Unlike the slightly dimly lit interior corridor, the lighting conditions in the war room are obviously much better. Through a row of expensive double-glazed floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunlight from the outside can lightly fill the entire hall, making the interior appear clear and bright. At the same time, the specially customized dark brown window surface can completely eliminate the view of the outside world, fully ensuring the confidentiality of the interior of the war room.

At this moment, in the center of the hall, five weather-covered wolf cavalrymen were kneeling on one knee. The sun shone on these werewolves, dragging out five dim backs, looking tired and restless. At the intersection of the backs, a middle-aged werewolf in a purple silk robe was staring at a giant map on the wall of the hall on the other side, silent.

Seeing the middle-aged werewolf, Catherine immediately stepped forward quickly, came to his side and bowed deeply: "Father." ”

"Well, you're back. The mission of the temple is still smooth? Duke Midamoa turned his head and smiled kindly at his eldest daughter, who was almost as tall as himself.

"Yes, a qiēshun lì." The werewolf nodded, her gaze slightly downward.

"Are there any eye-catching officers in this batch of new officers?" The Duke nodded, strolled over to the other five wolf horsemen, waved his hand, and the wolf horsemen immediately bowed their heads deeply, got up and walked out of the war room.

"Nothing good. Either the eyes are above the top, or the big words are hot, and one by one they are still clamoring for a quick victory over Erathia, which is really speechless. The werewolf turned around and replied quickly.

"It seems that General Henry's 'followers' have expanded quite a bit." Looking at Catherine with an angry face, the Duke nodded meaningfully.

"Hmph, a bunch of arrogant cocktails." The werewolf shook her head, and continued, "I heard that Mary she..."

"Yes, she, along with the squadron of Longinus, was captured by a caravan from Erathia. It should be heading in the direction of Fort Ford. The Duke pointed to the military map on the wall and said slowly.

"Fort Ford? The humans are going to take her back to Erathia? Hearing this, the female werewolf immediately became anxious.

"No, the commander of that human caravan is interesting, he directly used the surrendered Longinus as a caravan escort to continue his journey. Hehe. As if he really found it quite interesting, the duke chuckled softly and said, "Those five soldiers just now are the messengers sent back by the other party, asking us Wolfgang to prepare another batch of ransoms. With that, the duke handed his daughter a piece of hemp paper in his palm.

"Letter?" Ekaterina took the note, quickly glanced at it, and immediately said in surprise: "Old Crow turned out to be the acting commander of Longinus?" And it was he who surrendered to that Dora caravan? ”

"Surprised?" Duke Midamoa glanced at Adjutant Lingenberg, who was also surprised, and asked.

"Yes." Fold the hemp paper back and return her hands to her father, the werewolf said, "I don't understand how a small human caravan can force an old-fashioned Beamon officer like Old Crow to surrender with honor above life. You know, disarming such an enemy is bound to become a stain that can never be erased from his military career. ”

"You don't understand? Presumably, the seriously wounded Valyosha and the Gordon shaman who died in battle will not understand. The Duke slowly put away his smile and said coldly: "So as you said, if Clausewitz had not stepped forward to act as the commander this time, what do you think the current situation would be?" ”

"It's... I'm sorry, Father, but I lost my words. Realizing the inappropriateness of her words, Catherine immediately bowed down and apologized.

Obviously, since Clausewitz would choose to surrender, the situation at that time must have reached a desperate situation where he would die if he did not surrender. Then, if her sister continues to serve as the squadron commander, the fate that awaits her will either be a glorious martyr like Old Gordon, or she will be saddled with the bad name of "coward" and will no longer be able to gain a foothold in Beamon's high society. …,

"This is the battlefield, the battlefield that no one can fully understand." Without embarrassing his eldest daughter too much, the duke withdrew his gaze as sharp as a sword and sighed softly: "It's just, Clausewitz, it's really a pity." ”

"Then now Mary's..."

