Chapter 129：

The 78th chapter expedition——! [Sixteenth more]

Crusade is necessary.

Must win.

This is the final journey given by the king who ignited the fire of his own desire.

So...

So-

Never lose!

Tell him about his surging emotions.

I want to tell him about the big world in my heart.

Tell him... his ambition to run to the other side of the dream!

"How many soldiers and horses do we have?" Webber asked.

"Forty thousand." Hephaestion said.

"What are the details?" Weber asked.

"30,000 infantry, 1,500 cavalry, 3,500 archers, and 6,000 pikemen. There are 32 regiments in total," Hephaestion said.

"Are there any tanks or something?" Webber asked again.

"No," Hephaestion shook his head and said, "This is the world of mental images, not the army of the king's complete journey. Only so much can be brought out here."

"How many kings are there?" Webber asked.

"Sixty thousand." Hephaestion said.

"Sixty thousand... Give me 100 cavalry, and the other regiments will be handed over to you. Please help me tear up the army and open up the road to the killing of the king!" Webber said firmly with his eyes.

"Don't you direct yourself?" Hephaestion asked.

"I—no!" Webber said seriously.

There is no shame. There is nothing to be ashamed of. There is no need to use arrogance to hide your inferiority complex.

Just learn what you don’t understand, just ask for what you don’t know, just study things that are not as good as humans. The king of conquering has paved the best stage for him, how can he continue to be arrogant?

"Good man." A cavalry general, galloped to the side of Webber, and patted him on the shoulder.

"You are—?" Weber asked modestly.

"Thrace Governor Lacey Marcus!" said the man: "Watch well, study hard. The art of this battlefield! This art of war!"

He drew out his sword and shouted loudly: "I am Lacey Marcus! My army will tear them apart with me!"

He came out with a cavalry.

After him, many generals have also come to Webber, reaching out and patting his shoulder. It seems that he wants to call his own grief wish to be called [The Army of the King], and the desire to travel to the end of the world is pinned on him.

"You will see the end of the sea of ​​stars and stars for us!" they said.

"Yeah!" Webber shed tears and nodded heavily.

They either drew their long swords, or held up their spears, and said loudly—

"I am the Governor of Medea Pesong! My legion, go out!"

"I am Helespin-Leonatus, Governor of Phrygia! My legion, go out!"

"I am Ptolemy, the governor of Egypt, Libya, and Arabia! My army, go out!"

...

The army rushed, leaving only Webber and a hundred cavalry, as well as Hephaestion.

Webber's eyes widened and sandy, and he never blinked.

He must not miss it. This accompanies the generals who have conquered the king's journey of more than five million square kilometers, and in the end, the things to be delivered to him.

That is not the technique of the army, nor the art of war. Rather, the concept of conquest.

It is the most precious, the crystallization of the thought of war!

He wants to engrave everything he has seen and learned in his memory, in his soul, and then form the crystallization of his Weber's thoughts.

This is the king of conquering, the last gift.

The army tore open the king's army, and a road leading directly to Iskandar appeared in front of Webber.

Webber trembled, and tremblingly picked up the dagger.

He will--,

He will--, King Kill!

Kill, the one that was once hated, the one that was once disgusted, but now... the one who likes it so much, the one who is reluctant, Wang.

Tears are flowing.

But he knew that he couldn't make him wait too eagerly.

However--

Hephaestion drew his sword and stood in front of Webber.

"What are you doing?" Webber asked.

"Give it to your army, and hand you the cloak and sword. These are the orders of the king, not the wishes of my Hephaestion. I am the king's close attendant, and I will not let you hurt the king. I will run it from my body. Go ahead, whoever inherits our volunteers, otherwise, you won't be able to get close to the king!" Hephaestion said with a serious face.

His hands were trembling, tears welled up from his eyes, Weber swung his sword down, tore his voice and shouted, "Chong--!"

"Yes! Exactly! With my blood, with the blood of the king, with the sword, say goodbye to yourself, Weber Wilwitt!"

Hephaestion smiled relievedly. Smiles as if seeing the successor qualified.

Then he was ravaged by the cavalry, and blood was splashed on the cavalry flag.

"You are qualified...follow the king!"

Dissipated like snowflakes.