Garrell is a man of great measure.

Not long after receiving Cerf's orders, he gathered all the cavalry in the town and prepared to set out.

He left the majority of the infantry to defend the city, and after giving an explanation, he led the army out of the city.

As for Zheng Ming, he took advantage of this time to write a letter and handed him over to the young soldier who looked like a white bear.

"Locke, you rush to the royal capital as soon as possible with this letter, and be sure to hand it over to the king in person. The letter has my unique mark, and no one should stop you. ”

Seeing that Locke was just staring at the lifelike Black Lotus mark on the letter and didn't answer for a long time, Zheng Ming didn't know the dissatisfaction in his heart, so he had to explain a few more words.

"Don't underestimate this errand. I deliberately asked you to come from Jaylander, not because of the lack of soldiers, but because I value you. It is possible that the information transmitted this time is important information that will determine the direction of the war, so I specially handed it over to you. And this is a good errand to be able to meet the king directly, and such an opportunity is rare. ”

The first part may be a half-truth and half-truth, but the rest is the truth. He really had the intention of promoting the man in front of him, and wanted to take this opportunity to introduce Arthur.

"I see. Thank you for your trust. I will not disappoint you. Unless I die, I promise to deliver the letter as soon as possible. ”

Locke was very simple, and quickly showed a grateful look under Zheng Ming's words, and after making a sincere and simple guarantee, he quickly left.

"What is this?"

Garrell on the side watched all this in his eyes. He looked at Locke, who was gone, and couldn't help but ask.

"Letter for help."

Seeing that Zheng Ming didn't want to talk more after spitting out a word dryly, Jia Rell didn't ask much with a thoughtful expression.

The troops, all composed of knights, galloped towards the castle where Lancelot and others were trapped in the intelligence.

Along the way, everyone hurried in a muffled manner, except for the neighing of horses and the sound of iron hooves.

Zheng Ming, who rushed to the front in the lead, was thinking about the information conveyed by the wounded soldier before.

Among them, there are several doubts that Zheng Ming is very concerned about.

First of all, why did Lancelot divide his troops? In order to regain lost ground as soon as possible? Zheng Ming scoffed at this statement.

Just those wine bags and rice bags? Lancelot is relieved that it is strange to let them leave alone, and to be broken one by one!

The only thing he could think of was that because of the disagreement between the nobles and the lord's groups everywhere. It could be because of the exploits, or maybe there was some new dispute, who knows?

However, Lancelot himself is from the tulip family, one of the nine families, and is now thriving in the royal capital. It's too late for others to stutter, how can there be conflicts? Or even so serious that it is necessary to divide the troops? With Lancelot's growing influence and control before Zheng Ming left, he really felt unlikely.

Even if something miraculous had happened that had caused the above to happen, it would have been suspicious to send a newly incorporated native soldier for interrogation during the siege. If it was him Zheng Ming, in this case, would he prefer to believe in his cronies or the defeated soldiers who had just experienced a rout and had been away for a long time? The answer is self-explanatory.

Although the identity of that soldier seems to be true, it only means that he is indeed a soldier in the Lost Lands.

However, even though he knew that there were many suspicions, Zheng Ming still had to go to support. Although not all of the troops supported this time, it was not a lot. If it is really besieged in a town and suffers heavy losses, it is no less than a heavy blow to the kingdom.

What's more, Lancelot was also there. Ten years of getting along with each other was enough for him to let go of his original prejudices and had to pinch his nose and admit the identity of the other party's friend.

Therefore, in this situation, Zheng Ming can only believe that he has it rather than believe that he does not have it. The only thing he seemed to be able to do was to leave some way back and ask for support before rushing to the ground. And prayed that he didn't think much about it.

Along the way, after annihilating several squads of Dornites who were wandering outside, they broke through the symbolic resistance of the Dornites and rushed to a few miles outside the town in the information without any danger.

"The resistance of the Dornians is too weak. It's kind of weird. Don't let your guard down. ”

Garrell was about to order the cavalry after a short break to rush to their destination in one go, when they heard Zheng Ming's whispered reminder and paused.

"I also think it's a bit strange how the Dornes have been behaving lately. We could only defend the city gates in various parts of the country that were fighting before, and suddenly we withdrew our troops. Probably to encircle and suppress Lord Lancelot's troops. ”

Zheng Ming recalls his time at Certhorborg, when Lancelot didn't lead his army to attack, but the Dornites still drained most of the elite. He faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, so he didn't pick out Jia Reel's misunderstanding, but after reminding him again of "be careful", he led the guards cavalry to rush out first.

There is no imaginary ambush!

There are no tragic fights!

There is not even a siege of the army of the Dornes!

When they arrived, there was a sign of peace and joy. After being recognized by the patrols on guard, Zheng Ming was led into the city unusually smoothly.

The streets are marked by looting, but they have almost been cleaned up. The faces of the patrols roaming the city were full of joy after victory, and there was no sign of being ambushed.

