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She stood in front of the coastline without saying a word, and a general came to report that Wen Lin had fallen into the sea, and she could not find any trace so far.
Nodding her head, Vicia still stood stubbornly, staring at the blurry sea.
She seemed unusually calm, even a little indifferent.
Until Field's return, he was particularly dejected as the people around him cheered for the preliminary victory.
Vicia tried her best to hold up a smile, she thought of Field and waved, "General Field, what about her?"
"Falled into the sea, disappeared, still searching."
"Really?" Vicia asked in a very soft voice, she grinned a little stiffly, then smiled lightly, and continued, "General Field, please tell me as much as possible about the presence of Your Excellency Wen Lin in the Everything on the battlefield."
The turbulent emotions in the eyes of the queen instantly appeared, but soon, the emotions began to lighten and fade until they disappeared.
Field couldn't tell whether the Queen was sad or happy. She kept hooking her lips and listening to Field tell what he had seen, but she couldn't feel any real smile.
Until Field left, the queen still maintained a calm face. She stood by the coast for a long time, like a sculpture without temperature.
In a brief moment, Vicia staggered back to the empty tent.
A blood mist spewed out from under her scorching hot ribs. She hurriedly propped up on the table, trying to stabilize her body in the sound of violent gasps, and then an uncontrollable dry cough broke out.
"Wen Lin, Wen Lin..."
Enduring the burning heat in her eyes, Vicia closed her eyes and fell to the ground instantly.
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Chapter 99
The Sistine and Fassai fleets stopped at the mouth of the headland, and did not continue to attack, nor did they take a step back.
Vicia sat at the table and watched the latest battle situation presented. Taking advantage of the room to breathe, all the generals in Golan were counting casualties as quickly as possible and rearranging their armaments.
When the sky was about to dawn, Vicia forced herself to close her eyes and rest. She curled up on the collapse, praying in a low voice, her heartbeat became slower and heavier.
The next day, it was still a gloomy sky, and a majestic torrential rain suddenly came, and the boat and sails swayed and undulated on the sea where the waves were stacked.
Vicia was awakened in the drowsiness. She put on her cloak and walked out. Seeing the heavy rain, the sparse sense of powerlessness in her pupils surged.
The storm gave Golan more breathing time, but it made Wen Lin's trail more difficult to find.
The soldiers who were sent to search for Wen Lin changed batches of tea, but there was still no news.
There was a smell of fishy sweetness in her throat, and her sharp eyes trembled in the majestic rain. Vicia was lost for a moment, and then she bent her lips, ready to visit the wounded soldiers.
The sewage stained the queen's skirt, and she didn't care that the water passed by, her elegant demeanor as usual could not hide her fierceness at this moment.
As she leaned over to ask the wounded soldiers about their injuries, she stroked their shoulders with a soft, but undeniable strength, chanting blessings.
In any case, she must meticulously perform her duties as a monarch.
Judging from this battle, Wen Lin's courses were very effective, whether it was in military training or the popularization of medical knowledge.
Brenzi brought herbs to treat various injuries and diseases in advance. The medical officers from the church and the royal court gathered at the front line at this time to treat the wounded soldiers with more effective and advanced healing methods.
Wen Lin wasn't there, but Vicia could find her traces everywhere.
After walking out of the tent, Vicia took a deep breath for a short while, staring at the letter eagle that shuttled between the sails, making a harsh whistle.
Vicia hurriedly retracted her gaze, and walked non-stop to the tent to discuss the next response with the general.
In yesterday's battle, more than half of Golan's soldiers were killed or wounded, and a considerable number of the remaining soldiers were recruited civilians.
Everyone knew that Golan was in a precarious position, and if the Sistine and Fasser coalition attacked again, it would be difficult for them to hold on to this line of defense.
The worst case is that Vicia leads the remaining troops to retreat to Glasgow. Once Glasgow continues to fall, it means the complete overthrow of Queen Vicia's regime.
"Your Majesty, the Sistine has not done anything so far. Maybe they may want to truce."
"The news just came that a war against the Sistine rule broke out last night on the Sistine's northwestern border with Nyaland."
Vicia raised her eyebrows slightly, which seemed to give Golan a chance to turn around.
The Sistine is one of the most powerful empires on the Europa Road, with huge colonies and long sea passages, and it is not strong enough to defend.
The war on Nyaland will inevitably disperse a considerable part of the Sistine's forces, and may also spark more wars.
In the middle of the night, several Golan ships bypassed the fjord under the cover of darkness and landed at the port in the Netherlands at the fastest speed.
In a situation where the troops were obviously weak, Vicia's actions seemed to be extremely crazy.
Some generals who were unwilling to take risks sternly objected. Visiah sat at the top of the table condescendingly, and asked her in a usual commanding tone, "Your Excellency, can you win by holding on to the remaining power?"
No one could speak until Vicia stood up and walked out of the tent.
The queen's eyebrows are thin and long. When she frowns and looks at you, it is like a sharp thin blade scraping through the bone, leaving a burning pain oozing from the bone.
Taking as bait, personally on the battlefield, and in no way inferior to the superb commander's tactics and foresight on the battlefield, completely subverted their impression of the queen.
Not only does she play with the desire for human rights, but she also has the courage and insight that is no less than anyone else's.
"She's obviously just a woman," someone sighed softly.