"Let's follow the armistice agreement between the field commander and the humans. In any case, Wolfgang has no habit of breaking contracts. Duke Midamoya waved his hand and decided.

"Moreover, with the Savage Totem's fiasco ahead this time, this small loss of ours should not attract too many people's attention." At this time, Lingenberg on the side also stepped forward and added.

"Father, let me go to Fort Ford to fetch Mary." Seeing that the duke had already made a decision, the werewolf immediately took the lead.

"It's fine. Lingenberg, you lead two squadrons on a trip with Katya. Duke Midamoa thought for a moment, nodded, and said to the adjutant beside him: "Remember, go and return quickly, don't make any trouble." And when he said the last sentence, the duke deliberately glanced at his daughter Catherine, as if admonishing and warning.

"Yes, Father."

"Yes, Lord Duke!"

The werewolf and the adjutant immediately bowed down and agreed.

Because most of the goods had been destroyed, after crossing the Sandos River for the third time, the burden of the Doro caravan was more "light" than when it had just left Blue Crystal City, and the speed of the entire caravan was much faster. Especially with Wolfgang's guards by his side, all the thieves of the wasteland were extremely clever enough to bypass Doro's path so far away that they didn't even dare to show their faces.

As Moriarty's personal captive and temporary follower, Margaret also followed the mage closely along the way. However, because of the existence of the female werewolf, White's vigilant attention was mostly on this "new colleague" beside him. As for the wary gaze of the one-armed warrior, Margaret ignored it directly, and instead kept asking Moriarty some questions about the wizarding world with great interest. However, in the seemingly carefree eyes of the female werewolf, the mage still noticed a faint dimness.

Finally, with two days to go before Fort Ford, the five departed wolf horsemen returned with instructions from Wolfgang's headquarters. When she heard that her sister Catherine and Adjutant Lingenberg had led a large number of men waiting for them, Margaret was at first overjoyed, but then her expression darkened. Then one of them left the crowd and walked alone to a small hill and faced the setting sun in a silent daze.

"What is she doing?" White asked, glancing at the lonely werewolf.

"Growing pains." Moriarty just smiled, and walked back to his carriage to begin his meditation homework.

In the evening, Margaret did not go to collect her dinner. As for the abnormal behavior of the werewolf, although Clausewitz had already noticed it, he did not step forward to interfere with anything, or he could not interfere with anything.

"Moriarty, can I ask you a few more questions?" After dinner, the mage would return to the carriage to read his magic books, but Margaret suddenly stopped him.

"Of course." Moriarty looked at the werewolf, nodded, and withdrew one of the feet that had stepped up the stairs.

"Can you say it alone?" Glancing at White beside her, Margaret asked again with some embarrassment.

"No problem." Moriarty patted White on the shoulder, and followed the werewolf out of the camp and into the darkness. White sighed and stayed where he was.

About half a kilometer on, Margaret stopped in front of a dark bush and remained silent.

At the same time, Moriarty also stopped, waiting for the other party to speak. …,

"Moriarty, am I a little Beamon who couldn't be worse? He can't fight, he can't lead soldiers, and his martial arts are terrible, even a mage..."Margaret stepped on the dark black shadow of the bushes, but it looked as if her whole person was trapped in a darker thorn.

"That's what you've been thinking about all these days?"

"Yes." The female werewolf said in a deep voice.

"Why did you think of asking me such a question? Shouldn't I be your hated enemy? Moriarty smiled lightly and continued to ask rhetorically.

"I don't hate you."

"Don't hate?"

"Yes, no hate. Resentment against a powerful enemy could not be a more despicable act of cowardice. That's what my father taught me. Margaret raised her voice.

"I'm glad that my enemy is one less." Laughing silently again, Moriarty paused, and suddenly said, "It's just that since you know that hatred is useless, you should also understand the truth that fear is useless." ”

"I'm not afraid, no, no—" Hearing the word fear, the werewolf turned and shouted at Moriarty, but before she could speak, she stopped again.

