In a makeshift camp on the outskirts of Bomledham, Art gathered a group of officers above the captain of the Welsh Regiment and Father Robert to discuss matters.

After listening to Art's brief introduction, Robert, who was in charge of the army, took the lead in speaking, "My lord, although this fleshy bone is big enough, I'm afraid it is very difficult to gnaw, and if you are not careful, it will break a mouthful of fangs. ”

Art rubbed the gold-rimmed pre-ordination document in his hand for a moment and threw it into the sand tray of the wooden table.

This viscount title was already in Art's pocket, and this time Balwyn just used the official paper to draw this piece of bread floating in the sky, and Art did not show much excitement and excitement about it, and the premise of this so-called Viscount of the Frontier was to defend the attack of the East Schwabian and return alive, which were two rather difficult tasks.

What Jean finally agreed to was not the so-called pre-grant instrument, but the joint signature of Flender and Balwin.

"Father Robert, the bones are already in my mouth, and I can't help but gnaw them."

"The Liberation Army has been stirred into a messy pot of minced meat with the Western Army on the outskirts of Besançon, and both sides can only keep adding meat to the pot, and no one can risk withdrawing their troops at this time. Don't forget that there is still a large group of people watching from the pot. Far from it, Kodor and Lucesin are both provinces, and their positions alone can determine the fate of the old and new factions. ”

"And now that Swabian is on the side, it is obviously the conspiracy of Bernard's old mongrel, he exchanged the territory of the Bo country for foreign support, which will inevitably make Kodor and Lucesen resentful of the Besançon court, as long as the recovery army can stabilize the situation on the Western Front, we can barely block the foreign enemy on the Eastern Front, I think the people who watch the excitement on the side of the pot also know that it is time to choose to stand on that side."

The truth is understood, and everyone in the account does not understand the difficult situation of the new faction today, but the truth and understanding cannot be exchanged for victory.

As the adjutant of the legion, Odo is mainly responsible for infantry training and the supply of soldiers' armament and baggage grain and grass, and the wounds of the first battle of Vaal City have only healed a little so far, "My lord, the Welsh Legion has just recovered its strength after two or three months of renovation and training, if all six hundred people in the whole army are pulled to the east, there may be a little chance of victory, but they still have to leave half of the infantry to garrison Vaal City, how can two or three hundred people hold the east?" ”

"Don't ask me that question, you can't answer the question "how" to win a battle with little chance of winning. Art didn't hide in front of his subordinates.

Robert sighed and said to everyone slowly: "Let's think about the good, at least we don't have to get involved in the mess of the battlefield on the Western Front, we have a strong army in the east, no one is restrained, and no one is robbing the merits."

Everyone had to laugh bitterly.

"My lord, who are you going to leave behind to garrison Vaal City?" Angus didn't think about any more useless questions, and asked directly about Art's plans.

Art looked around at the officers in the tent, they were all elites who had survived the battle, and many of them did have the ability to lead an army on their own.

"The military order given to me by the command camp is to hold the eastern border for two months, but according to the current situation on the western front, it may not be possible to capture Besançon City for three months, so we must be prepared to support the eastern border for at least three months."

"After entering the eastern border, you need to immediately start recruiting soldiers to form the Yonah Frontier Army and raise and transport food and baggage, these chores are Odo's strength, so Odo must follow me to the eastern border."

There were only two lieutenants in the Wells Legion, and Otto was to be taken to the east to deal with the conscription and transportation of food, so Angus was left behind.

However, Art obviously had other plans, "The Swabian army is strong, and the newly built army needs a commander who can fight in person, and the entire eastern front is too long, and I will never lead the troops to fight in person at all times, so the sergeant major must also go with me to the eastern border to command the battle." ”

The three legion commanders had left, and it was hard to guess who would be left to lead the defenders.

"Redhead!" Art screamed.

Kazak immediately stepped forward.

"You are the first person to follow me, and you are also the oldest of the Welsh Legion, the highest in battle, and the most capable of fighting, I now promote you to the commander and adjutant of the Wells Legion, responsible for leading the Welsh Legion to garrison the remaining army in Vaal City, before I return, you have to use your life as a guarantee to lead the brothers of the Wells Legion to win the battle and survive."

"Redhead", this is the nickname given to him by the guys when Kazak was a laborer, and it has rarely been called since he joined Yat's army, and with the little promotion of the military ranks, especially the promotion of the trainee knight to the nobility, this slightly playful title has not appeared again.

Calling out the name from Yat's mouth today touched Kazak's heart and made him feel very cordial.

Of the three people who came out of the Lucis Enligong shack together, Otto has always been the adjutant of the army, and he is also the fastest to be promoted, and Buzz was idle for a while after being seriously injured in the first battle of Boulder, but now he has also become the commander of the garrison corps, only Kazak is slightly lower.

Now that Kazak has been promoted, he is of course excited.

"Be loyal to your lords, and never regret it until you die!"

Otto took the lead, and everyone in the tent shouted softly for Kazak.

Art patted Kazak on the shoulder, "You deserve it, because I'm going to tell you bad news next." ”

Art has always been honest in front of his henchmen, and Kazak should be prepared.

"It's impossible for me to keep half of my infantry in Vaal for the command tent. Not to mention whether Vaal City needs so many elite soldiers, even if it does, it is impossible for me to keep half of the elite. There's only one castle to garrison here, but there are more than two dozen castles in the east that I need to defend against."

