The three-day march was a source of misery for the untrained Coalition soldiers, most of whom were at best militiamen, and only when the battle took place, were they temporarily called up by the lord to take their own weapons and equipment into battle, and more often than not, peasants in the fields or craftsmen in the towns.

Their physical fitness is very average, and there is no training and cooperation at all, if they really want to compare, they are a little better than the serfs of "Zandres City", and their combat effectiveness and discipline can be imagined.

So after a simple dinner, all of them waited for a good night's sleep.

Tomorrow is the main event, no one wants to go to the battlefield listlessly, and then a negligence, losing the ground is their own life.

Unfortunately, it backfired, and this basic wish could not be satisfied.

After drawing lots to determine the order of tomorrow's battle, Havelock ordered that all but one of the hapless lords who had been drawn to take the lead must divide his men into three shifts and take turns keeping vigil.

In addition, not only must there be sufficient manpower to be on guard, but other sleeping people must also wear coats and carry weapons, and if there is an abnormal situation, they must react immediately and enter the battle.

After dealing with the greenskins for so many years, Havelock clearly knew that he must not underestimate this group of green mushrooms, don't look at them as savage and primitive, in fact, they are by no means simple-minded, stupid creatures with developed limbs, and those who despise them are already a man tall in the grave grass.

Especially tonight, it is the most likely to be attacked.

Everyone has just arrived at the destination, more or less unconsciously relax their tense nerves, in case they are unprepared, let the green skin rush over in the dark, afraid that all the work will be wasted.

So even if several coalition leaders or lords led by Papin spoke out against it, Harvard Locke still insisted that he would not allow any accidents, even in the eyes of most people, these arrangements were purely superfluous, and would even affect everyone's performance tomorrow.

But the "skinner" was unmoved, saying only that he would arrange for his heavy infantry to patrol the outskirts of the camp and take on the hardest and most dangerous tasks.

On the one hand, he is leading by example, so as not to be crooked by others, and on the other hand, he would rather work a little hard under his own hands than worry about leaving such an important matter to others.

Anyway, in just three days, three days at most, the fortress will have a new owner.

Before this, it was useless for anyone to say, he would always maintain such vigilance intensity.

In the end, with his own prestige, Havlock forced the new order to pass on the new order.

Complaints suddenly spread outside the tent, almost everyone was very dissatisfied with this decision, in their opinion, there were so many people in themselves, it would be good if the green mushroom was not scared to abandon the city and flee, how could they dare to take the initiative to come out and send them to death.

The "skinner" had already guessed that there would be such an outcome, and his method of dealing with it was very simple, he called the guards out, grabbed the two loudest ones, cut off their heads, hung them at the door of the tent, and the complaints disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The lords and officers in the tent looked at each other, they didn't expect that for so many years, the lord of the "Arsenal Fort", who had always been very low-key, would suddenly become so arrogant, the key is to be reasonable, everyone didn't know what to do at once, so they could only endure it silently, and the lords whose heads were cut off could only secretly remember this humiliation.

The meeting ended in such a strange atmosphere, everyone had different looks on their faces, and they all had their own little calculations in their hearts, and there were many people waiting to see the good performance of the temporary commander.

Just as everyone was leaving the tent one after another, Havelock suddenly spoke:

"Lord Fitandila, please stay! I have something to tell you. ”

Papan, who was about to step out of the tent, paused, a playful look in his eyes, and left, leaving only Fitandila alone.

Lonely men and widows live in the same room.

After changing into a new plate armor from the Empire, the burly figure of the "Skinner" looked even more powerful, but when facing the beautiful female city lord, there was a smile on his bearded face.

It's completely different from the previous domineering and domineering appearance.

Havelock didn't mean to show favor to the other party, because this woman was the only lord who spoke out to support him just now, which made him feel like he had met a confidant, and his originally irritable mood calmed down a lot.

It shows that there is nothing wrong with his vision of people.

This also made him too lazy to care about the strange eyes of other people, so he took the initiative to speak up, leaving the female city lord behind and chatting privately, and it just so happened that he also had something to ask the other party.

The two exchanged a few words of greeting, and Fitandila briefly described what she had seen and heard in the Empire, saying that she had been to the Witch Hunter Headquarters and the Empire State Building, and was now nominally a member of the Empire, and everything was going well, and then praised the prosperity and richness of the Empire by the way.

Naturally, Havelock was very happy when he heard this, but to his slight disappointment, the Arabi woman was still the same as before, acting neither close nor cold, in her own words, because she was a little tired from running all day today.

Havelock was very gentlemanly and understanding, and then told her that the most comfortable tent had been arranged for her and her men, and that they would not have to keep vigil tonight, and that they could rest well.

His intention is also obvious, that is, he wants the other party to know that he is not a stereotypical person.

"Also, call me Mir in the future, don't be so polite."

Without a trace, he patted Fitandila on the shoulder as a gesture of closeness.

The latter nodded, revealing a slightly stiff smile.

In Havelock's eyes, it became a sign of shyness.

He loved the feeling, it was a taste of youth that he hadn't had in years.

As I said before, he is not a person in a hurry, and it seems to him that the prey has fallen into the trap and it is only a matter of time before he catches her heart.

So he changed his words and suddenly asked:

"By the way, I've heard that Fetenburg is often haunted by greenskins?"

Fitandila's wheat-colored face suddenly became gloomy, and her tone became a little excited.

"Haunted? Before my father died, many caravans passed by the green mushrooms and suffered heavy losses, and I was going to go to them after a while to settle the score! ”

Havelock reached out and stroked his thick beard, and continued:

"Oh? But how did I hear about the war with Zareth that these green mushrooms were also involved? ”

Fitandila was shocked, and sure enough, she came, but there was nothing unusual on her face, only a voice that grew angry.

"Yes, if they hadn't caused trouble, we would have driven the Zathreis out long ago, and it's because of those green mushrooms that are chopping and killing everywhere that we have so many dead and wounded, and my father won't be ...... in the end So Viscount Havelock, please make sure to arrange for us to fight this time, I want to avenge my father! ”

Havelock didn't know that she had already discussed the war with the stone, and if anyone asked, she would answer it like this, and by the way, hide the betrayal of Egreem, so as to avoid getting into trouble with the Empire in the future.

Hearing her say so decisively, the "skinner" did not continue to ask, he had also heard some rumors before, and wanted to confirm them, but finally comforted:

"Don't worry, the City Lord Matthew is also the person I respect the most, and we will definitely make them pay!"

He then asked about the situation of "Fetaburg", and said that when the war was over, he could send people to help exterminate the greenskin bandits if necessary.

Fitandila naturally agreed with a happy face, and then offered to go back to rest and prepare for tomorrow's battle.

Havelock is the same, he thinks he has obtained what he wants, and he also feels that the beauty in front of him is stable, and he is in a good mood.

Just wait for the Greenskin Fortress in front of him to be captured, and any of his things will be successfully completed, and he can think about his own affairs.