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This is also an important reason for the proletarian medical dog's last mouth and ridicule, without one, he has to hide the fact that his mental strength is extraordinary, and he can directly stun the domain-level master, and he can still save his life at a critical moment.

Anyway, except for the priest of the Vulcan Sect called Sennest, no one has experienced how terrifying the spiritual power he can inspire after he is promoted to the twentieth level.

In the tent of the Allied Army, Chamberlain and Marshal Windersol sat opposite each other, Chamberlain's face was indifferent, and Windsol did not suppress the joy on his face at all, it seemed that Chamberlain used a knife to see a god-level priest, which made him happier than he did it himself.

"This is to report the battle report to the Allied Military Department, you see if there is anything missing. Wendsol pushed a stack of battle reports in front of Chamberlain, "Your vanguard has made a lot of meritorious service this time, and it is very strong for the alliance. ”

Who says that social sciences are not science? It's simply too scientific!

As the so-called wage earners rely on commissions, managers rely on operations, and the top level of the alliance at the level of Wendsol obviously will not grab the cake of war merits, what he has to do is how to make the cake of war merits bigger.

Therefore, the proletarian medical dog's eyes flashed, and he did not look through the stack of war reports, but said with a smile: "It has been a hundred years since the marshal was in charge of the Allied military headquarters, although Chamberlain used to sit in the pharmacy laboratory, and he had heard a lot about the marshal's strict laws, and all the results of the battle will be reported according to the marshal's knowledge, and there will certainly be no deviation." ”

A smile appeared on Wendsol's face: "In addition to the Storm Pass, it is the Zephyr Plain, where the terrain is very open and there are many cities, in order to prevent the enemy from being divided and encircled, the forward legion needs to slow down the attack, so I plan to assign you a reinforced hoplite regiment, with 10,000 hoplites above the twelfth level and thirty third-level magic crystal cannons." ”

Chamberlain's eyelids jumped, the battle had reached this point, to say that the Vulcan Sect dared to take the initiative to send troops to sneak attack, or that there were other big cities to hold on, he didn't believe it himself, the Nislan city-state was able to exist between the two empires for so long, and it was definitely not by virtue of the status of the French Empire's vassal state, they could sell the Vulcan Sect a storm pass, but they would definitely not gamble on the fate of the entire city-state, and directly confront the alliance's crusading army.

So, apart from attacking a few churches of the Vulcan Cult, there will be no other siege battles, and what's the point of being equipped with the magic crystal cannon?

"Is it possible, what does the marshal mean?" Chamberlain looked at Windsor, his tone a little puzzled, and even a little excited.

Wendthor coughed dryly, then laughed, "This is a battle of faith, and we need to give an account to the upper echelons of Nislan about the Storm Pass being held by the Vulcan Cult. ”

Wanting to change the political identity of a city-state is obviously not something that 300,000 crusaders can do, this involves the geopolitics of the two empires, even if the French Empire is on the throne, it can give up the Vulcan Cult when one or several electors receive compensation from the alliance, but it will definitely not give up the protection of Nislan because of this compensation.

This is a question of the political credibility of a country, second only to the sovereignty of the state.

So...... What's the dirty PY deal in here? Chamberlain frowned, his troops had really raised the Abyss Blood Flag at half-mast, and as long as an arrow was fired, there would be no living person left.

"Here you come. Wendsol stood up with a smile and pointed to the map on the wall, and Chamberlain instantly understood.

This is a magic mapping with a ten-level accuracy, and it is difficult for the alliance to obtain a map of this accuracy except for sending spies, and it is not necessary to crusade against a church at all, which is a good thing that belongs to the bottom of the box in the national war, which can prove one point - the city-state of Nislan has responded from within.

"In these three cities, there are three cathedrals of the Vulcan Cult, and I need you to lead someone to burn them down completely. Wendthor smiled and drew a circle on each of the three red dots, "The defenders of these three cities are all fanatical followers of the Vulcan Cult, and I think His Highness Chamberlain knows what to do." ”

These three cities are not Vulcan strongholds at all, and there are not even a few followers of the Vulcan Cult in them, and now Chamberlain can finally be sure of one thing, that is, there is a split in the upper echelons of Nislan, and some people hope to use the hands of the alliance to eliminate dissidents, and the alliance also hopes that there is a neighbor who rides the wall and is more inclined to himself, so the two are considered to be a perfect match.

All in all, people from the other world really know how to play.

So Chamberlain nodded and said naturally: "Naturally, the chickens and dogs are not left." ”

After thinking about it, he added: "It seems that there is a lot of error in the intelligence at hand, and it seems that the intelligence department under the Allied Military Department should be replaced with a group of more reliable personnel." ”

After all, it's a deal, so trade it thoroughly, you are in the limelight now, and the voice within the royal family must have been strengthened, so make a good deal with Wendsol and expand your influence in the Allied Army, anyway, as long as the front line wins, the rest is easy to say.

The intelligence department of the military department has replaced a large number of personnel, and if Wendsol can't replace his people at this juncture, then there will be no need to cooperate in the future.

Wendsol's eyes lit up and nodded: "The new 10,000-strong army assigned to you is the Capetche Legion, the commander of the legion is a novice who has not led a few soldiers, and His Royal Highness Chamberlain still needs to teach him well." ”

"Chamberlain certainly lived up to his mission. Chamberlain nodded solemnly, and then withdrew from the tent, and when he looked up at the night sky outside the tent, he and Wendsol in the tent smiled knowingly at the same time.

The Capetch Legion is a clan soldier of Windsor, and the leader of the army is his second son, Earl Capecher, an eighteenth-level berserker, a top student of the Alliance Demon Martial Arts Academy, with a dual student of knighthood and command.

Being able to put this legion under his vanguard army proves that Wendsol values this transaction very seriously and directly makes a heavy bet, and it also means that in the eyes of outsiders, Wendsol and his family have made a subtle adjustment in the succession to the throne.

"Who says social science isn't science? It's so scientific!" Chamberlain looked at the brighter and brighter, bared his teeth, Wendsol's eldest son was living with one of his royal brothers in the abyss, "Long bets are indeed the only way to take sides." ”