The sky was clear and the wind was gusting.

On the outskirts of the plantation, a few young soldiers lie on a wooden fence and look at the female workers who are milking cows inside.

The women were also young, in their twenties, dressed in the dresses of the servants common in the plantations, with floral cloth turbans wrapped around their heads.

After attaching the milking device to the cows, the female workers ran over and shouted at the soldiers.

"What are you looking at?" "Sneaky, you know it's not a good thing at a glance!" "Voyeur, pervert."

Facing the white eyes of the girls, several soldiers giggled.

"How are we peeping? We just stand here and look at it openly. "Look at the meat." "And it's not the first day we watched it, we watched it yesterday and the day before yesterday." "It's too late to say anything, we've already seen you all."

The girls ran over and looked very happy.

"Eldest sister, you see their smug looks, it's really bad." "Dare to laugh and beat you!" "It's all a bunch of cowards, what's there to see through the fence, if you have the guts, come in and see."

The two sides frolicked, like young boys and girls who were just beginning to fall in love. The soldiers were the troops who had come to station the other day, and the girls were female workers in the plantations.

"Tomorrow the troops will be disbursed, come and say goodbye to you."

With the appearance of this sentence, the atmosphere became a little heavy.

"Will you ever come back?" "I don't know." "That's ......"

"We're leaving tomorrow, can you leave a contact information?" "Why did you give it to you, who are you? Who are you? ”

"Don't regret not giving it now, maybe we'll be officers when we come back." "Cut, who is a rare officer!" "Yes, as an officer, I don't go home all day long, and I don't have time to spend with my wife."

After tugging and pulling for a while, the female workers still gave them their contact information.

"Where are you going?" "I don't know, it may be the first line of Chiyan."

"Remember to write to me when you're fine~" "Entering the combat area will block the signal, so I'll write to you at the first opportunity." "That's fine." "Uh-huh......" "Also, don't look for a woman outside."

After a reluctant goodbye, the soldiers returned to the barracks, and the female workers continued to milk the cows.

A few days later, Chen Xing was lying on the sofa in the living room, browsing the news. The head maid stood beside him, holding a porcelain plate and a black teapot, ready to add tea to her master.

A piece of news suddenly swiped out on the screen. The font is bright red and eye-catching.

[Northern Alliance declares war on the Principality of Chiyan]

Chen Xing sat up straight suddenly.

"Won't it, this is going to start?" He said to himself.

"What's going on, master." Seeing Yuecanglian asked with concern.

"There is going to be a war in the country." "Then we'll need to stock up on more food." "I've already asked people to do it, and we have our own output, so there will be no problem." "That's good."

After watching the news for a while, Chen Xing turned off the portable screen, and the head maid made suggestions in a timely manner.

"Master, the weather is nice today, do you want to go swimming?"

There is a large swimming pool in the back garden of the mansion, which has been filled with water since the weather started to warm up.

Chen Xing looked outside, the sun was shining, and it was indeed a good day for swimming.

"It's so boring to play alone, call all the maids, let's have a pool party!"

"Yes, my master."

A moment later, the hall resounded with energetic music, and Ouyang Tianhua's clear singing voice lingered in the garden.

Young girls in three-point swimsuits surround the edge of the pool, surrounded by fat swallows and thin birds, and the sound of warblers and swallows. Some swim in the pool, some sit on the edge of the pool and play in the water, and some lie on a beach chair and rub sunscreen.

A game of water volleyball is being played in the shallow area of the pool. The whole pool is noisy, so it's not lively.

Crates of cold beer were brought to the edge of the pool, and the girls gathered around to open their bottles and drink freely.

"The host is so handsome!" "Cheers to the master!" “cheers！” "Yay!" "Long live the master!" "Master, I love you!"

Chen Xing was wearing floral shorts and shirts, flip-flops, and a straw hat lying on a beach chair, enjoying the noisy frolicking of the girls while drinking cold beer.

"Hee-hee, you're chasing me~" "Sao Hoof, you stop me!" ”

A pair of white rabbits jumped in front of them, and then another pair of white rabbits jumped in front of them, and then two pairs of white rabbits slammed into each other, and fell to the ground with a "poof", all kinds of dazzling and pleasing to the eye.

Any girl here belongs to him, and he can do whatever he wants if he wants......

And while Chen Xing was enjoying the wine pond meat forest, the northwest line of the Chiyan Mountains was a different scene.

The red clay is flying, and the sand is dusty. The noise of vehicles and the shouts of people were mixed and noisy.

On the laterite rock, the reflection of the lens flashes from time to time, as if to tell everyone that the mountain is full of troops.

"Brother, do you think we're going to die here?" Peter asked.

"Maybe, maybe not." Sean said.

