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Volume 1 Chapter 482 On the verge of breaking out

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    Chapter 482: On the verge of breaking out

    "If even a commander is not sure that he can win the next battle, then how can you ask your soldiers to fight bravely?" Tyr warned Rhaegar coldly.  He had no favorable opinion of Prince Rhaegar.  Lyanna's death was like a thorn in his heart.  He loved that well-behaved and smart child so much that he even considered breaking the family rules and handing the Tire family over to that child, but she was just a chess piece, a beautiful but heartbreaking chess piece.  Even if Lyanna's blood was not of Tyrian blood, he could not forgive Rhaegar for what he had done.

    "I am not a commander to begin with," Lei Jia responded neither softly nor hard. "My ability is to plan conspiracies, not to command the army to fight. But the current situation seems to have no place for me." Lei Jia.  Jia smiled self-deprecatingly.

    "Hmph." There was something cold in Tire's eyes. "People like you will only put the butcher knife on the necks of your own people. I hope you can still use your 'strengths' now. It's a pity that you let  I'm disappointed." The contempt in his tone couldn't be more intense.

    Rhaegar looked at Tyr in confusion, who seemed to have a prejudice against him. He didn't understand why the old marshal of the Imperial Alliance always targeted him.  Perhaps it was because he instigated Targaryen XIII to attack Tyr?  He secretly speculated.  "Old Patriarch, is there any misunderstanding between us? At that time, regarding the Tire family, we were each our own masters" he explained.  It wasn't that he was afraid of Tyr.  He was just worried that the purpose of this military operation was to rescue the barbarian tribe. If Tyr's misunderstanding or prejudice against him affected this operation, it would be a bit more costly than gain.

    "That's not a misunderstanding," Tire said flatly.

    "Tir" Mi Zhiqing interrupted the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two.  He understood why Tyr targeted Rhaegar, and Tyr had told him in private how sad he was about Lyanna.  But Mi Zhiqing did not expect that Tier would mention the matter again at this moment.  This shows how much the old patriarch loves that child.  But the child's father was confused at the moment. He didn't even know what happened.  "Some things have happened and we can't undo it. Maybe we should leave it to be discussed later." Mi Zhiqing reminded Tier cryptically.

    Tyr raised his eyebrows slightly, and his gray eyebrows rose and fell with his movements. He glanced at Rhaegar coldly, barely suppressed the suffocation in his chest, and walked out of the command hall angrily.  Rhaegar stared at Tyr's leaving back in confusion and confusion, then stretched out his hand to scratch his head.  He still didn't understand what it was for.  However, his attention soon shifted from this matter to the increasingly bloated fleet in the starry sky.

    In terms of quantity, there is no doubt that the ships of the Human Alliance far exceed the number of the Barbarians, the Divine Alliance and the fleet controlled by the soul creatures.  However, most of the time, the outcome of a war does not depend on the number of people, but on all aspects of comprehensive factors.  Almost all of mankind's best military commanders are in this hall. There are both steady and steady veterans, as well as enthusiastic young generals who have risen like comets. Under their command are also gathered the strongest, strongest, and best of mankind.  soldiers, but these were extremely thin compared to the enemies they faced, and could not bring him any peace of mind.

    Rhaegar has no clue how to fight this battle or how to fight it.  It was like a huge gamble. He put all his chips on the young emperor, without reservation.  He also didn't know whether his people would respond to the call of the 'Secret Society' and fight back.  If, just if, if the clansmen sided with the soul creatures, it was almost foreseeable that they would be wiped out in front of the largest and most elite military group in human history.  Suddenly, Rhaegar's heart began to feel uneasy.  Is this decision I made at all costs right or wrong?  Is it accelerating the demise of the tribe, or saving the tribe from fire and water?

    Stuer gently patted Rhaegar on the shoulder. He understood what his 'companion' was worried about, but the fact was that this battle was inevitable.  Instead of worrying about things they simply can't change, they should focus on how to win this battle.  Stull is a soldier, an outstanding military general trained by secular humans.  Unlike Rhaegar, who has always been hiding behind the scenes, he has always been immersed in the iron and blood of human war, which has also developed his decisive character.  In his eyes, if he loses, nothing will matter, but if he wins, even if the barbarian clan suffers heavy losses and suffers heavy casualties, the whole clan will never be exterminated.  As long as there are seeds, they will blossom and bear fruit. An unprecedented battle will closely link secular humans and barbarian races, fighting side by side and bleeding side by side. The cruel war will erase the hatred between the two races.