Kazak took advantage of the excitement, "My lord, you can say how many people you can keep for me!" ”

Art glanced at Kazak, and Kazak also stared at Yat's eyes, his eyes sincere enough.

"In order to meet the command tent, I will leave all the soldiers of the first company behind, but after a while I will hire more than 100 peasants from the hinterland of Jonah Province to come to Vaal City in exchange for most of the legion. I will leave you the first company and the first banner team under your command, and the baggage team will leave a third of the baggage troops. A banner soldier plus the remaining soldiers and more than 100 peasant soldiers, this is all the strength under your command. ”

"In addition, I will leave you a separate 150,000 Fennig emergency military salary, if the Liberation Army cannot pay the military salary on time, you will use this money to pay in advance. As for the grain and grass, the treasury of Vaal City is stocked with enough for you. ”

"Do you have any other requirements?"

"My lord, I don't want the hoplites, can you leave me some crossbowmen?"

"No, the East needs crossbowmen more than you."

"My lord, can you leave a few cavalry behind?"

"No, but I can leave you a few horses."

"My lord, can you leave the task force in the city?"

Art looked down and thought for a moment, "Half of the task force is in Vaal City. ”

"Are there any other requirements?"

"No more!" Kazak replied firmly.

"Kazak, your task is to hold the castle, and you can't go out of the city to fight unless you have to, and no one's orders can be taken!"

"Yes!"

"In addition, if you have done your best and duty, I will allow you to lay down your arms and accept the honor~" Art's voice was so low that everyone buried their heads

At the end of September, the whole of the 2nd Infantry Company of the Welsh Corps, all the cavalry corps, all the archery corps, all the heavy infantry corps, most of the baggage corps and half of the task force, and the battalion of the corps command, a total of more than 370 men with forty-five wagons, marched east and west along the Vaal to the east of the King's Road.

As the war spreads in the East, time is of the essence.

It took less than four days for the Welsh army to reach Brammon, a castle southeast of Jonah, less than two days from the forefront of the Swabian invasion, where the 500 Swabian vanguard troops were held back by a fortified city called Wallonburg.

Brammon City, where refugees fleeing the war continue to flock from all over the east, is at least not at stake compared to the Schwabian-ravaged border.

Under the gate of the eastern city of Bramont, a group of soldiers dressed in black burqas and uniforms, led by an officer, set up two bonfires at the base of the outer city wall, and two large clay pots were boiling, and the clay pots were boiling with fragrant vegetable leaves and wheat paste.

In front of the campfire clay pots, five or six soldiers with short swords and sticks at their waists separated the surrounding refugees, and a few soldiers carried sticks to swim through the crowd to prevent anyone from inciting food to loot.

Next to the campfire clay pots, a simple wooden platform was built with several wooden frames, and a neatly dressed and charity-looking guy was shouting at the refugees gathered around.

"Brothers, you are all God's warriors on earth, and can you watch the Swabian barbarians invade your land, plunder your wealth, humiliate your wives and daughters, and kill your relatives? Will you be able to watch God's promised land be reduced to waste by the barbarians? Can you just watch your homeland be eaten up and swallowed up little by little? ”

The guy on the stage stopped for a moment after yelling, allowing the crowd to digest it a little.

"You have lost a chance to take up arms against a foreign enemy, and now we are giving you another chance. As long as any of you are willing to join the East Legion of Jonah, you will be able to get a piece of porridge, and you will be able to eat porridge for every meal in the future, and you will be able to eat enough for every meal! ”

The guy on the stage looked eagerly and hopefully at the refugees gathered around the campfire.

The refugees thought they would be able to eat a bite of porridge, but they didn't want to join the Frontier Regiment before they could get food.

If these people had the courage to join the army, they would not have been chased around like rats by the Schwabians, so no one on the stage responded to his words

The man on the stage was already dry-mouthed, and he waved his hand at another soldier beside him, who continued to agitate on the stage in his place.

"I said Dunnis, your mouth is really incredible, and I said it's a pity that you don't become a troubadour." Spencer, the baggage officer who directs the soldiers to cook wheat porridge at the campfire clay pot, holds a half-eaten pear in his hand.

"Can this thing be eaten raw? Not afraid of getting sick? Dunnis tugged at the throat and swallowed hard as he watched the pear in Spencer's hand.

"You can't eat the dead, and it tastes so good." Spencer picked up a large pear from a wicker box and threw it to Dennis.

Dunnis took it and sniffed, then looked up at Spencer and took a small bite, it tasted really sweet and full of juice.

"Brother Spencer, you say, do you think you can recruit ~ soldiers today?" Dennis had a mouthful of flesh in his mouth, slurred.

Spencer had already gnawed the pears in his hand, and he threw the pits into the clay pot where the refugees were boiling the porridge, and replied: "I think there are some difficulties, the war on the Western Front, the Jonah court has already recruited almost the peasant soldiers, this time Swabian invaded the border, and the army of the lords left behind in the east once again forcibly recruited farmers who could barely fight, and most of the people who were able to avoid shedding their skins twice were the old and weak, women and children, do you expect these people to join the army?" The requirements for adults to recruit farmers are higher than theirs~"

"Huh! Huh! Eh!! There are mongrels who want to rush in and grab the wheat paste, and call me out! Spencer saw two half-old boys trying to sneak in and steal food, and picked up a short stick and beckoned the soldiers to hit him.

Dennis glanced at the group of refugees who were not young and strong, and then at Dennis, the ideological and political adjutant who was agitating at the stage, shook his head, and sighed lightly, "One hundred!" God, when will the task assigned by the adults be completed~"