Looking at the Count of Seth with an excited face and eyes staring at him, Loren frowned slightly.

Inside the tent, Seth Braha, with his cheeks open, did not care at all about the eyes around him, and his teeth clenched as he waited for Duke Byrne's reply.

His right hand on the hilt of his sword was trembling, as if trying to contain his emotions, and the corners of his chapped mouth and bloodshot eyes were evident that he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

Is the situation in Boi so bad?

Before he set out, Loren had already made a rough estimate of Boi's situation, and was able to get an archduke, and a very good-looking duke, to write a letter asking for help, proving that Boi had indeed suffered a crushing defeat in the invasion of the centaurs.

But no matter how miserable the defeat was, it would not be anxious to become like this—in terms of territory alone, the Duchy of Boy was not inferior to Byrne, and it may not be rich, but in terms of military strength, there are probably few principalities that can compare with Boi.

When the sixth-generation "sage" Brandon I went north to expedition to the Valley of the Blood, the Duchy of Boi shouldered all the work of reconnaissance, sweeping, communication, and even logistics defense and the two wings of the arch defense front, and 100,000 hussars were all over the north and south of the Fault Mountain!

It is not difficult for the principalities to fight and defend their homeland and assemble 100,000 legions, but it is not difficult for the principalities to have 100,000 people, and 100,000 cavalry, to go on an expedition of 100,000 miles... That's a different concept.

Such a powerful principality could not be defeated in a single battle even if it was invaded, and it was a local battle, at most it was a temporary setback, and most of the requests for reinforcements were just a matter of restoring confidence and morale and replenishing the losses of the elite core forces.

But looking at the expression of this Earl of Seth, it is clear that he is already saving soldiers like fighting fires, and it is by no means as simple as "temporary setback" as he imagined.

"Seth Braha, who gave you the guts to speak like that?!"

Before the irascible Angher could speak, the angry Bosivar stood up first and glared angrily at Count Braha: "See where you are now, and then show me who the person in front of you is!"

"Who gave you the guts to talk to Duke Byrne like that?!"

The scarlet-eyed Braha didn't want to answer him at all, but he had to turn his head and explain: "Didn't I tell you before, we're here to ......"

"I don't care what you're here for!" Bocival interrupted him brutally and directly, and he was furious: "This is the camp of the Byrnes, and you are rude to the Duke of Byrne in front of us, then you cannot be ......"

"Bosival!"

A calm, deep voice interrupted him, and as soon as the enraged Count Bosival turned around, Loren Turin was already standing in front of him, and said coldly, "Sit down." ”

"Duke, I ......"

"I say......" Loren interrupted him unceremoniously, pressed his right hand on Bosival's shoulder, and his eyes were cold: "Sit down!"

In the silent tent, a needle could be heard, and Bosival, who wanted to say something, was directly "pressed" on the seat by Loren, and looked at the duke in front of him in dismay.

The rest of the tent looked dazed, and before they could react to what had just happened, only Count Eckert, who was sitting on Loren's side, glanced sideways and glanced at Count Anglet.

He had deliberately failed to stand up and stop Bosival, and first, the Archduke of Varna's cronies really needed to be beaten and beaten, and they could not be taken for granted Byrne's support.

Secondly, it is not enough to win prestige and war experience from the outside world, but also to intimidate the counts in the duchy from taking themselves too seriously.

Now... Facing Eckert's gaze, Angette, who snorted coldly, rolled his eyes and turned his head directly.

It's worthy of being able to confront the commander of the Western Frontier in court at the Round Table Council, and force him to the point of not choosing what to say... Duke of the Turin family.

"Please don't take what happened just now to heart, Count Bosival is just impulsive. ”

Loren took a deep breath and turned back to Count Braha with a kind smile: "I hope our friends of Boe will not end their friendship with Byrne because of this little thing." ”

"In the name of the Holy Cross and the Varna family, I promise you absolutely not!" Seth Braha, who came back to his senses, hurriedly said: "It has nothing to do with Count Bosival, it's that I'm too nervous and abrupt for a while. ”

"Humph!"

Bocival, who was held down by Loren, snorted disdainfully, but everyone present pretended not to hear and bypassed the matter.

"In that case, could you please describe the current situation in Boi and us in detail?" Loren immediately changed the subject:

"Although we received a letter asking for help, the Grand Duke of Varna told us only that a hundred thousand centaurs had entered the country, and we did not know anything about the rest—not even where to rescue, or where to join him. ”

Looking at Loren's expression, Seth Braha's eyes suddenly dodged a little, and he hesitated again and again: "Uh... I'll be sure to explain this to you in detail when I'm done. ”

"But before that, please forgive me for my rudeness, and tell me now - how many troops did Byrne mobilize to rescue Boi this time?!"

Hearing that he turned the subject back to this, the knight lords in the camp looked at each other with different expressions.

"This aid to Boe is a joint decision of Byrne. Loren looked at Count Braha, who looked anxious: "There are a total of 1,000 knights, 3,000 foot knights, 6,000 phalanx infantry, 3,000 ranger knights and rangers, plus 2,000 projections, baggage and reinforcements, a total of 15,000 people." ”

"It's only fifteen thousand?!" said Braha, who looked surprised, without thinking about it.

There was an uproar in the tent, and angry eyes glared at the Count of Braha.

"That's right, 'only' fifteen thousand. Loren looked at him calmly, his face sinking like water: "Your Grand Duke wrote a letter asking for help, and we only have four days to gather troops to go north, of which we have to deduct two days to prepare supplies and discuss the route." ”

"In two days, fifteen thousand people are already all the elite that Byrne can gather in two days. ”

Looking at the earls around him who were glaring at him, as well as the duke, who was expressionless and too young, Count Braha, who knew that he had said the wrong thing, quickly changed his words: "I'm sorry, I'm not accusing you, I'm just saying ......"

"If you can describe in more detail the situation in the battle in Boi in front of you, or the specific comparison of the forces of the two sides, I can certainly order that the counts who are dispatched in the rear continue to send reinforcements. ”

Loren frowned: "But only if the premise... We need time, and we need the most critical information at the moment. ”

"I'll tell you all this, but fifteen thousand people are really not enough!"

Seth Braha was so anxious that he was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly, and looked at Loren at a loss: "Lord Duke, I really don't want to say this, but there are only 15,000 people... He has no influence on the situation of Boi at all, and the centaurs who are chasing us are far more than ......"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his words, his body shook suddenly, and his whole face was pale and bloodless!

There was a dead silence in the tent.

"What do you say, there's a centaur chasing you, right?!"

The angry-eyed Count Eckert stood up directly, and his voice was as deep as thunder: "The centaur army of more than 1,000 heads we eliminated today is actually not to raid us, but to block your retreat, right?!"

"I ......" The panicked Seth Braha stopped talking, his pupils dilated, and he was panicked.

"Say!" Ackert rushed over and grabbed Seth's collar and lifted him into the air: "Say, how many of them are there?!"

But the frightened Count Braha could not utter a word, only trembled.

"Duke, we need to retreat from here!"

Count Eckert threw him directly to the ground, and suddenly looked back at Loren, his eyes solemn: "This is an unconcealed prairie! If we can't return to the fortress of Hopehorn before midnight, and the center of the road is blocked by tens of thousands of centaurs, then we will ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the dull sound of the horn had suddenly sounded!