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Chapter 280 Superfluous Thoughts

The joy of victory is so sweet.

So much so that Dirac Sissoko couldn't extricate himself from it.

"Charge, soldiers, charge... Catch up with those enemies who have their backs to you, hack them down with swords, pierce them with spears, tear them apart with your teeth... Kill these enemies who have invaded our homeland by any means necessary! Today, you will all be heroes!!!"

Count Sisso's roar was slightly manic. Riding a white warhorse, he did not look old at all. His scarlet cloak fluttered behind him, and there was still a trace of blood on his ancestral sword, a "souvenir" from his recent clash with several Bohemian cavalrymen.

Despite his aged appearance, Count Hisoka was clearly not one to accept his age. After the Prince's army's explosive rockets decimated the enemy in front of him, he immediately rode out on horseback.

The count truly led the charge, so much so that the count's cavalry following behind were a beat behind, falling several horse lengths behind.

Count Sisso was delighted. This was an enemy who had been suppressing him for over a month. He had not forgotten the arrogant and conceited Bohemian envoy, whose face resembled that of a rich man giving alms to a beggar when he proposed unequal terms.

Dirac was a stubborn old man, an old nobleman who valued honor more than life itself, and he would rather die than submit to such humiliation.

On the other hand, Prince Chris was somewhat uncertain about Count Hissos's stance, unsure whether the old count, with whom he had once fought, was a true patriot or a self-serving opportunist and political speculator.

However, because the smuggling route passed through Hegland, Chris was always very polite to Dirac Hissos, not only paying him the due toll but also maintaining proper written etiquette in their correspondence.

Chris never hesitated to lavish praise on his letters, calling them the pillars of the nation, the Wall of the North, and the cornerstones of the empire.

If an ordinary person, or a subordinate of the Earl, said these words, the old Earl would just treat them as nonsense... Of course I know my own abilities, do I need a greenhorn like you to flatter me here?

However, when Chris said these polite words, it was a different story. These words melted in Count Hisoka's heart like honey, making him feel intoxicated with sweetness... Especially after the Bohemian envoy was used as a contrast, Dirac's goodwill towards Chris increased even more.

Therefore, Count Hisoka fought especially hard in today's battle. In his view, this was both a sign of Prince Chris's support and an opportunity to prove his loyalty and ability to the prince.

The restoration of the Kingdom of Bagnia is a foregone conclusion. If possible, Count Sisso would like to move his noble title up a bit... or add one or two more titles, that would be fine too.

However, just as Count Hisoka was leading his men in a fierce pursuit on the battlefield, and he himself was wielding his sword to kill his fifth enemy, a mysterious hooded man on horseback caught up from behind and blocked the Count's path.

The cavalry guards following closely around the count did not drive him away, and Dirac himself was not angry. The two seemed to be friends, and the count asked him in a friendly manner.

"what happened?"

The cloaked man rode closer, getting to knee-to-knee distance, and said a few words to the count, which immediately startled the latter.

"real!?"

The cloaked man nodded, and Count Sisso, no longer concerned with killing the enemy, turned the reins and spurred his horse toward Prince Chris's army camp.

As the enemy collapsed, the wagon camp strangely remained stationary, neither advancing with the Bohemian army nor pursuing the collapsing Bohemians.

When Count Sisso arrived with his men, the soldiers of the wagon camp did not stop their comrades from entering. The musketeers sitting on the shield wagons watched blankly as the former rushed in, which made the old count, who was on horseback, feel uneasy.

No way, could something like that really have happened...?

As Count Sisso drew closer to the center of the wagon camp, his fear grew ever stronger. When he saw with his own eyes a young general in magnificent light gold armor lying on a wagon, his hands on his chest, his eyes closed, his face as white as paper, any lingering hope in Count Sisso's heart vanished instantly.

Lin Ruoyu, the young general he had only met last night, a young man destined for a bright future, was dead... and the cause of his death was so... dishonorable.

But this young commander deserved it; his tactics were too aggressive and reckless. His death could have made this victory seem less like a victory.

Just as Count Sisso sighed, a thought suddenly popped into his mind... Is this army headless?

Can I have it?!

Count Hisoka's breathing suddenly became rapid.

He stared at Lin Ruoyu's pale face, then looked around at the bewildered musketeers... These elite soldiers were like worker bees without their queen, mechanically standing still.

The old count unconsciously stroked the family crest on the hilt of his sword, a crazy idea gradually taking shape in his mind.

However, this cannot be done now. The Bohemians are just ahead, and they have not been completely defeated yet. In any case, Count Sisso still has some sense of the big picture.

"Walk……"

The count mounted his horse again, wanting to give it a try.

"Soldiers, raise your heads! Your general has died for his country. His sacrifice... well, it wasn't very honorable, but our battle is not over yet!"
The enemy is still ahead, victory is not yet here. Let us crush the Bohemians and seize victory!

With that, Count Sisso spurred his horse out and wandered around the camp.

"I am Count Dirac Sisso, the guardian of Hegland. Who are your officers? We must launch an attack! The heavy infantry trapped in the Bohemian camp need reinforcements!"

However, no one in the camp paid any attention to the Earl. Most of the players in the camp had left and were chasing after the enemy ahead, but a small number of players had not left.

For example, the young leader of the Extreme Battle Team was here. He looked at the old man leading people back and forth, and was a little impatient.

"What is that old man muttering to himself over there?"

The player on the side shrugged.

"I don't know... Hey, boss, Lao Lin replied to us offline. He told us to lead the attack now, attack the Bohemian camp, and ignore the deserters."

"What are we waiting for? Tell the brothers to lead the charge!"

And so, the halted wagon train started moving again, heading towards the Bohemian camp. This naturally caused Count Sisso to have a misunderstanding.

"Okay, brothers, charge!"

To the players, his enthusiastic approach and his men looked like fools, walking in front of the wagon camp and blocking the firing range of the cannons and muskets.

(End of this chapter)