    He was ready to die.  After all, there are only a few barbarians with the blood of secular people on their hands.If they die, the emperor will never exterminate the barbarian clan.  This was the only fact he was sure of and could foresee.  As for the future, that is not a problem that people like him can consider.

    At the same time, in the thick and heavily guarded basement of "Knights Mountain", the headquarters of the Miracle Star Targaryen family, a young knight hurriedly walked into the room.  He was wearing a golden battle armor, and the golden light gushing out was like a roiling flame.  "Clan leader, everything is ready."

    Several gray-haired old men in the room simultaneously raised their heads and looked at Lord Rickon, who was standing on the tactical command platform.  As we all know, the Targaryen family of the League of Gods has a long history. It is said that their bloodline can be traced back to the War of the Gods. Of course, this is just a legend. In fact, the Targaryen bloodline does not have that long history.  But this family is indeed one of the few ancient families in the Holy Alliance with the longest inheritance.  Moreover, few people know that the successive patriarchs of this family do not actually have Targaryen blood flowing in their bodies.  They are the ¡®Chosen Knights¡¯ from an unknown place.

    "Patriarch, do we have to do this?"  An old man asked anxiously, with a hint of hesitation and worry on his wrinkled old face.

    "I've already explained it to you." Rickon turned his head and stared at the elders sitting on high-back chairs.  To realize his plan, the support of the family elders is indispensable.  When he received the message from Rhaegar, he also hesitated.  This plan puts the Targaryen family at the forefront. Once implemented, only one of the Holy Alliance and the Targaryen family can exist.  No matter what, the splendor of House Targaryen will no longer remain.

    He handed the confidential information in his hand to the adjutant and motioned him to hand it over to the elders for viewing.  "This is the latest information." His voice was low. "In addition to the fact that our entire human world has joined forces, this is a war that concerns the fate of mankind. Which side we should stand on will determine where the Targaryen family will be in the future world.  location.¡±

    The electronic record board was circulated among the elders, and everyone who read it had a stern look on their face.

    "The blood of the Targaryen family does not flow in my body, but as the 'Chosen Knight' I have never abandoned the family. Everything I do is in the interests of the family, even if I am also burdened with more important things.  But I will never betray my family's interests to achieve my goals. This is also the foundation of our happy cooperation for a long time." Rickon's face showed a look of nostalgia, "Now the survival of the family, the survival of mankind, and the survival of my people.  Our survival and death are all connected, and we must make a choice. The order has not been issued yet. If the elders have different opinions, we can still reverse it. I respect your opinions, but as far as I am concerned, and from the position of the clan leader  Yes, I still stick to my attitude."

    The elders were chatting and discussing in low voices. The information on the electronic record board in their hands had a great impact on them. Just the aerial view of the huge combined fleet was enough to make people tremble.

    "If the Holy Alliance rule is overthrown, can the future position of the family in the new ruling layer be guaranteed?" An elder asked in a deep voice.  Others also looked at Rickon with concern.

    "The future?" Rickon looked at the old and eagerly looking faces with a wry smile, "The future is not in our hands, but in the hands of that huge interstellar fleet. If they fail, even if we  If we can survive, we have lost our future. Humanity will become history, and new civilization will take its place. In fact, whether we launch or not has no impact on the overall situation. You have also seen the scale of that fleet. No human force can resist this  The impact of this force. What we do is neither the icing on the cake nor a help in times of need. We are just an insignificant abandoned piece in this huge chess game. No one is paying attention to us at all now. We are just doing what we should do as a member of mankind.  thing."

    "Is the situation really that serious?" Another younger elder asked hesitantly.

    "Isn't the size of that fleet enough to show how serious the problem is?"  Rickon asked rhetorically.  There was silence in the room.

    "The world is like chess." Great Elder Morsk sighed, "Who would have thought that we are just insignificant little pieces in a chess game? Rickon, go ahead and do what you want," he said decisively, "Since God  We are destined to go through this ordeal, and we have no other choice but to face it calmly. I hope God will grant me a Targaryen home."

    Rickon cast an admiring glance at the 130-year-old Zhang.  Although he is much older than the great elder in terms of actual lifespan, he does not spend as long as the elder in the real world. At this critical moment, it is not easy for the elder to make a decisive decision.  .

    Chapter 482: On the verge of breaking out

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