The rules have always been made by the victors, and when they win, they naturally do whatever they want, and it is impossible for other nobles to jump out and blame them for something that is a foregone conclusion.

But if it fails, the Habsburgs will certainly not give up, and when the time comes, they will form pressure on the other nobles, and the Duke of Billund can only admit it.

"Humph! They thought they could win? Do they think they have won Saxony?! Oh, it can't be! ”

Duke Billund's eyes widened, staring at the generals in front of him, and roared angrily: "Saxony brave knights, if we lose this time, that old thing of Charles VI will definitely take the opportunity to bring that bitch of his family to power!" Warriors, can you accept an eggless bitch who shits and pees on your head?! ”

Duke Billon said excitedly, pulled out the sword at his waist with a pop, waved it horizontally in front of him, and shouted: "Answer me, warriors! ”

Seeing this, the generals in the barracks also pulled out their swords from their waists and erected them in front of them, shouting with burning eyes: "No! My King! ”

More than a dozen generals replied in unison, and the savage bloodiness hidden in their bones was stimulated, and everyone was furious, their eyes widened, as if they were about to set foot on the battlefield.

"Excellent! You haven't lost your eggs yet! The Duke of Billund straightened his bull-like neck and roared like thunder: "Saxony will never back down!" Obey my orders, soldiers, gather all your troops, and in three days the whole army will attack, break through their defenses, and drive the waste who rely on women to do their work back to their hometowns! Kill!!! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! The others also shouted after Duke Billund, and for a moment the momentum in the military tent was soaring, and above the military tent, the banner of Saxony twisted violently in the north, like a burning black flame.

But this time, it was the Hohenzollerns who also took the lead.

When the news of Tariq's defeat reached the Hohenzollern family, Duke Friedrich was not even too surprised, but rubbed his white beard with his finger and said softly: "Well, I guessed that those Northland barbarians were unreliable, and I thought I could save some trouble, so let Kylos go." ”

In this war, Duke Friedrich was old, so he stayed in Brandenburg in Berlin and remotely controlled the direction of the war.

And the person who was commanding the army at the front line at this moment was the Duke's own son, the heir of the Hohenzollern family, and the iron-blooded general of the Prussian Princehood, Kyiros.

If the army of the princely state of Prussia was an unstoppable heavy truck, then Kyiros was the man in the cab of the truck.

Few have been able to fully mobilize a large army as well as he did, and to run as freely as if he were commanding his own limbs.

Some say that he is the most promising person to succeed Prince Eugen, and that he will be able to become the second god of war of the Holy Roman Empire if he has made enough achievements in the future and established himself with a few big victories.

Unlike Prince Eugen, Kyilos was not well-versed in politics, and his abilities were only reflected in the aspect of operational command.

Therefore, Duke Friedrich is the marshal, Kyiros is only a general, and Duke Friedrich is still in control of the war, and it is up to him to determine who to fight and when, and then tell Kyiros these and let Kyiros carry it out.

In order to ensure the timely and effective transmission of information, Hohenzollern also established a fast channel between the front line and Berlin, and the orders of the Duke of Friedrich were delivered to Kylos on the same day.

In the southeastern part of the empire, in the castle of Hawiz, the resolute-faced General Kyiros, who was about forty years old, was standing in the castle hall, holding a letter that had just been delivered.

After reading what was written on the letter, Kylos's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He then beckoned to the guards standing in the hall and called him to his side.

"Gather the other generals, and I'm going to hold a military meeting." Kyiros's order was concise and to the point.

When the guards heard this, they were a little confused, in the past, every time Kyiros called the generals, he would point out which army was the general, but this time he did not specifically mention it.

After thinking about it, he still asked, "General, do you mean, gather all the generals?" ”

"Well, everyone." Kylos whispered.

The guard nodded and didn't say anything more, just turned and walked out.

However, in the guard's heart, there was already a storm, because he knew very well what the three words 'all' really meant.

These three words represent the nearly 100 counts and viscounts under the name of Hohenzollern, and all the troops they lead.

Before the battle, the Hohenzollerns had gathered all their forces and gathered them into one place.

In the previous battles, Kylos had only used a part of his strength, and the number of participants in each military meeting was less than a third of the total.

This time, however, there was a completely different change, which meant that the entire Hohenzollern family would have to devote all their strength to the battle.

It was the full power of a Prussian principality, and a dense mass of soldiers gathered together, and a stomp on the ground could cause an earthquake, and a blow could set off a gust of wind.

Gathering such strength can only mean one thing, the great war, it is about to begin!

Three days after Eugen occupied the Lebber region, the Hohenzollerns increased their army by 50,000 and gathered 70,000 troops from the southeast of the empire to march towards Vienna, standing in front of them with the 50,000 Habsburg army.

The Duchy of Saxony also increased its troops, and the famous Eagle Feather Legion entered the battle, which, together with the forces previously invested, made a total of 30,000 iron cavalry and rushed straight towards the combined defense line of the Habsburgs and the Wittelsbach family.

Under pressure, the Wittelsbal family urgently increased their troops by 10,000 and replenished the defensive line, bringing the total number of coalition forces to 40,000.

However, in the face of the Eagle Feather Legion, even with the superiority of troops, the coalition forces are not sure of victory.

The relationship between the parties was like a tense bowstring, and finally stretched to the extreme on this day, accompanied by the long echoing sound of the horn, several behemoths of flesh and steel collided with each other.

The war, from the very beginning, went to its most tragic side.

On the northern front, the coalition forces relied on the Elbe and Sudetenland to establish a defensive line, and a major battle broke out with the Saxon iron cavalry at the mountain pass between the Sudetenland and the Erz.