"My lord, there are two important armies from the north." Art had just stepped into the hall of the lord with his front foot, and Angus had already greeted him.

Angus was greeted by a dusty, tired old man dressed as a monk.

Art glanced at the monk-like old man, and then moved his gaze to Angus.

Angus didn't have time to introduce the monk to Art, and he was in a hurry to report to the army.

"My lord, two emergency troops. For one, the army north of Kodor had reached three miles north of Fort Marci, and was now building a fort in a valley flat. Almost at the same time, the county soldiers who had chased from the south also arrived outside the city, and they had already made contact, and it was estimated that they would join forces tonight, with a total strength of more than two thousand, and the soldiers were mixed, but many of them were strong in battle. ”

Art nodded faintly, which was what he expected.

"Another army." Art straightened his clothes and sat down on a wooden bench as he walked towards the long table in the hall.

Angus motioned for the middle-aged monk to follow, and then replied, "The second top-secret army is from the Central Army of the Liberation Army, and the old monk bluntly said that he must convey it to you personally."

Art glanced up at the old monk.

"That's right, my lord, this is the secret envoy sent by the Marquis of Flender. He travelled south from Besançon along the province of Lucesn and came to Fort Marci via the mountain trail that runs through the mountain range between the departments of Saône and Códor provinces. Just now I was on patrol with my troops and spotted the monk. He recognized me. Angus replied.

Art did not rush to ask the new monarch Flender's secret order, but looked at the old monk repeatedly, feeling a little familiar.

"Count Art, you were a guest in Midsummer City when I last saw you." The old man said first.

"Who are you?" Art was full of questions.

"I am the chief monk of the Longxia City Elder's House." The old man has his share.

"It's you, no wonder I always think I've seen it somewhere." There was a hint of surprise in Art's tone.

"Count Arte, I have been ordered by the new Marquis Flanders to convey to you the military orders of the Liberation Army." The old man paused. And cleared his throat.

"The Wells army led by Atwood Wells must defeat the Kodor army within fifteen days, and thus form a posture to attack the city of Kodor and knock on the province of Thorne. The Liberation Army will launch a final thunderous attack on the Western Army in the early morning of the 15th Morning in an attempt to completely defeat the Western Army. This decree was issued to Flanders Otto, the ruler of the Count of Burgundy and the commander of the Restoration Army. ”

Art was stunned for a moment after hearing this, "What? Crush the enemy army in fifteen? Do you have to go north to attack the city of Kodor? ”

The old monk waved his hand to signal that Art should not be surprised, "Count Art, the Marquis of Flanders will not let you fight alone. He has secretly ordered the Midsummer Mountain Army to secretly move north, join forces with the Wells Legion, and appoint you as the commander of the Southern Alliance. ”

Yate didn't speak, he was silent for a moment, and sorted out his thoughts, "This is not in line with the overall strategic situation of the Liberation Army before?" Why did Xinjun suddenly attack? Has something drastic changed? ”

"The strategic big picture? It's a new word. The old monk didn't bother anymore after asking a question, and continued: "Count Art's guess is correct, just before you arrived at Fort Marci, the external situation in the Count of Burgundy changed greatly...... "The old monk's face suddenly became a little more worried.

Art looked at the old monk nervously, thinking that the change that could make the calm and experienced Flender suddenly change the overall situation of the strategy must be two extremes - extremely unfavorable or extremely favorable.

"Two great changes, one of which is that under the persuasion of Lord Galvin, the Duchy of Provence is completely on the side of the Marquis of Flanders, who will fund the military expenses of one million finneys and send a cavalry army of five hundred men to the north to help in the war."

"Second, the Order of the Order, under the strong persuasion of Bishop Orlov, agreed to lend five million fennigh to the new Count of Burgundy in order to support the unification of the new monarch."

Art had an epiphany, Provence's support and participation in the war would not make Flender suddenly change his previous strategy, and the support of the knights of the Holy Order was the most fundamental reason.

