In the makeshift requisitioned mansion of the mayor of Chaksh, Baron Cape, the leader of the Griffon's Ambition Legion, gulps down a glass of home-brewed cider, trying to relieve his relentless migraines.

He had lost count of the days before the declaration of war on Pompeii, but it had been a long time. It should have been useful for training dogs to drill the ring of fire for so long, but every senior Stuart officer knew that the country's upper echelons were still a complete mess — a decent way to put it, and in fact most of the people in private described it as "a piece of".

As we all know, the individual Stuart corps is too small to assume the campaign function alone, so it is necessary to temporarily organize according to the orders of the higher authorities before the war.

Two months ago, Baron Capet received an order from the military headquarters that his legion would join the royal capital nearby. This is the most reasonable grouping, and Capet has been mentally prepared for it and will be in place soon.

Fifteen days ago, another order was received, this time from His Majesty King Beluni, asking Griffon Ambition to be transferred to Winterfell. Although it was inevitable that there were some complaints in his heart, after ten days of marching, the commander of the corps once again led his troops into position.

The terrible problem is that three days ago, Capet received another order, again from His Majesty Beluni, to return to the royal capital!

Before he could sit down in Winterfell, and before he had eaten enough of the local specialty blue cheese, Griffin Ambition had to wave goodbye to his new comrades and hit the road again. This time it was not as calm as the previous two times, and Pompey's army had already been dispatched, just in time to press the more than 4,000 unlucky people on the way.

After a series of outpost battles, the legion's subordinate scouts were basically reimbursed, and Capet already knew in his heart that the opponent's light cavalry was of extremely high standard. His griffon ambition is mainly infantry, and if he insists on withdrawing, he will inevitably be pursued by the cavalry, and if he doesn't want to go to the gallows, it's better not to command so much.

So he had to lead his subordinates into the small town of Chakesh, seeking an opportunity to defend the city and fight.

The worse problem now is that the old system has not had time to connect with the new system. Capet now doesn't even know who else is his boss besides the military department and His Majesty. I don't know how the friendly forces around me are arranged, and I don't know where to go for help now!

This confusion is not unfounded.

Capet reached for a few slices of ham and swallowed them with the wine.

It had long been known to the common people that their monarch, His Majesty Beluni, had little interest in government affairs, preferring to spend time in his palace and conduct some research on immortal sorcery that the Magic Guild dismissed as baseless.

Therefore, in recent years, Stuart's government affairs were mainly solved by the formation of a cabinet of several ministers. Originally, it had been running smoothly, at least not too many problems, and some voices even thought that this was a more clever way than the emperor's monopoly of power.

But since a few months ago, His Majesty Beruni suddenly returned as a king, and began to intervene in government affairs with great force.

If His Majesty Beruni becomes a good and diligent king, it will not be a good thing. But the truth is often cruel, and soon everyone realizes that he is purely foolish!

For him, the so-called government affairs are more like a new spice after getting tired of drinking. It is a well-known fact that Pompeii has developed much better than Stuart in recent years. However, His Majesty Beruni insisted on forcibly declaring war on Pompeii in the name of the palace despite everyone's opposition, resulting in the only full-scale war between the three powers in nearly a hundred years.

After that, it was like playing chess, directing the army to and fro at will, which was nothing in comparison.

As far as Capet knew, some people now began to secretly call Beruni the "Mad King", just like the rebel Nero.

"How's it going?" he said, raising his glass and taking a sip of the wine, grabbing the bottle and pouring it again.

"The Pompeii barbarians are coming up. "Surrounded by Capet were the best and most valiant knights of the entire legion. In the face of the upcoming battle, they are fearless, all of them have straight waists, and at first glance they are cucumber eggs full of honor is my life.

"Let's go and see. Capet threw the glass to the floor and shattered it to pieces, buckled his helmet and led the knights to the observation post behind the wall.

The surrounding area of Chakesh is extremely flat fields, and there is little shelter after the crops are harvested, and the entire line of sight is unobstructed.

As the opponents made final preparations for the attack, groups of light cavalry and centaurs whistled and threw arrows back and forth at the wall. There were also a large number of archers, under the command of the officer, shooting waves of arrows that rose into the sky, reaching a slightly stagnant apex and then falling suddenly.

Capet suddenly drew his sword and slashed with lightning speed, easily knocking the oncoming arrows away. Before the others could react, the long sword had already been re-sheathed, and the martial arts were obviously extremely exquisite.

"It's actually three big arrows. He stooped down to pick up the shaft of the arrow that had landed at his feet, and a slash mark was clearly visible in the middle.

It is significantly longer than a normal arrow, and it is extremely heavy in the hand. Judging from the feeling of blocking, the strength is very good, and the distance is a little closer, probably ordinary iron armor can't carry this kind of heavy arrow.

A dozen of the bravest sergeants came running with shields and built a shield wall in front of the adults.

The opponent's archers are not mediocre, and they don't take advantage of the griffin ambition. But those rangers were so powerful that they almost bit the flesh of their cavalry. Especially the few centaurs in it, who actually hold a purple-shirted longbow in their hands, are terrifying in power and accuracy, and can directly bring people down the wall once they hit.

Their performance made Capet's performance more and more convinced that he had made the right choice to defend on the spot. With this quantity and quality of Rangers, there is definitely the ability to turn a chase into a battle royale.

"Look at those earth-walking dragons, it is estimated that as long as they collide once, they can directly collapse the wall under our feet. "I've heard the information from the scouts for a long time, but it's a different story than what I've seen with my own eyes.

Capet must admit that these hill-like heavy cavalry can only be described as terrifying, and that the griffon's ambition could barely resist it with a wall so thin. Once the walls are smashed open, it is a dream for the infantry to resist the dragon in formation, and a pile of eggs is not worth mentioning no matter how united they are in front of the stones.

But to say how nervous and even frightened he was is is complete nonsense. Not only was the legion commander himself smiling and calm, but even the ordinary soldiers around him were not intimidated, even though they knew that they couldn't deal with those Earth Walking Dragons.

Because it's not just griffon ambition that has been transferred between the royal capital and Winterfell.

Now they are trapped together in this small town of Chakesh.