Chapter 391: Nation of a Dead Noble (6)
Once the chess pieces were all in place, Elizabeth and I began a game of land picking.
This was an incredibly simple game.
Elizabeth would flee whenever the imperial army appeared. This escaping behavior was referred to as ‘fleeing tactic’ or ‘war of attrition’. If anyone in the Kingdom of Sardinia dared to complain, Elizabeth would quickly silence them by asking if they wanted to start another pitched battle and lose pitifully.
Conversely, if the army from the Frankish nobles or any other army that had gathered like a pack of wolves appeared, Elizabeth would immediately switch gears and go on the assault. She tore into them with ruthless and deadly precision like a shark attacking a wounded fish.
Our imperial army was the same.
Whenever Elizabeth approached, we would skillfully alter our course to evade her. On the other hand, whenever the nobles of Sardinia rallied an army to attack us, we would charge right at them with no hesitation.
It was as if we were seated on opposite sides of a well-prepared banquet table and were slowly reaching out toward the dishes laid out in front of us. There was no reason for us to eat each other since the table was overflowing with food.
The cities of Sardinia fell, the farmlands were razed, and the storehouses were plundered.
A remarkable fact is that Elizabeth and I didn’t exchange a single word during this. No letters were exchanged or any other intermediaries for communication. Outwardly, we were staunchly feuding enemies.