The rest of the people in the camp burst into laughter, and in addition to Edward himself and the other three commanders, there were more than a dozen "generals".

This was also designated by Edward according to the actual needs on the battlefield.

One person commanding an army of about 100 people can be called a finger bent, but commanding a few thousand people will seem a little weak.

At this time, in response to this situation, Wald proposed to set up a "marshal-general-commander" system, with another person between the marshals.

In this way, the combat effectiveness and flexibility of the army can be raised to a higher level.

This is also an idea that he has produced after many years of service in the famous army, but because of the overly complicated power system of the famous alliance, his idea can only be an idea forever, and after Edward's royal stage, the reform can be quickly implemented by the east wind of the Great Prussian War.

After the laughter dissipated, Edward pretended to be "angry", he laughed and scolded loudly: "Okay you Valehia, I told you to give me ideas, and you will only show me loyalty?

Wald bowed to Edward in silence before turning away.

And Varan was followed by Wald.

The commander of the North Cord pulled Valehia, who was still in chaos, and the two of them pulled and pulled, and the whole royal tent became empty again.

Naturally, those generals did not dare to hold it up, and when Edward first began to drive people away, he stepped out with a full leg hair.

After a myriad of messages flashed through Edward's mind, he took a slight nap in his "king's tent".

In the dream, he became a real king through his coronation.

In front of him, on his left stood a sturdy Weygan warrior, while on his right stood the industrious farmer of the Great Pruss.

And behind him, half of the bustling court life, while the other half is a large Prussian in an orange robe.

The man held a crown made of real gold and inlaid with transparent red, yellow, and blue gemstones.

It was a blissful, intoxicating glare.

And it was here that his dream ended in an instant.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself still living in a tent, living with mosquitoes, snakes and ants.

In addition to the smell in the nasal cavity, it is the smell of earth, like these messy things, it is indeed a bit early.

Edward's face twitched, and then a wry smile appeared.

Still thinking too much.

He slowly lifted his numb heel and staggered to his feet.

Then he stamped his foot heavily, and walked out of his royal tent.

He waved his arm, looked at the busy soldiers, and gave orders.

Just listen to his voice loudly, as if to overshadow the howling north wind, giving people a sense of blood bursting.

"My brethren of the gods, my bravest warriors! The gods have shown us the way forward! That is the will of the god of Olo, who tells me that the strongest warriors should attack the greatest city-states. This is a battle, let us break through their cities, seize their food, we will win the land on which we live, and the supreme honor!"

His voice was immediately echoed by the soldiers.

Since winning the last battle, many soldiers are looking forward to fighting another "battle" like the last time, although there may be casualties, but after a battle, the problems that can be solved are also once and for all.

The long war made them miss their relatives back home, especially after they had received a reward from the king, even if it was only a few small gold and silver ornaments, or even just some knick-knacks they had picked up from the battlefield.

But they are still desperate to show them to their friends and family, to brag about their bravery, and to have a "really good time".

Although the commanders did not fully understand what their king meant, whose opinion they were referring to, or whether they had received a "revelation from the gods", they still understood that the meaning of the king's instructions was a decree that must be followed with heart.

Therefore, they still shouted the trumpet, and mobilized their army in an orderly manner, from the camp stationed at the "Elbe", to the south.

The decision to make the entire march took no more than three days from the time of departure to the gathering of an army of more than 10,000 men.

This has almost reached the limit of the classical period.

It can be said that his military system and Edward's personal reputation as a "national hero" played an extremely important role in this.

If you use words to describe the pomp and circumstance of the army.

That can only be seen from the perspective of a soldier huddled in the Duchy of Connaught.

Looking far away from the city, the barbarian army was lined up in a dozen or even dozens of columns, they were as amazing as a long dragon flying from the north, and for a moment, there was no end in sight.

Full of eyes, harmonious as the enemy.

Everywhere in my ears, there were voices of hostility.

Obviously it was just a barbarian outfit, but for a while, the soldiers saw that they were lined up neatly, and in a trance, not only the soldiers said in a daze.

"Even if it's the king's army, that's all there is to it. ”

However, before his words could land, a sergeant in the prime of life hammered his head.

"What king's army!? I tell you, the castle of our Duke of Connaught is made of stone drawn from the south, even if it is the place where the king of the south lives, that is nothing more than that, even if there are many enemy troops, they will not want to attack her. ”

"What are you doing in a daze? Cheer me up! Light the torch in your hand and say hello to the dukes in the city!"

After teaching the soldiers another lesson, the sharpshooter Vasis shouted.

Looking at the barbarian who poured down like a mountain, his mind would be somewhat filled with fear.

It's just that this situation was quickly overwhelmed by him.

What he had just taught the recruits was also about giving himself a stop.

As a child, the people of Conodin took pride in the fact that their tribal chieftains had built huge fortresses, especially when their chieftain was canonized as "dukes" and brought in stones from the south to fortify the city.

He had also seen countless Wiegand raiding squads, and even an organized soldier like this had seen a glimpse of the previous Battle of Valuno.

But none of the invaders, one of the leaders, would have set their sights on attacking the city.