Quite simply, behind the Knights of the Order is the Pope, and behind the Pope is the Kingdom of France.

"The Kingdom of France is finally going to make a move on the Duchy of Burgundy~" Art whispered softly.

"How can I believe your words?" Art's cheeks suddenly tightened and he asked the old monk.

"Of course, you have the right to doubt everything. But I'm sure you should know this ......," said the old monk, taking out a ring wrapped in bordered silk from his bosom and handing it to Art.

Art took the ring and looked at it for a moment, it was the same eagle iris ring that Flender wore when he was canonized as the Marquis of Burgundy, a symbol of royal power.

Seeing this ring of power was like seeing Flender himself, so Art dispelled his doubts.

"Matthew! Immediately arrange for the old monk to rest. Then he called the house to prepare some fine food for the old monk and a Welsh beer brewed by the valley. Even though the military is busy, Art does not forget to take every opportunity to sell goods unique to his valley, after all, the war will usher in a revival of commerce.

After Matthew led the old monk out of the lord's hall, Art turned to Angus and said, "Sergeant Major, summon all the officers above the flag captain level except for the garrison duty to the hall for military discussion. ”

"Yes, sir." With that, Angus hurried out of the hall of the lords.

Art clenched the ring tightly in his palm, "This is to let me give up the wolf." I couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

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The pre-battle military meeting in the hall of the lords of Fort Marsey lasted a whole day. In the face of the sudden order, the officers who participated in the pre-war military conference were a little overwhelmed.

On the one hand, Fort Marsey had just been captured, and the soldiers needed some rest. The recent war has exhausted the officers and men of the Welsh Legion. If they do not take a break and immediately plunge into a new fortification, the officers and soldiers will inevitably fluctuate.

On the other hand, the Wells Legion was alone and not prepared for a long-distance attack on enemy territory, and if it had not conquered Fort Marsey and captured half of the grain and grass, I am afraid that most of the soldiers of the Wells Legion would have either starved to death or been exterminated by the Kodor army.

What is even more fatal is that the combined forces of the north and south of Kodor are more than 2,000 people, well-equipped and menacing. Even with the help of the Midsummer Army, Art could not say that he was 100% sure that he could win the Battle of Marciburg. Even if you win, it may be the result of killing a thousand enemies and losing 800 yourself.

The Welsh Legion has always been cunning as a fox and scheming, and would never make such a loss-making deal.

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Late at night, inside the Hall of the Lords of Fort Marsey. Placed in stone candlesticks on the four walls of the hall, the flames of the fire jumped up and down, and the whole hall was brightly lit. Wooden cups were neatly arranged around the table, and some of them had a sip of beer left in them. This was left behind by the high-ranking officers of the Welsh Legion who left the hall of the lord after the military council and went to receive their orders.

This seems to have become the practice of the Welsh regiment, and whenever there is a major military meeting, Art will order the baggage team to bring out the Welsh beer produced in the valley and give a glass of beer to all the officers participating in the military meeting. In this way, you can not only discuss the major affairs of the army and the strategy of defending against the enemy in a more relaxed atmosphere, relieve the tension of the officers, but also contact the officers, which is also a good way to buy people's hearts.

In the side hall of the lord's hall, in front of the table with half of the leg cut off, Art was writing rapidly on the paper produced in the Valley Workshop with a quill dipped in ink in the not-so-bright light. Since the process is not yet complete, the surface of the paper is still a little rough, and if you look closely, you can sometimes see even small weeds embedded in it. But that doesn't affect the writing.

On each expedition, Art would carry a certain amount of valley paper, which was mainly for the purpose of passing the army and making military plans. Paper is much thinner than sheepskin and birch bark and can also be folded into various shapes for easy carrying and concealment. As a strategic material and an important export commodity in the future, the production process of paper is strictly confidential, and the use needs to be specially approved. In general, only Yate and Otto, Angus and several other Legion Leader class figures are eligible for use.