"And what if, I mean if ......," Peter hesitated, continued, "what will happen to Prader Town and what will happen to Mother and my sisters?" ”

"There's a good chance they'll leave Pradertown, they won't be able to survive there without the guards." Sean said.

"Then why are we here?" Peter was a little confused.

"We're fighting for a chance, a chance to be stronger, to get more glory." Sean replied.

"Is it worth it?" Peter asked rhetorically.

"I don't know......," Sean shook his head, "I just know that this is how our ancestors have been here for generations. Fight wars, gain glory, and become nobles. We do the same, walking along the path of our ancestors......"

"What about my mother and sisters, they would have had a hard time without us, right?" Peter said worriedly.

"They will receive a pension that is enough for a lifetime of carefree living, as well as the glory we bring to the Prade family. Many years later, a new Prad will come to the battlefield and follow our path. Sean stared firmly at the laterite rocks on the mountain.

The confusion in Peter's eyes faded away. He seemed to see Prade's ancestors standing beside him, looking into the distance.

At the same time, in the conference hall of the Royal Palace of Chiyan City, multi-party communication was taking place.

The hall was pitch black, and Marquis of Red Rock, Hammer Grantham, sat at the head of the conference table, which projected a holographic map of the Ambergris River.

Except for the Lord of Chiyan, the rest of the people who attended the meeting were holograms.

"As Mr. Lin expected, the Golden Pupil Witch really took the lead in declaring war on my Chiyan Principality." Marquis Chiyan looked respectful, "I don't know what Mr. suggests?" ”

A young man stood up, with a wild air between his eyebrows and eyes, and a feeling of unruliness. He is one of the four military geniuses of the Red Earth Continent, the "Fox of Qingqiu", Lin Yuanzheng.

"Chiyan defended with all his might, and the elites of Silver Claw, Black Spear, and Cold Ridge were disguised as a group of displaced people and lurked in the area of Eagle Head Mountain. Once the Red Dragons start a full-scale war against Red Rock, immediately attack Farringdon and kill them by surprise. Lin Yuanzheng's tone was sonorous and full of confidence.

"Don't you need to declare war?" Xiao Tiehu, the Marquis of Hanling, frowned. The Snow Mountain clan values glory and cannot accept the act of a villain who fights without a declaration.

"They have declared war on us." Lin Yuanzheng pulled with both hands, and the topographic map on the table disappeared into nothingness with the movement of his hands, and a news page rose up.

[Northern Alliance declares war on the Principality of Chiyan]

"The Northern Alliance, also the Duchy of Black Feather?" Lin Yuanzheng asked the Marquis of Hanling.

The latter was silent for a moment, nodded, but did not answer again. It can be seen that although the Marquis of Hanling agrees on the surface and can't find anything wrong with the reason, he still dislikes the sneak attack.

The red country is still martial. It advocates frontal combat and the use of force to conquer the opponent, rather than all kinds of intrigues. So it is with the people, and so it is with the king.

Lin Yuanzheng is a native of Qingguo. Qingguo is a mountainous country, the terrain is complex, and the war pays attention to not getting tired of deceit, and taking it by surprise, which is not consistent with the tradition of the Red Country.

Among the four military geniuses, Ricardo is a typical Red Countryman, who is good at arranging troops and using troops, rather than trickery.

However, none of the four lords are pedantic people, and since they have invited the fox of Qingqiu to be the commander-in-chief of the alliance, even if they feel a little uncomfortable, they will respect each other's decisions.

Just as the four lords and the commander-in-chief of the alliance were discussing their next countermeasures, hundreds of kilometers away, over the plains near the Principality of the River Sparrow, a large floating boat with a beautiful appearance was slowly moving.

Inside the float inlaid with gold and silver, a handsome blonde man leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. The leather shoes were shiny and spotless, and the pure white dress was embellished with a bright red rose.

Slender fingers gripped the goblet, and the dark red syrup swayed gently.

"Lin Yuanzheng, what cards are you going to play?"

He said to himself, and there was no one around.

"Surprise attack on Farringdon?"

"Or a detour to Grayhorn?"

"Do you want to fight me this way?"

"It's a pity, Lin Yuanzheng, your current opponent is not me."

"I guess it will be a long time before we meet on the chessboard."

"Tuk Tuk ......"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the hatch of the floatboat.

"Come in."

An officer came in and gave a military salute.

"Your Excellency, the Prince's Communication."

"Take it."

The curtains are pulled down, the lights are dimmed, and a ray of light shoots out on the ground, fanning apart, revealing a holographic projection of Gavin Maris.

"The battle on the Chiyan front line has begun."

"Expected."

"Do we need to do anything?"

"Be a spectator."

"I'm worried that our withdrawal this time will leave a bad impression on her."

"If you don't back down, what you're worried about is whether the First Army still exists."

"Well, you're right......"