Almost at the same time as the declaration of war was announced, the expeditionary force of Saint-El marched to the kingdom of Dentonlon, where it gathered nearly 200,000 troops, and began to march on the 12th of Norserem one after another. [No pop-ups.]

As early as a few months ago, Alexander plundered back a large amount of wealth from the free city-states, and used this money to buy a large number of food and weapons, and no longer had the dilemma of food scarcity in the past, so he was able to gather so many troops for a while, but because of this, the old king realized that the fate of the kingdom was controlled in the hands of North Selen, as long as the trade route was cut off, everything would be in vain, and even if the diocese of Saint-El could win in the future, after all, the kingdom was still closer to Bethlehem, so who would have more control over North Cerlen at that time could not be judged at this time, but about thisSaint-El apparently knew it.

During the march, the generals of Dentonlun and the priests of Saint-El gathered around a map to discuss the next attack.

Dentonlon's general, Sfenok, was a tall man with a thick beard on his chin, and he had been the one who had been in charge of stabilizing the situation since Alexander left the army, because he was able to take on the task in terms of his ability to march and experience, but the only drawback was that he did not perform as much feats as Alexander, nor did he bring many riches to the soldiers like the latter, and his prestige was slightly inferior. Therefore, in this expedition, he secretly promised the small and medium-sized officers that he would allow the plunder for three days after the capture of Beiseleng before he was able to temporarily control the entire army.

"If they hide in the city, it will be very difficult for us. An officer said worriedly.

"Nope. I don't think so. General Sfenok shook his head and said, "Although the walls of Beiselen are tall, their main Templar swordsmen are better at fighting in formations than holding on to the attack. This can be seen from the situation of their battle with the orcs that day, even in the case of an absolute disadvantage in the army, they will seek the opportunity to go out of the city for a decisive battle, and if we successfully advance to the city of Beiselen and encircle it, it means that their access to the free city-states will be cut off by us, and they will never sit idly by and watch such a situation happen, so I dare to conclude that this time they will also go out of the city to meet the enemy!"

"And where is the location?" muttered a young officer. Eyes wander the map.

"Here!" the general's adjutant stepped forward and nodded vigorously in one place, and said confidently, "This is a branch of the Shahong River, according to the scouts, a month ago, Beiselen sent many slaves here to open the river. and built simple fortifications. I expected that their original purpose was to prevent the barbarian tribes from disrupting the trade routes, but now it is definitely the first line of defense to stop us. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the tent was lifted. A handsome and somewhat weak young man walked in from outside, he let out an "ah" and said with some embarrassment: "Ladies and gentlemen, I, am I late?"

General Sfenok glanced at it lightly and said, "It's okay, the army has worked hard all the way, and His Royal Highness the Prince should have a good rest." Take care of yourself. Don't worry about these marches and battles. ”

The young man was Alexander's younger brother Philipis, who had been placed as his successor after the former had fled from Dentonlun. However, his temperament is more suitable for the aristocratic place of Fengyue, rather than in this kind of military tent filled with the smell of horse manure and sweat.

Sure enough, after a while, although the young man did not show obvious disgust, his delicate and precious nose still wrinkled, as if he was afraid that the olfactory system inside would be destroyed by this smell, and raised his hand to try to drive it away, but he obviously thought of something, so he hurriedly put it down when he made this action, and smiled wryly, but even this embarrassed expression was still full of the reserved demeanor of the upper nobles. *

General Sfenok apparently didn't care about this, because the prince's temperament was incompatible with the environment, so he didn't see him as a member of his own territory, but only as a representative of a faction of the regime.

He casually beckoned a squire, brought a rudimentary stool, handed it to Philippis, and then pointed to the map, "Let's continue." ”

The adjutant glanced at the young prince casually, the contempt in his eyes flashed, and he deliberately said loudly: "Half a year ago, we followed Prince Alexander on the expedition to the free city-state, and then reached Northern Tseren, and at that time our subordinates noticed that the left flank of this stronghold was protected by a simple fortress, and there was no place to climb behind, and the front was a river as the general said, although it was not open, but the current was turbulent, and it was not suitable for a strong attack. He drew a circle around one place on the map and said, "This place can be advanced or retreated, and it can form a striking force at any time." ”

The general groaned for a moment and said, "In other words, here, you can't get around." ”

"That's right, General," the adjutant nodded, "and if we don't take this place, we will be able to give our rear flank to the enemy, and we will not be able to avoid it, and we must take it, but after passing here, Beiseer will have no more ground to rely on except the city walls." [Looking for the latest chapters?*"

"I didn't expect such a stronghold to exist on the plain," Sfenok nodded, he waved his hand indifferently, and said, "A little trouble, you guys come up with a plan, I need to see it tomorrow." ”

Then he stood up and wanted to declare the end of the military council, but when he saw that Philippis was still standing aside, he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Your Royal Highness, do you think this arrangement is okay?"