"Knock knock," was a sharp knock on the door as Art inserted the freshly written words into the hollowed-out wooden strip in the center.

"Come in." Art said, looking at the doorway.

"My lord, four soldiers of the task force have been ordered to come." Art's poster guard pushed open the door and reported to Art.

"Call them in." Art said to Matthew.

"Come in, a few of you." Matthew turned to the next four task force members who were already waiting outside the door.

"Your Excellency!" The task force members bent over the back of their right hands against their waists, their left hands against the edge of their left legs, and bowed to Art.

"You should know that calling you here is certainly not a trivial matter," the four of them looked at the others before their eyes fixed on Art.

"I won't say much about the rest, you are the most elite soldiers of my legion, and you have only one mission this time......"

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In the mountains southeast of Kodor in August, the temperature plummets after the whole day has faded. The shrill chirping of the crickets hidden in the green grass was intermittent in the mountain wind.

When the moon was in the sky, the tall birch trees on the edge of the trade road were shining in the moonlight, and the black shadows were cast in the middle of the road, like soldiers crawling on the ground.

"Open the gates!"

"Open the gates!"

In the north city of Fort Marssy, the leader of a city defense squad ordered several soldiers to defend the city under his command after receiving the order from his superiors.

With the sound of the thick wooden pole being removed from the doorway on the inside of the North City Gate, the gate was opened with the combined efforts of the four soldiers.

With the sound of whipping, four black robes and hooded black shadows galloped out of the city gates, galloping all the way towards the forest on the edge of Marsy Fort and disappearing into the endless night......

These are the four members of the Welsh Corps contingent. After receiving the order in the side hall of the Lord Hall of Fort Marsey, the four of them simply cleaned up and rode out of the city. The four of them are in pairs of two. One group crossed the mountain trail between the provinces of Codor and Lucesinn, and traveled south day and night all the way back to Tiniecs, mobilizing the rest of the Tiniez County Company and the Valley Garrison Corps, the second detachment of the Wells Corps, and then galloping through the Lucesn mountain trail to Fort Marsey in seven directions.

The other two hurried to Sapu Fort, mobilized the Sapu Company of the Second Sub-Regiment and some young and strong peasant soldiers of the Third Sub-Regiment that had been stationed here for a long time, and left the stone fort, and then marched west to join the Longxia Army in the north......

The night was dark and windy, and the task force was divided into two groups as they left the city of Fort Marsey and headed north into the dense forest.

"You two, head in the direction of Sap. Remember, day and night, even if you run the horse to my death, you have to send the order. This is a matter of life and death and honor for the Welsh Legion, and there must be no sloppiness. Task Force Vice-Captain Oliver said to the two team members.

"Yes, sir!" The two soldiers responded.

"Let's go!" Oliver gave the order, and the four rode away in two directions.

Art stood on the walls of the northern city and watched by the moonlight at the soldiers who had diverted to the territory to bring reinforcements.

Suddenly, a cool breeze hit, and Art inadvertently shrunk her neck and put her hands in front of her.

Seeing this, Matthew, who was standing behind, quickly draped the sheepskin coat he had prepared on Art's shoulders. Artra tugged at her collar, still staring into the distance.

"My lord, I'll send you back to rest. Oliver: They're going to get the job done, so don't worry too much. Matthew persuaded.

Art turned to look at the guard, who was almost as tall as herself, and said to Matthew, "Matthew, you've been following me for a long time. ”

"Yes, sir." Matthew replied respectfully.

"This time is different, are you afraid of death?"

Matthew held the long sword at his waist in his left hand, and his eyes revealed a resolute look.

"Don't be afraid! None of the soldiers of the Wells Legion were afraid of death! Matthew said excitedly, spitting almost in Art's face.

"Good! This is my soldier of the Wells Legion! Yat's tone was filled with pride.

"Let's go, go back."

"Yes, sir."

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