Without exception.

She was so thick and so strong that even the merchants from Abbasquia said that the city was the most fortified structure they had ever seen since they entered the Northlands.

Even Sea Castle, known as the heart of the Northlands, is hardly comparable to the city in terms of sturdiness alone.

In order to relieve the tension in his heart, Vasya also kept recalling these glorious memories of Connaught to make sure that he could calm down.

But despite this, what he could not forget for a moment was that in his city, including the remnants of the Duchess's kind heart, there were definitely no more than a thousand professional soldiers.

If you want more troops, you can only organize young farmers and hunters to climb the walls.

They are not the long-term military-trained citizens of Valuno, and in more cases, they really take on their jobs with peace of mind.

This also means that as long as the bloodshed of the war escalates slightly, then they may immediately collapse, and even if they do not disperse, they will definitely not play as many roles on the battlefield as half a soldier.

There were more than 10,000 soldiers standing on the periphery of the siege.

After thinking about it for a while, Vasya suddenly had an idea in his mind.

That is, first let a part of the inhabitants be armed, stand guard instead of the soldiers, and wait until the enemy's army attacks the city in a big way, and then the soldiers will be part of the soldiers in exchange for the proportion of the armed inhabitants.

In this way, it can not only maintain the combat effectiveness of the army, but also give the enemy the illusion that "the more you fight, the stronger you get."

He immediately made up his mind, consulted his idea with several captains of the city, and as soon as everyone thought it was feasible, he reported it to the Duchess.

That is, the real people of the city.

However, it was at this time that the accident happened suddenly.

In order to raise her son, the duchess would often take the initiative to ask her children what they thought about the matter after issuing some decrees, and then give orders.

Generally speaking, the young duke did not have the slightest opinion on the construction of the territory, or the various situations of diplomatic relations.

Even if there is, they will not oppose it after the mother's opinion.

But it was at this life-and-death juncture.

Connaught's young master was determined to show his authority.

"Sergeant Vasya?"

"Yes, my lord. ”

"I want to know, what is the purpose of training so many soldiers in my territory and spending so much gold on my people?"

"Keeping the town safe in times of danger like this, Lord Duke. ”

Although he couldn't see any siege equipment in the hands of the Wiegand people at the moment, Vasya was still a little worried about the safety of the city walls, so he wanted to agree with the Duke about his plan earlier, and it was important to organize the defense quickly.

But at this time, this quiet child, who seemed to be taciturn, suddenly asked endless questions like a demon.

"Then I ask you, my sergeant, why did the soldiers hide behind the walls when the enemy was on the verge of besieging the city, since the soldiers were used to surround the town for safety. Let the citizens go up first to defend against the enemy?"

"As you said before, these citizens lack the training and the courage to throw them helplessly onto the walls, giving them only the simplest weapons, but letting them face the most energetic enemies, is this your plan?"

Vasya could only choose to remain silent, he was a little impatient, but the little duke was talking.

He had the opportunity to turn to the Duchess for help, for he felt that it was not the duty of a junior commander on the battlefield to teach children the rules of rule, but the mission of his parents and the "court idlers" who were responsible for educating them.

He's busy, and with the time to talk now, maybe he'll be able to shoot a few arrows from the walls.

And as a marksman, he is sure that the end of each of his arrows can be stained with the blood of enemy soldiers.

But the Duchess, who has always been strong, seems indifferent at this moment.

Her eyes were hollow, as if she had been hit by a great blow, and although she did not do anything to cry, she was often distracted by the construction of her territory, as if she were in the distance and something more important.

Therefore, despite Vasya's reluctance, he could only be patient and ask the little duke in person.

"So, what do you think I and our army should do to make you feel satisfied?"

When he heard this, the little duke's eyes finally lit up.

He was a little unhappy that Vasya interrupted his linguistic organization, but he couldn't wait to speak his mind.

"We should go out of the city to fight the enemy, although there are 10,000 enemies, but the true warriors are never afraid of the number of enemies, and we don't have to defeat them, as long as the enemy shows us, our resolute spirit of resistance, they should know the difficulty and retreat. ”

At this, the little duke seemed to look at his mother with pride.

"This is an act of extreme chivalry, honorable and decent, you say, am I right?"

Vasya's body trembled a little, and he was so angry at the little duke's ignorance that he could barely say a word.

Just as he was about to come to his senses and speak the essence of the siege of the city, the Duchess uttered something that made him feel thunderous.

"Rami (the name of the little duke), you are right, a wise ruler should speak of chivalry, so that his inhabitants will support him with enthusiasm and love him......"

Vasya wanted to open his mouth to refute, but before the words reached his mouth, he had to swallow back.

This is the domain of Lord Conodent, and he is only a mere lord, and it is his duty to obey all the orders of the lord and complete them as a mission.

What's more, standing aside and waiting for the fall, I didn't know that there was a general of him, and just when he was still in a daze, several officers who were defending the city had already organized soldiers, and the little duke even took out his toy-eyed, unopened iron sword.

"I will stand on the walls of the city and personally guard my land!"

He said this solemnly, as if he was acting in some well-known drama.

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