The knights took off their heavy armor and chatted lazily by the torches, and along the way, although they were not as tired and toiling as the soldiers, life without pleasure was quite boring for them, like the improvised wild lyrics of a dissolute military singer.

"The march day and night made me tired, and the endless snow around me made me feel that I was not alive in the world. ”

"If one day, I can see a certain sister, I will definitely tell her about this experience little by little, on a warm night, as an episode by our bedside. ”

"Oh, Sartin, oh you damned Northland brutes, you think you're hiding in this frozen world, and we're going to have a hard time finding you. You are ugly, you are cowards, and your so-called bravery is not worth mentioning in the eyes of our great knights. ”

"If I had a choice, I would rather fight a duel with ten devils, and I would never do it again. ”

"Oh, sister, where can you find me a sister. ”

The knights laughed merrily, they were all self-proclaimed noble men, and it would be difficult for them to say such things, but if someone else sang for them the desire in their hearts, they would be glad to do so.

A bold knight even opened his mouth and scolded with a smile: "Don't brag anymore, can you defeat ten devils?

Drunken soldiers, dissolute knights, camps with lots of bonfires, and a future in name, and enemies that are still hiding in the dark. Sword couldn't have imagined that he would ever encounter the enemy before. He can still encounter such great difficulties, and the continuous sloppiness of military discipline is almost a foregone conclusion, even the knight brothers who are loyal to him and strict with themselves.

By the light of the fire, he could even remember who the knight who spoke to the singer was, Charles, the child of a certain earl's family in the Northlands, who joined the knights at the age of sixteen, and was not yet nineteen years old before the expedition, and was almost half a child, did not want women, and had not even touched the wine a few times, but now it was only a season and a half, and he had already become like this.

This couldn't help but remind him of an old saying of the Red Lion Expeditionary Emperor, living in a barracks without the support of strong faith, no matter how elite the soldier came, it was an out-and-out disaster.

For a long time, Sword felt that he had not fully understood the meaning of the sentence, and now he understood it a little too late.

Just when he was silently melancholy alone, a hand was placed on his shoulder. When Sword turned over, he saw a completely southerner face.

Yes, Sward, who lived in Abbasquia himself, subconsciously felt that this person was a southerner, and he had easy access to the generals in the army, and there was only one such person in the barracks, and that was the commander of the Cypriot peasant army, Nonno.

Sword didn't like him, and aside from his abilities in the army, he was a complete hillbilly, a conceited and overly cocky bastard, and an exposed fish of aristocratic etiquette. To paraphrase the emperor's assessment of him, "Cyporus has no nobles, why should he send such a rude farmer to me as a military adviser?" ”

yes, if the second half of Nonno Ellisted's name were removed, and the dukedom above his head was removed, and he was thrown into the thousand soldiers he had brought, no one could tell what difference he had made between him and the peasants.

Sword quietly took Nonno's hand off his shoulder, quickly sketched a kind and decent smile on his face, and said, "What wind is blowing you over, Lord Ellisde, you also think it's a good banquet, don't you?"

According to the usual etiquette among the nobles, Nonnuo had to return at least one salute to Sword in order to be considered a decent negotiation, but obviously, he could not understand the meaning of the existence of these etiquette, and this general from the south was as impersonal as his square chin piled up high.

He replied coldly:

"Commander, if even you think so, I think I'd better go home as soon as possible, because if I withdraw in time enough, at least I can drag back a few more southern guys from the mutinous army, and if I'm lucky enough, maybe I can save a few nobles from the empire. ”

Nonno's words were not very decent, and while telling the facts, he did not forget to put a little Zasward on his mouth, but at this time, the Grand Master of the Knights, this attitude was better than ten thousand sweet words.

He quickly glanced around at the reactions of the crowd around him, and most of the soldiers had already found a way to enjoy themselves. Only a few clean bonfires kept him company.

"If you're still able to listen to me, then please put aside the idea of destructing the turbulence, weigh a little out of the barrel in front of us, and then pretend to have a drink with me so that no one around you notices us, understand?"

The general from the south frowned vigorously, as if he was using his own unique mind to gauge the value of Ward's opinion. Eventually, the traditional idea of obedience took over his mind, and with great reluctance he took a shallow glass of wine from the open ale barrel in front of him, touched the glass with Sword, and drank the contents of the glass

"Is it okay now? General, you seem to have a plan. ”

"I sent a messenger to Orlov in the Northlands four years ago, one of my most capable knights. ”

"And where is he now?"

"I haven't received any information about him since he left the barracks. ”

After a simple look at the bottom, Non Nuo snorted heavily with the bridge of his flat, somewhat stupid nose.

"I really don't understand what illusions you Ran Di are having, since the time he refused to send people to join the emperor's army, he has already become a traitor to the Scales Country, and you want to put life and death on the battlefield on a person who is not reliable at all. ”

In any public setting, or before the situation was so delicate, Nonno's insult to a king would have been enough to condemn him in the Empire, but now, if the facts were made public, even the most staunch pro-Northland kings would have admitted that King Orlov had become an untrustworthy man.