Seeing all this, Zheng Ming and Jia Rell glanced at each other. Both sides could see the uneasiness on each other's faces as Tie Qing.

Soon Zheng Ming and Jia Rell were led to the City Lord's Mansion. The Lord's Mansion was empty, with occasional traces of some of the burns.

As they stepped through the thick wooden door, led by the soldiers, they heard laughter from the hall.

Step into the lobby.

In the intelligence, the local nobles who divided their troops gathered here one by one. It was clear that they were having a banquet celebrating their victory, and their cheeks were red and their eyes were drunk. The hall was filled with the smell of meat.

Fortunately, Lancelot, who was sitting on the throne, although his cheeks were red under the influence of alcohol, his years of self-discipline kept him awake.

He saw the two men walking into the hall, shook the wine glass in his hand, and opened his mouth to welcome him.

"Naru, you're here? What about those battlefields? ”

"The Dornes have basically been repelled now."

“em…… This is unexpectedly good news. Who is this? ”

Seeing Lancelot looking at him, Garrell gave a knightly salute unhurriedly, and then introduced himself.

"Lord Lancelot, first meeting. My name is Garrell, and I am Viscount Cerf's staff officer and chief of the guard. ”

"Oh, you're Garrell. When I was corresponding, I was talking to Cousin Cerf about you. ”

While they were still greeting, a drunken and hazy aristocrat staggered up from his seat. As he stumbled as he stood up on his desk, the silver flask and glass on it were scattered to the floor.

"Yo? Isn't this Shadow of the Throne? Didn't you go to support other battlefields? How did you get here now? Don't come here to get a piece of the pie because you heard the news of our big victory? Have the other battlefields defeated the Dorn? I didn't expect you to move so quickly, and you can rush to support so many battlefields in such a short time. This is something that our group of slow and leisurely old soldiers can't learn by playing. Ha ha. ”

If the previous smashing of glasses only attracted the attention of some people, then his strange tone full of irony immediately attracted everyone's attention.

After Lancelot saw this, some of the local nobles present took advantage of the wine to coax and ridicule, some watched coldly, and some watched the play with interest. Suddenly frowned unhappily. secretly sighed that his control was still not in place.

Just as he was about to say something to ease the atmosphere and play a round, Zheng Ming made a speech that he didn't expect.

"You're wrong. I couldn't help much. By the time I arrived with my troops, most of the battlefield had already repelled the Dornish. In some cases, the fighting was over a few days before I arrived. ”

"Haha. You see, regret it, right? What did you say at the time? Support the neighborhood first, gather troops? Thankfully, we made the right judgment at the time. What are you doing now? Do you want to drink the soup? ”

In the sneering laughter one after another, Lancelot, who heard the meaning of Zheng Ming's words, gradually dissipated the smile on his face, revealing a solemn look.

I only heard Zheng Ming's flat voice continue to come.

"What am I here for? Because we received information that a wounded soldier was 'desperately' sent back. Say that you have divided your forces and marched forward, and they have been surrounded by the army of the Dorn. That's why I'm here. Even if you're a bunch of drunken junks surrounded by enemy troops, you're Arthur's subjects! Obviously, I was tricked. Stepping into a trap. ”

Zheng Ming's heart was already full of anger, although he forced it and didn't show it, he still inevitably showed clues in his words. So much so that he never called Arthur by his name outside but was called a king, subconsciously used the familiar title on weekdays, but he never noticed it.

Lancelot was the first to notice something wrong. To go out and be commensurate with the king in order to maintain the prestige of the king, he proposed to Zheng Ming. So he quickly sensed Zheng Ming's anger at this time.

And everyone present, although they couldn't see Zheng Ming's danger at this time like Lancelot, the trap he said still dispersed most of their drunkenness.

"No, it can't be, right? You know, we've annihilated a lot of Dornites along the way. Is it necessary for them to pay the lives of thousands of soldiers, at such a great price, and do they not know the trap? Don't talk nonsense because you can't get off the stage, right? ”

"Boom."

The black flames on Zheng Ming's body suddenly rose as if they were irrepressible, sending out layers of heat waves. A pair of indifferent eyes under him were cast on the nobleman who had spoken before like ants.

"Alright. Now is not the time for infighting. Quickly, all go to restrain the subordinates and soldiers. Then come back and assemble for a combat meeting. You have to do it in a quarter of an hour. Overdue will be dealt with strictly. Someone came and brought a topographical map of the neighborhood and a map of the distribution of towns. ”

Lancelot showed his stern side as a commander-in-chief, and under his razor-sharp gaze, everyone jumped from their seats. Stumbling out.

And Zheng Ming also put away the uncontrollable demonic flames on his body because of his killing intent and anger. He glanced at Lancelot, who was sitting back in his seat, brooding on his forehead. Shi Shiran walked to a seat and sat down. Unceremoniously kicked the flask on the table and put his legs up.

Garrell, who was still standing in place, looked at Lancelot and then at Zheng Ming. Feeling the wordless pressure in this silence, a hint of thoughtfulness flashed in his eyes.