Chapter 64 of the Knights of Louis

In a conference room of the utmost luxury, the Marquis of Bertrand, the owner of the main city of St. Anneina, stood with a gloomy face. The Marquis did not speak, nor did he express any obvious anger at the state of battle, he simply stood and pondered in silence.

But those who know him well know that he will definitely not be a gentle person, especially now that the Kingdom of the Dead has arrived in the city of St. Ann Ina in six days, and the Marquis who is known as the Farberg Fierce Dog by the whole kingdom, it is impossible for him to be as calm as he looks.

Slowly, a palpitating silence stretched firmly through the room.

Soon, the Marquis of Bertrand, who had been silent, looked up and glanced at him, and in his eyes, about half of these men who were qualified to sit with him on military affairs would be secretly executed by him at the end of the war—of course, they would not die in the war in the first place.

Struggling to restrain his anger, which was on the verge of exploding, the Marquis of Bertrand took a deep breath, knowing that now was not the time to roar and show his anger, at least not until he dealt with the damned undead.

As a man who climbed from the lower nobility to the position of marquis, the Marquis Bertrand knew that when you want others to serve you and be loyal to you like dogs, the first thing you have to do is not to treat them as dogs.

Because as long as they can give their subordinates what they desire, then they will definitely be more like a dog than they imagined.

You know, he is not so good-looking that he was even rated by the bard as "the ugliest boy in the area", he may not be smart enough, he does not understand the too profound techniques of employing people in the book, and he does not have the scheming to make people voluntarily submit. But in this way, he has always been highly regarded in the kingdom, precisely because he knows the distinction between "man and dog".

It is precisely because of this that he has never been short of available people from when he was a low-ranking nobleman to the Marquis of Bertrand who now sits in the main city.

Sitting back on the luxurious ivory throne that symbolized the lord of the city of St. Annina, the Marquis Bertrand narrowed his eyes and leaned slightly on the soft back of his chair, exuding a crude killing intent that had been fought for a long time - he rarely showed this feeling in front of his men, but in the last few days and nights, his killing intent has always been inadvertently emanated.

His right hand held the knight's sword standing next to the chair, and his left elbow rested on the chair arm of the ivory throne inlaid with white hedrons, gently supporting his tilted head, a mixture of killing intent and laziness, compared to the Faberg fierce dogs that spread up and down the kingdom, at this time, he was more like a half-asleep fierce lion.

At this moment, the fiery red eyes inherited from the northwestern tribe of the Faberg Kingdom gradually became deep, and Marquis Bertrand stared at the war sand table in front of him without blinking, his expression was focused and serious, as if in his mind, he was deducing the other party's next direction.

Occasionally, his body makes small gestures, such as lowering his hand and tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair, or closing his eyes slightly to rest and then making a heavy exhalation.

In the eyes of the Marquis Bertrand, the invasion of the realm of the dead was a war of speed and warfare, first crossing from the sea of trees to Guò without any attrition, and then teaching the nearby defenders a shocking lesson in the cost of life with new weapons and new tactics.

As for the aliens who were defeated by self-righteousness, the Marquis of Bertrand did not bother to pay attention to them at all.

After completing the first stage of the raid, the elite troops of the realm of the dead quickly crossed the mountainous terrain and obstacles under the cover of darkness and the help of strangely high mobility before the defending army could react.

When the mission of the elite troops was successful, more units entered the Orthodox Cross Diocese through the breach in the sea of trees, and those elite units and assault units began to destroy the nearby baron's defensive strongholds, and began to somehow expand the entrance to the sea of trees as a bridgehead for the invasion.

Then the heavy combat units burst in a straight line under the path of the elite troops, piercing into the territory of the barons like spears. What he cared about was the mysterious weapon that could constantly cover the bombing attack from the sky. You know, if it weren't for this weapon that continued to soften the resistance of the defensive strongholds, it would have been impossible for the Undead Realm to break through in a straight line so quickly in the line of thousands of soldiers.

It's just that compared to the weapon he cared about, the next situation was the one that puzzled the Marquis of Bertrand the most.

You know, those heavy combat units scattered directly after the breakthrough, not only avoiding the assembly points of their troops, but even deliberately staggering their fortified positions. Elite troops, on the other hand, accurately swept the defenders' supply points, disrupted roads for horses to run, and always found the location of ambushes and supply units before attacking.

At this point in the war, according to the information sent back by the light cavalry, the Undead Realm did not intend to regroup its army after the battle, but instead had heavy combat units at the spearhead, quickly penetrating deep into his territory at almost impossible speeds, leaving only ordinary troops in the rear to sweep the defensive strongholds that were still trying to resist.

Judging by the results, some people may think that this is a combat plan that is not too difficult. However, judging from the 25 years of the Marquis Bertrand's military career, this kind of battle plan, which is not difficult or perfect, is the most suitable and difficult to accurately predict the possible future blitzkrieg, and it is also because of this that the blitzkrieg is one of the tactics that most tests the commander's on-the-spot command.

And such a swift way of fighting even reminded him for a moment of the hound's Rommet, who disappeared many years ago. After all, as long as you talk about the people who are the best at mobile warfare in the Orthodox Cross Diocese, even if the names are different, all those who have learned about the military affairs of the Orthodox Cross Diocese will definitely have the name of Romet in their minds.

However, even if the commander was Rommette or his equal, in six days he had wiped out all nine of his barons' army, and the Marquis of Bertrand saw danger that should not be underestimated. However, just as he chose to support one of his successors to become king of the kingdom, this time was a dangerous but also an opportunity to soar.

And when he was able to soar to become the Marquis of Bertrand, he also believed that many years later, he Marquis Bertrand also had the opportunity to become a hero of the kingdom, not just a Faberg fierce dog.

At this moment, the man who had been sitting at the long table of the meeting suddenly stood up. Following the man's footsteps, the plate metal armor on his body made a screeching sound, which made everyone present frown, but they didn't dare to attack because of the presence of the marquis.

What's more, they're waiting to see what's next.

I saw the man bend down to Bertrand, his right arm pressed tightly against the old but still shiny breastplate, and said sternly: "Lord Marquis, my brother and I are willing to keep you out of the city. ”

"Louie, get flat." Bertrand observed the man curiously, knowing that although he had been invited to become a member of the staff officer, this did not mean that he was quite familiar with this man. On the contrary, of the dozens of staff officers present, basically a quarter of them knew only a little about the other party's deeds, and he still had some doubts about the other party's true ability.

Therefore, Bertrand still sat in his seat, holding his head in one hand, and asked calmly: "Louis, you took the initiative to ask for battle, and your courage is extraordinary...... Well, tell me what do you need me to give you? ”

"Back to my lord, I only need the best armor and the best sword to arm my brother." Louis, who was accurately called by Bertrand's name, had a surprise in his eyes, and he straightened his back and stood straight, looking directly at the Marquis Bertrand with a pair of determined sea-blue eyes.

Squinting at Louis, Bertrand immediately waved to the gray-haired butler behind him. After whispering in the butler's ear, he said to Louis, "Take your men, and Roboke will take you to my arsenal." ”

"How much?" Louis asked cautiously.

Bertrand didn't respond, he just waved his hand and asked the butler, who was standing like a stone sculpture behind him, to lead Louis in the way.

In front of and behind the door of the conference room, Louie, who still seemed to be a little incredulous, suddenly stopped. He turned, bowed his head to Bertrand, who was still motionless, and shouted in a voice that he considered to be the strictest in his life:

"The city of Santa Anina, the Knights of Louis, no return!"