Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 202: Advantage is Mine
Meanwhile, in front of the Dragonflame City gate.
“Finally, we’re here!”
A glint flashed in Hitler·Golden Lion’s eyes. He tightened the reins, and his magnificent horse whinnied to a halt.
Upon receiving the Second Prince’s message, he immediately led the Golden Lion territory’s integrated army to eliminate the rebels.
He didn’t know why, but the Second Prince’s message was extremely brief, containing only one word: “Come!”
However, after discussing with his aide, Terrence, Hitler understood the Second Prince’s intention.
A person who achieves great things must be cautious.
This single word, “Come,” was concise and powerful, fully expressing the Second Prince’s eagerness.
It was clear he was ready.
According to their plan from early in the morning, they would let Karallant and the Pope fight to the death in Dragonflame City. Then, the Second Prince, who had been lurking in the shadows, would reveal the Golden Lion territory’s army as his trump card.
One must know that to gain the Old Pope’s trust, Hitler personally tampered with the food and drink, drugged his own father with high-level Dragon Hibiscus vine until he was unconscious, and handed him over to the Pope.
This act of righteousness sacrificing his kin indeed earned him the Old Pope’s trust, who didn’t even doubt how many troops Hitler had hidden.
It had to be said that the Old Pope was skilled at cultivating high-level combat forces, but his intelligence organizations were truly incompetent.
Take, for instance, the Templar Knight the Old Pope secretly sent to monitor him. Of his five lovers, four were deliberately arranged by Hitler, and one was arranged by the Pope.
This incompetent fool was poisoned to death in the Golden Lion territory the night before yesterday.
Now was the time to betray the Old Pope.
As for what to do after the betrayal, support the Second Prince to ascend the throne?
Don’t be ridiculous, the Second Prince was nothing now!
Hitler intended to make this country bear the name Golden Lion today!
At that time, his stain of sacrificing his kin for righteousness would also be washed clean. Everything was for the sake of the country.
What was wrong with temporarily using his own father?
If his own father died, it would be called sacrificing his life for the country.
If he didn’t die, it would be called retiring with honor!
The more Hitler thought about it, the happier he felt. It was just a pity that his brother had probably already died in battle. Otherwise, he really wanted to see his brother’s astonished expression.
“Terrence, take your scouts in to assess the situation in Dragonflame City!”
“Your command will be obeyed.”
Hitler waved his large hand, and the dozens of scouts behind him, led by Terrence, entered Dragonflame City according to his command.
Watching Terrence’s efficient movements, Hitler nodded with satisfaction.
Speaking of which, Terrence was truly talented, undoubtedly a top-tier expert in intelligence.
Although he had only joined his command not long ago, he had identified the Pope’s spy, that Templar Knight, on the very first day.
Afterward, Terrence gradually probed the Templar Knight’s preferences.
Based on these findings, he arranged some fated encounters for him. Then, this Templar Knight acquired those four mistresses, completing the counter-infiltration.
Furthermore, he drowned the Templar Knight in a den of iniquity without shedding a single drop of blood.
Terrence led his soldiers into Dragonflame City, but instead of investigating the enemy, they gathered in a civilian house. Some were chatting, some were smoking.
“Boss, want to play a round of Gwent? The loser washes the winner’s underpants for a week!”
A soldier approached Terrence, holding up one finger.
“Sure!”
Terrence smiled slightly and said playfully, “You weren’t convinced after washing for a week last time, and you’ve come to get revenge, haven’t you?”
“Heh heh, no, I’m just bored. By the way, boss, your real hair is showing. It’s flaxen, and compared to your current black hair, it’s a bit conspicuous. Hurry and tuck it away.”
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After the time it takes an incense stick to burn, only about eighty percent of the scouts who entered Dragonflame City returned. Some of the scouts were dirty and covered in blood, clearly having gone through a fierce battle.
Terrence wiped the blood from his face and knelt before Hitler, reporting:
“Lord, there are still a small number of the Pope’s troops inside Dragonflame City, but they are exhausted. It seems the Pope won, but it was a pyrrhic victory.”
“Excellent!” Hitler grinned and asked, “Then, roughly how many troops does the Pope have left?”
“It’s not entirely clear, but judging by their defensive deployment and their speed of attack upon discovering us, their numbers would not exceed five thousand.”
“Robert, what do you think?”
Upon hearing this, Hitler turned his gaze to a Sky Knight beside him. This Sky Knight and his subordinates were the first to answer his call and pledge allegiance to him.
“My lord, I believe it is somewhat hasty to attack Dragonflame City now. After all, the Second Prince’s message cannot be fully verified, and no one has come out to meet us. I fear there may be an ambush.”
Robert pondered for a moment and gave this answer.
“But…” Hitler’s expression showed some hesitation.
Twenty thousand against five thousand, the advantage was clearly on his side. But Robert had a point. What if there truly was an ambush in Dragonflame City? Wouldn’t they be walking into their own deaths?
