Two days later.

Outside a tulip border town, Zheng Ming stood on a cliff overlooking the battlefield that had just ended below, and behind him a cavalry guard reported the news.

In the past two days, Zheng Ming led his troops to the battlefields around Cersoburg to support, but what Zheng Ming didn't expect was that when he arrived, the battle there was over.

This is the fourth place they have arrived in the past two days.

Similarly, by the time he arrived with his troops, the battle had come to an end. The local defenders had just repelled the Dornite army and were celebrating with joy.

Hearing the report from the spies dispatched, Zheng Ming's face became even more puzzled, he looked at the corpses left behind after the battle below, and after releasing a few clones according to the usual practice, he led the army to the town below the mountain.

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The commander of the defenders here is a middle-aged man with a big belly and full of fat. His name was Viscount Cerf, and he was also a nobleman of the Tulip family. Just looking at his delicate and fair skin and smoky figure, you can see that he pays great attention to maintenance on weekdays.

However, these images look out of place on the battlefield full of blood and stumps.

Looking at the tulip nobleman in front of him, who was dressed in cumbersome and luxurious aristocratic costumes, proudly boasting about his achievements, and recalling the casually dressed and sweaty Jayland when he first entered Cersoburg, Zheng Ming couldn't help but sigh.

The same commander who guards the border, and the same nobleman of the Tulip family, there is such a huge difference.

When Zheng Ming slandered in his heart, the fat aristocrat boasted about his deeds. He was already short of words, and after rolling his eyes, he began to laugh and introduce the amusement facilities in the town.

It's nothing more than beautiful women, good wine, and so-called delicacies.

However, what surprised Zheng Ming was that the person in front of him did not forget to be in the battlefield, and brought the glamorous dancing girls he collected from all over the world.

With his introduction, Zheng Ming rang out the corpses of countless Celtic soldiers he had seen along the way, and his face became more and more difficult to look at.

The bones of the soldiers are not cold, the song and dance in the city ascend to heaven, the front line bravely kills the enemy, and the city is full of wine.

From his narrative, Zheng Ming also deduced that the person in front of him was a mediocre talent, and the victory in the battle seemed to have little to do with him.

Just when Zheng Ming was about to hold back the killing intent in his heart, and wanted to slaughter the waste in front of him with a sword, the door was pushed open.

A plainly dressed but unusually neat-looking young man walked in with a bloodied and mutilated wounded man.

"Garrel, what's going on? Who's next to you? ”

After the young man entered the house, he casually glanced at Zheng Ming and the fat nobleman. After a knightly salute, he opened his mouth to explain.

"Your Excellency. The soldier beside me is said to be the late Viscount Serev. After being defeated by the Dorn, he wandered there, and in recent days was rescued by Lancelot, who had rushed to expel the Dorn, and joined his ranks. I have already checked my identity, and it is indeed a person from the territory of Viscount Serev. ”

"Oh, isn't it just a deserter. If you want to kill, you can be rewarded for your own ideas. ”

Hearing Sef's stupid speech, Zheng Ming frowned.

Didn't he understand the information revealed by the young man named Garrell? A deserter turned an outcast, and was taken in by Lancelot, who arrived at him. This is easy to understand, after all, it is the territory of the royal capital for countless years, and in a short period of time, it is impossible for the Dornites who only know that they are plundering to win the hearts of the people. As long as these loose sand are gathered, you can also travel a lot of combat power.

But why did the troops recruited by Lancelot appear here covered in blood? That's the point.

Cerf really didn't pay much attention to Garrell's report, at this time his mind was full of sweet wine and hot delicate body, as for these trivial matters, the young man in front of him has always been responsible. So after being disturbed, his face showed an unhappy look.

Garrell knew better than anyone what his nominal boss was. So he hurriedly explained with a wry smile: "My lord, please be patient. The news he brought was not a trivial matter, and he did not dare to make arbitrary judgments lightly. That's why I'm here to ask for advice. I believe that with your wisdom, you should be able to make a judgment smoothly. ”

After speaking, he glanced vaguely at Zheng Ming, who was sitting next to Cerf. After being noticed by Zheng Ming, he quickly lowered his head.

As for Cerf, after being slapped lightly and severely, the unhappiness on his face eased.

"Then it can't be helped. Say it, soldier. What's going on? ”

It was only then that the wounded soldier coughed lightly and recounted what had happened in a hoarse voice.

As the soldier narrated, the faces of everyone present gradually became solemn, and the atmosphere became more and more heavy.

According to him, Lancelot was invincible after absorbing the local forces. Soon rushed into the heart of the lost territory. When he divided his troops and marched in unison to the surroundings, trying to regain the lost territory as soon as possible, he was ambushed.

Now it's trapped in a castle. Luckily, the castle is sturdy and easy to defend and difficult to attack, so it should last a long time. As for this soldier, he was sent to break through the siege and seek reinforcements.

After fighting all the way and covering with the cover of his comrades, the soldier finally arrived here, but his team was also killed and wounded, and he was the only one left.

The soldier's narration skills are very high, and under his narration, the information that can be concise in just a few words becomes a battlefield story that can be sung and cried. However, unlike Zheng Ming, who only focused on intelligence, the nobles present were even more satisfied.

The eloquent narration and the storytelling made the hearts of the nobles present fluctuate. Zheng Ming even saw the unfinished look on Viscount Cerf's face after the soldier finished speaking.

"Oh, what a battlefield friendship. I understand your hardships. I give you two silver coins, go down and receive your reward. ”

Cerf looked at the wounded soldier who thanked him excitedly and finally left with the support of his attendants, and nodded with satisfaction. Then he looked at Garrell below, who was standing in place and waiting quietly.

"Garrell, what's so hard to choose? Lancelot was sent by the king to wish only for us, and he is still my brother. I order you to gather your soldiers at once and go for reinforcements as soon as possible. ”

"But my lord. What if I lead troops to support? ”

"I'm in charge, what are you afraid of? It's good that you keep half of your troops. That's it. ”

After showing that he thought he had made a decisive move, Cerf turned his head to look at Zheng Ming, who was touching his chin and pondering, and asked, "Lord Shadow of the Throne, I wonder what you and your Guards Knight have planned?" ”

Zheng Ming, who was thinking about the doubts in the story, raised his head when he heard the words. showed a strange and puzzled look, and said casually: "I~ Of course, I have to go with me to support." I'd like to see what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd! ”

Cerf didn't understand Zheng Ming's last whisper. Still, he put on a look that I understood, and nodded with a smirk.