death, but they can't find anyone to fight them, and they've also discovered they have a way to escape... Do you think they'll continue charging at us to fight to the death, or will they run away?"

Chris said this and then laughed smugly to himself.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted!

Chris could go toe-to-toe with the Minisians, but there's no need, really.

In ancient Chinese siege warfare, or in setting up encirclements and traps, apart from a few special cases, why did the attacking side always leave one side open when encircling a city?

Of course, this is achieved by creating a psychological advantage, reducing the enemy's will to resist, and at the same time creating favorable conditions for subsequent tactical operations.

Although Chris did this, he also paid a price, such as the physical strength of his soldiers, and he was unable to take away many bottles and jars from the camp, which benefited the Minieses.

However, before leaving, Chris left them a few custom-made "small" gifts... such as three cellars filled with explosives, and three players hiding inside.

When they deemed the time was right, they would ignite the explosives, sending all the Minieses in the camp soaring into the sky.

However, at that moment, Mia raised her hand and pointed into the distance.

"The good-looking people ran away, and the bad guys ran out of our house!"

Ran?

Chris turned around and raised his binoculars... Well, those Minisians really did evacuate the camp. Their follow-up troops didn't go in either, but instead bypassed the camp and formed ranks in an open area further away, facing the 10,000-strong army in front of and to the left and right of Chris.

"Well, they actually found my 'little gift,' what a pity."

Chris felt a little regretful, but not too much. Leaving the explosives and the player behind was just a casual move. If it succeeded, it could severely damage the enemy, but if it failed, it wouldn't matter. It just proved that the enemy was not stupid.

Next, all you need to do is play the game step by step!

Chris glanced at the sky; although it was somewhat dim, it should still be around noon, with plenty of time before nightfall for a major battle. Chris turned and gave orders to the messenger.

"Order the entire army to deploy according to the second battle plan, with musketeers in the center, artillery on both flanks, and heavy infantry and cavalry providing cover and protection for the artillery..."

"Report..."

A messenger on horseback came running from the front of the army and shouted. He stopped ten meters away, dismounted, and said something to the clerk who was blocking his way. The clerk then ran over quickly.

"Your Highness, an army of about 5,000 men, flying the flag of the Republic, has been spotted approaching us 20 kilometers to the north. They will arrive at the battlefield in three hours."

"The Republic Army?"

Chris laughed.

"Those arsonist bastards have finally shown up. Another three hours... should be enough."

Then, at the same time, another messenger ran over, and the second clerk stopped him, bringing a message.

"Your Highness, the Minisians have sent envoys who wish to surrender."

"If they don't see them, send them back, then order the heavy artillery to fire and blast those bastards!"

Chris waved his hand, refusing the so-called messenger. He wasn't stupid; being fooled once was enough, why would he be fooled a second time?

Chris hadn't forgotten what the Minisians had done after their first envoy, so sending someone again now was definitely just another attempt to buy time.

Why bother with them? Just open fire!

Isn't speaking with a cannon more effective than wasting words?

After the Minisian envoys were driven back, they had just entered the army formation when Chris's ten 12-pound and 16-pound siege cannons opened fire.

The deafening roar of artillery shattered the silence of the battlefield. Ten heavy shells pierced the sky, exploding in a series of dust waves in front of the Minisian army. Chris watched with satisfaction as men and horses tumbled and crashed through his binoculars.

Even though this round of shelling was fired from large-caliber heavy artillery, because it only used solid shells, the destructive power of the shells was limited to a single line and could not kill many people. However, the shock and deterrent effect on the enemy was not diminished at all.

After a round of artillery fire, the Minesian formation, which had not yet been fully assembled, was forced to move. Two light cavalry units, each with two hundred men, charged out from the left and right flanks and headed straight for the prince's army camp.

In addition, three infantry square formations of a thousand men each also began to advance.

How did Chris react to all of this?
He didn't react at all, because he had already arranged everything in advance.

The heavy artillery continued to roar, bombarding the enemy's large formation, while the cavalry rushing towards them were intercepted by corresponding cavalry units.

"Brothers, mount up! It's time for us to strike!"

Monokuma shouted excitedly, turned around and mounted the tall horse next to him. Little Rondo, wearing chainmail and carrying a lance, quickly ran over, handed the weapon to Monokuma, and then tried to mount a small horse next to him.

"Rondo, you don't need to attack."

"My lord, but I am your squire. What squire would not charge into battle alongside his knight?"

"This is my order. You and the others stay here and await further instructions."

Monokuma paused for a moment.

"You only need to come forward and take my body after I lose or die. You don't need to do anything else."

(End of this chapter)