"Margaret, have you been defeated before?" When the werewolf calmed down again, Moriarty asked.

"Defeated? No, never. Margaret shook her head, a little proud, but then turned into loss.

"Then congratulations, this time you have reaped the most precious failure."

"Precious?" Margaret's eyes widened.

"Yes, incomparably precious." Moriarty nodded: "The experience of defeat that others can only gain through unbearable hardship, disability, and even death, but this time you have gained it at the lowest cost. What do you give? A little bit of self-esteem? Been a follower of a mage for a few days? Even your personal ransom has been waived outright by me. ”

"I didn't say I wouldn't pay the ransom! But..."Hearing the other party's words, the werewolf hurriedly corrected herself in a loud voice, so as to avoid the infamy of innocent debts.

"I ask you, have you ever seen a soldier who has never failed? Or was your father, an officer, always a victor? Ignoring the werewolf's rebuttal, Moriarty continued.

"Of course... It's not..."

"So you don't have to be ashamed to return to Wolfgang because of a defeat. I don't think your sister came to meet you in such a hurry to punish you. ”

"Of course not." Margaret immediately shook her head, unwilling for the mage to speak ill of her sister.

"So, now do you have any questions? Even if in the past, you were just a little Beamon who couldn't fight, couldn't lead troops, and had terrible martial arts skills, and even a mage couldn't beat him, what about it? Now that you've learned from your failures and grown up, that's the key. ”

Hearing this, the werewolf didn't seem to know what to say. It seems that my day and night anxiety for more than ten days really seems to be some inexplicable delusions.

"In the end, in any case, you should remember the sacrifice that Adjutant Clausewitz made for you."

After saying that, Morarty looked at Margaret, who was frowning and silent, turned around, and walked alone in the direction of the camp. The werewolf was left alone in front of the bushes and continued to meditate.

And not far away, the figure of the old werewolf also swayed slightly, but it quickly disappeared.

"Is it necessary to talk so much to these Beamons?" Waiting for Moriarty to sit back in the carriage, White looked at the mage and said in a deep voice.

"You think I'm wasting my time? Or is it in the enemy? Glancing at his followers, Moriarty smiled faintly.

"Yes. At least, some of the things you said to the werewolf lieutenant earlier weren't what a Erathian should have said. White didn't shy away from it, and directly said his thoughts. …,

"Erathians? Hehe, I'm going to be swept away when I go back this time. Moriarty smiled again.

"Even if he is entrenched in Bracada in the future, a strong and aggressive Krulod is a great threat to the entire continent. And you, but you are talking to the old werewolf about the military? Do you really want to take revenge on your father at the cost of dragging the whole of Erathia? ”

"Huh. White, do you really think so? ”

"Yes."

"But, at least two things, you're not right."

"What?"

"First, between countries, there are neither eternal enemies nor eternal friends, and a qiē is only a matter of interest. Therefore, the former enemy is not necessarily the enemy of the future. ”

"And what about the second point?" Although he felt that Moriarty's words were quite far-fetched, White did not immediately refute it, but asked.

"Second, what a Duke of Beamon didn't do, would the top Bimon follow the nonsense of a second-level mage to do it? Or rather, a Elassian built yì, would Krulrod believe it? ”

"Then why are you still talking to the old werewolf?" As for the second point raised by Moriarty, White really didn't know how to answer.

"Because of the Clausewitz letter. And an excellent staff officer is worthy of a corps. With that, Moriarty pulled a crumpled pamphlet out of his sleeve and handed it to White.

"What is this?" White took it, but he didn't recognize the words, but he could tell that the booklet was decades old, and the rough paper was full of yellow marks.

"This is a book by Beamon, and the title of the book is "Transcripts of the Deduction of the Punic Wars". As for its author, it is the captain of the staff officer of the Mi Long General Staff. ”

"Clausewitz!"

4,000 words, making up for the shortness of the chapter of "Miaolong".

Thanks to the "Laughing Hero" brother for the reward.

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