Philippis has been watching as if he didn't understand, they didn't ask for his opinion when they said anything, before coming here, the old king had told him not to meddle in the military strategy, just watch and listen, the other party obviously got such an explanation, so the last sentence was obviously to take care of his identity and emotions, he nodded, smiled very elegantly and said: "The general has a plan, and he must have been prepared for this war." ”

Sfenok nodded expressionlessly, then walked out through the tent, and the generals behind him walked out one by one, and no one looked at the noble prince.

Although Philippis had shown enough humility and generosity, he still felt resentful of the feeling of being despised by him, especially for a man like him who thought that he was not good in any way, and when everyone was gone, he walked to the map in hatred, looked at the rudimentary labels and the scribbled marks, and snorted disdainfully, "It's just a bunch of muscular hillbillies." ”

At the same time, Beiselen was also making preparations, but there were many voices from the business community who were resistant to the war.

"My lord, my spy has discovered that the Free City-State has recently moved its armies frequently, and is approaching the Great Wall of Somad, and my caravan has been expelled. A nobleman threw the parchment letter on the table in a fit of rage, his face shaking with his fat on his face.

"What are they going to do? What do they want to do? Your Excellency, we must not let go of these capricious villains. The other nobleman showed a proper amount of anger, and then cautiously suggested to Luo Lan: "Your Excellency, do you see if there is a possibility of peace talks with the diocese of Saint-Eyre? ”

"Yes, if we win against them, we will not have a small trouble in the future, and it will affect our business. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, please be clear. ”

There was a commotion in the hall, but most of them were nobles and slave owners, and none of the priests such as Rust Priest said a word.

At the end of the long conference table, Luo Lan had been silent, but at this time his head was slightly raised, as if he had something to say, but with this one action, the originally chaotic sound naturally stopped, and everyone looked at him, and for a while, the needles in the hall could be heard.

Luo Lan looked at Mrs. Belinda, who was sitting in the third place on the right, and said slowly: "Sacrifice Belinda, what do you think of your suggestions?"

A relaxed smile appeared on Belinda's charming face, she combed her soft hair, and said, "I don't think this matter is a matter of concern at all,"

Luo Lan glanced at the nobles before saying, "What is the reason?"

Mrs. Belinda smiled slightly and said, " Although it seems that the Diocese of Shengsheng is outnumbered this time, in terms of strength, it may not be comparable to the orc army that invaded Beiselen for the first time, and that time we were able to inflict heavy losses on the enemy army when we were completely unprepared and scarce in numbers, not to mention that this time we were well prepared, and in terms of armament and numbers, we were also a big victory in the past, which the cunning old guys of the free city-states could naturally see clearly, so I think these small actions are just the self-righteous actions of some small merchants and nobles, but the Ruling Alliance is also happy to see this, and wants to test our reaction, in factThey will not dare to act rashly until we and the diocese of Saint-Ère have really decided the winner, so the key is whether we can win this war. ”

Although these words are well-founded, the silence that follows shows the attitude of these people.

Luo Lan said in a deep voice: "How far are we from the alliance of Saint-El and Dentonlun?"

Xi Jiesi, who was standing behind her, spoke: "The coalition forces are mainly infantry, and if you look at it under normal circumstances, there should be fifteen days to go. ”

"Well," Luo Lan nodded, and then said to everyone with a smile: "I know what you are worried about, you are worried, if the war is fought for a month or a few months, it will greatly reduce the wealth you should have obtained, but please rest assured, only your wealth can bring prosperity to Beiselen, but time will definitely not drag on for so long......"

He stretched out a hand and said slowly: "Five days, I promise to end this war in five days." ”

PS: Tomorrow the show will begin.

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