Since they cannot pull outsiders into the war, then unless they make up their minds to pay a terrible price, they can only surround and trap Peace Haven.
In truth, that is also a good thod. After all, Peace Haven rose through trade.
The reason Peace Haven can maintain such a large military force right now is the vast wealth it earns through comrce.
The three sides can seal off Peace Haven's external routes together and lock down its trade developnt.
That is not difficult for them, and it is much safer.
The only problem is that it may take a very long ti, and too many variables exist.
For example, one side may break the agreent, or one side's regi may change, and the new successor's policies may shift.
Any of those could cause the blockade against Peace Haven to fail.
In addition, Peace Haven has its own trade system, one capable of penetrating outward.
Finally, and most importantly, as long as Henwell is alive and Peace Haven's goods remain competitive, he will have a way to pry open the trade barriers of other countries.
If all else fails, Peace Haven still has the Vorry Kingdom and the Billie Kingdom as markets.
Although the trade volu would drop sharply, it would still be enough to maintain Peace Haven's developnt.
So this is a thod filled with uncertainty.
Everyone believes that with Henwell's ability, it will not take him long to find a way to break the deadlock.
Of course, Henwell is about to give them other choices.
At this mont, a large pile of papers sits before Henwell's desk.
Dalton, captain of the guards, advises him, "My lord, there are so many docunts to sign. Why not let do it?"
Henwell shakes his head. "I am only signing death notices, while these young n have already lost their lives."
"If I leave even this small matter to soone else, then I would be treating the lives of my soldiers too lightly."
"It is only because I cannot split myself apart that I do not personally deliver these death notices. Only then could I properly express my apology."
The thick stack of papers before him are all death notices.
For the past two days, Henwell has done almost nothing except sign them.
He also has to stamp them with his own heraldic seal. Several boxes of sealing paste have already been used up.
In the afternoon, Henwell goes to visit the wounded at the field hospital.
The wounded here are all lightly wounded. The seriously wounded, after brief treatnt, are sent to Peace Haven's general hospital.
However, so seriously wounded soldiers choose not to leave. So cannot endure the jolting of the road in their current condition.
Others cannot bear to leave their wounded comrades behind.
Berkner, acting commander of the Fifth Legion, is one of them.
When Henwell sees him this ti, he says, "You need to return to Peace Haven quickly and get so proper rest. You are a Grand Knight, but your last injuries were severe."
"You need ti to recover. Otherwise, this will affect how well your body recovers, and it will be bad for your future path as a professional."
Berkner shakes his head. "My lord, as the highest-ranking commander of the Fifth Legion, as long as I remain here, the Fifth Legion has not withdrawn from this war."
Henwell sighs. "Why are you doing this? Everyone has seen your rit. Your reputation will soon spread across the continent."
"Your battle is already over. In this war, the entire Fifth Legion has already delivered the best result it could."
Berkner insists, "My lord, let stay. I represent the brothers. I need to see this war end in victory because of our fighting."
"Otherwise, I will have nightmares when I go back. In my dreams, those dead brothers will ask how the war ended, and I will not know how to answer them."
Henwell says, "I know what you are worried about. You are afraid I will cancel the Fifth Legion's designation and split you all into other legions."
"You can be at ease about that. I have arrangents for you. After this war ends, I will use you as the foundation to rebuild the legion."
Only after hearing this does Berkner's expression improve a little.
Henwell pats his shoulder. "Recover well. There will be many things for you to do later."
That night, Henwell looks at the moonlight outside, and his thoughts return to that night.
At the ti, he saw Garcia, commander of the Fifth Legion, fall in battle. As a Grand Knight, Garcia fought several opponents to the death before finally collapsing.
That was why Henwell's drumbeat paused for a mont.
But he could not stop, and he could not let the Fifth Legion withdraw.
Henwell knew very clearly that the Night Falcon Knights at that ti were already beasts trapped in a corner.
A frenzied, desperate beast like that was not sothing garrison warbands could stop.
His own personal guard could not enter the field either. Henwell had already sensed quite a few Iron Rank auras. They had co to monitor him.
He kept his personal guard back to prevent Ika's Iron Knights from interfering, so that he could pounce on them and kill them if necessary.
Garcia had followed him through campaign after campaign since Henwell first rose to power.
He was an exceptional talent, and now he had been lost here just like that.
Henwell feels pain over it, but this is war.
War does not spare soone just because you care about him.
During the day, Henwell did not lie to Berkner. He truly does intend to reorganize the soldiers who survived that bloody fight.
But he will not put them all back into the Fifth Legion. Instead, he will form another legion with them.
Henwell knows that soldiers who have gone through such brutal fighting will have problems in their minds, and they need ti to recover.
For now, they cannot be placed into other armies, much less mixed in with recruits.
As for the na of this legion, Henwell has not decided yet. He only has a rough idea in mind.
At that mont, Henwell notices the many death notices on his desk, and he seems to think of a good na.
Over the next half month, the three countries mobilize troops and generals, taking the posture of fighting Peace Haven to the bitter end.
Aggressive reinforcents arrive and form up, looking as if they intend to flatten Peace Haven.
At this ti, Kullen, the third prince who had returned to the Golden Capital to face questioning, returns to the front line again.
No one understands why he can still return to command troops after such a massive strategic mistake.
The first thing he does after returning is find Obian, commander of the Second Guard Legion.
After that, Obian escorts him in disguise as a smuggler into Peace Haven territory.
At this mont, Obian still does not know why Kullen asked him to provide the escort.
He thinks he may have been exposed. Just as he is weighing whether he should kill the third prince, soone knocks on the door.
Obian opens the door warily. The person outside is an inn attendant.
The attendant brings food into the room, and the distracted Kullen is about to dismiss him.
But the attendant closes the door behind him instead.
Obian is instantly alerted, and his hand falls onto the hilt of his sword.
The attendant smiles. "Viscount Obian, I assu you did not co here to fight."
With that, Chick tears off the mask on his face. His bones shift, and he returns to his original build.
Prince Kullen freezes. "Who are you?"
Obian says in a low voice, "Chick. Peace Haven's chief of intelligence."
Prince Kullen remains silent for a mont. "I want to speak with Henwell."
Chick smiles. "My lord has been waiting for Your Highness all along."
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