"Now is not the time to hold me accountable for my mistakes, if our expedition fails before it reaches the established battlefield, then not only me, but you will also be tied to the pillar of shame by future generations. ”

Non Nuo nodded, acknowledging what Sword said. But in this move, Ward's eyes seemed to raise his chin and put it down, revealing a lot of strangeness everywhere.

"We can do this with the Yankees. Legionnaire Commander, the Cyprus owe a share to the Abbasquians, but the people of the North Sea have nothing to do with us, and some of them are traitors...... As long as you give an order, I can guarantee that as long as I bring the guys, there will be no mercy on the battlefield. ”

Sword secretly calculated in his heart that the army sent by King Cyporus was not a weak brigade, and if he could get their support, then the certainty of taking Sea Castle would also increase a lot.

He first quietly straightened his face, nodded imperceptibly, and then showed a bright smile on his face, and said loudly: "Your Excellency Nongnuo, it is a great pleasure to work with you, and your profound insight into the army is impressive. ”

This is a good disguise, but it also shows a kind of attitude of Sword, the whole army is in a joint relationship, even if the situation is clear, it is also a strong deterrent for those soldiers who have extra ideas.

Non Nuo's face showed a little disgust, he vaguely guessed Ward's abacus, but reminded him in a loud voice: "Of course, the warriors of the Southern Kingdom are loyal to the Empire, so it's better to put away your ridiculous tricks." Then he turned and left the tent where he was camping.

At this moment, in the hottest part of the tent, a short figure appeared, and the flames shone on him, and the night weaved a long cloak for him, the edge of which was spread all the way to Ward's face, making his face half yin and half yang, and with his frozen professional smirk, he lived like a professional ugly man with a mask.

But fortunately, the attention of the soldiers had been tightly tied to the emperor's body, and Ward's embarrassment was not noticed by anyone.

It's not just the soldiers who are eager to reach Sea Castle as soon as possible, but even Emperor Perris has unrealistic fantasies about Sea Castle.

"I am the sovereign of the Great Prus Empire, the god-given emperor, the owner of the continent and the sea, and you are my most loyal and reliable sword, sword, and spear, and in the name of the Almighty Sardinia, we will be victorious!"

"Your Majesty, we have no doubts about the impending victory, but the soldiers are now very tired, and after this feast, perhaps you can allow us to repair for a few days at Sea Castle to heal the wounds of the warriors along the way. ”

Perris looked at the Imperial soldiers who were watching him in the dark, and felt a pang of joy in his heart, feeling that he had become quite an ancestor. The adoring glances of those soldiers gave him a strong sense of confidence, and if it weren't for the anxious greeting of Sword in the crowd at this time, perhaps he would have given the order to reorganize his army and give these overly cute soldiers a good rest.

"General Sword, ah, you've come just in time. Perris had a look of surprise on his face as he jumped off the platform surrounded by the soldiers in three or two steps, and then held Ward's hand tightly.

"If you don't see a marshal in the barracks, then who can call him a leader?"

Although from the bottom of his heart, Perris still had reservations about this seemingly loyal and wolf-like knight leader, but in front of the soldiers and knights, they were as close as if they were one person.

Sword shook the Emperor's hand with momentum, but his otherwise calm face revealed a somewhat pale look, which was particularly dazzling in the cheerful army on the side. He said in a voice that was a little hesitant, low and clear enough.

"Your Majesty, I have failed your grace. ”

The chief knight gently let go of Perris's palm and half-knelt in front of him.

"In order to secure the route of the Imperial march, I have sent two messengers to King Orlov in the North Sea along the way, but to this day there has been no reply. ”

"I think, Your Majesty...... For the first time, the expedition of the Reich may have encountered difficulties, and Ollov is no longer credible. ”

The sound of joy suddenly became muffled, and the atmosphere of unease, tension, and confusion spread rapidly through the army like a bursting bomb.

The soldiers standing on the periphery had not yet heard the news coming from the center of the crowd, but as the most jubilant places began to become quiet, even the most unresponsive people could close their mouths at this time.

When Perris heard the news, his steaming heart suddenly cooled in half, as if someone had slapped him hard in the face. His chest seemed to be about to explode, half of it was filled with raging anger, and the other half was not filled with the cold wind and the fear that he himself did not want to admit, and the cultivation and prestige of the Ming Jun just now were swept away, replaced by a distorted and pale young man's face.

I don't know what kind of psychology it was, but after observing Emperor Perris's face, the disappointment in Sward's heart just now was reduced by a few points, and it was replaced by a strong disdain

"Even the descendants of the 'saint' bloodline, when they encounter such a situation, it is nothing more than that. ”

The knights who were standing on the outermost side of the world showed a bit of "it should have been like this" on their faces, although their faces were still a little lazy, their bodies and movements were already looking for their weapons. Even if they didn't have time to assemble the heavy iron armor, the knights didn't take the combat effectiveness of those peasant soldiers and citizens into account at all.

He and Sword have reached a strategy, but they are appreciative of Sword's behavior of breaking his original ideas. In his opinion, the method of withholding this kind of information to boost the morale of the soldiers is simply foolish, and the sooner such things are announced, the sooner the situation of the soldiers in the army can be observed, and at the same time, the battle plan can be arranged without distraction, which is the real way to win.

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