Those fat pigs who don't listen to persuasion!

Fitzel looked up at the sky, and it was now overcast, and it seemed that it was about to snow, but his lord and the other nobles who had come to oversee the war insisted on going to war immediately.

Fighting in the snow is not a particularly rare thing, but judging from the current situation, there will be a heavy snow next!

He has lived for so many years, and he has seen a war against the snow, but he has never seen a war against the snow.

Those fat pigs didn't even know how to fight, so they pointed fingers in the name of 'supervising the war', and now they were going to fight an offensive war, and he really didn't know what to do next to win this war.

The Drow Elves have repeating muskets in their hands, even if there are dozens of transcendents on their side, but the Drow Elves themselves are a transcendent race, with magic flowing in their veins, even if they are an ordinary Drow Elf, their body coordination and strength are stronger than ordinary human soldiers.

Despite their numbers, war is about 'morale'.

Unlike the social structure of the Drow Elves, whose armies are unlikely to collapse if their leaders are not killed, human armies are unlikely to flee as soon as the casualties reach a certain level.

Attacking when the snow was falling, the brains of those nobles were really broken.

Just as Fetzel was in his stomach, the horn of the assembly sounded.

Standing there and silent for a moment, he took a gloomy step and walked towards the meeting place.

Next, if he sees the possibility of defeat, he will definitely escape, he will not care about the life or death of those guys, it doesn't matter to him whether this war is won or not, nothing is as important as his own life and the life of his family!

His territory is not far from here, and as long as he hurrys, he should be able to escape from the Moore Commercial Federation with his family and the wealth he has accumulated over the years before Prime Minister Rowe reacts.

When the time comes, he will flee directly to the Principality of the Sorrowful Wind, and his hand will not reach there at all, as long as he can escape there, he will be safe.

The soldiers came out of the tents, some with the smell of alcohol, some staggering with their shoes on, and running in small steps.

When Fitzel reached the meeting place, he found himself the first knight to arrive in full dress, and the rest had not yet appeared.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but curse in his heart, the soldiers in front of him came from more than a dozen territories, if they were just released to see, maybe they were all good soldiers, but if they were put together, they would be a group of rabble.

Without a unified command, this is very fatal, so when he and Marcus led the army in battle, they were in charge of each other, so as not to cause confusion in command.

The method of each commanding his own army is only applicable to small wars, and it is not applicable to wars of the present scale.

If it weren't what he expected, there would be a confusion of command in the future, and perhaps they would be able to defeat themselves without the Drow elves intervening.

However, Fetzel didn't plan to stop it, anyway, he was ready to escape, and the more chaotic the battlefield, the better the chance that he would succeed in escaping.

And as other knights with military knowledge, they should also know what will happen next, and even if he doesn't warn them, they should try their best to avoid them.

Unfortunately, that's useless!

From the moment they decided to bring all the armies they had brought together, the end was already sealed.

Even if the armies from which family only follow which banner, how should their masters command them in the chaos of the battlefield?

Standing in the bitter cold wind, Fitzel sneered.

The soldiers and knights slowly gathered, and the nobles who had come to 'supervise the battle' also appeared in front of the soldiers, but to their disappointment, the soldiers did not cheer at their presence, and their morale soared.

"Assemble! Assemble!"

The knight's squire stood behind the knight with the family banner on his shoulder, and most of the knights present had the title of baron or above, and the smile on Fetzel's face became even more contemptuous when they appeared.

He saw several knights standing behind Duke Norvi, who, if nothing he expected, had hereditary titles—unlike Marcus.

Because Marcus and his family are quite loyal, even if the Duke of Norvi does not give them any reward, they can get their allegiance, but the others are different, if they do not get a reward, they may leave the Norvi family at any time.

Only a crying child has milk, and Marcus and his family are the ones who can't.

The army suddenly became noisy, and Fetzel was stunned when he heard the words of the soldiers.

It's snowing!

He jerked his head up and saw the white snowflakes falling from the sky.

It's too late......

Fetzel shook his head silently, if it snowed before the army was assembled and the nobles arrived, maybe those fat pigs might have a very small chance of changing their minds, but it was already too late.

As if he hadn't heard the noise of the soldiers, the expressionless Prime Minister Luo Wei turned to the knight behind him and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

Hearing this, Fetzel only felt a chill in his heart.

Even though he knew from the beginning what virtues these guys were, when he really felt their coldness, he couldn't help but take a soft breath.

As a former mercenary, he thought he had seen enough, but he didn't expect that this group of big nobles was far more cold-blooded than he imagined.

They are going to push this group of soldiers directly to death!

As the snowflakes fell from the sky and the wind blew, the knight standing behind Prime Minister Luo Wei turned dark, and after a moment of confusion, after seeing the displeasure on the face of his own feudal monarch, he sighed lightly and said helplessly: "It's already time to go......"

"Let's go, then!"

The mighty and scattered army came out of the camp and walked towards the town ahead with a haphazard pace.

Fitzel rode on his horse and followed the army slowly out of the camp, and until now he had not spoken a word.

In the eyes of others, he didn't dare to say a word because he had fought a big defeat before.

Fetzel didn't bother with these frivolous things, in his eyes, most of these people would die in this battle, maybe until the drow elves had a repeating musket in their hands, they wouldn't be the first to take the lead, but in order to command the army, they were all on horseback!

These guys probably didn't know how much the dwarves and gnomes had improved their manufacturing processes to make repeating muskets, or what the effective range of the repeating muskets would be - although he didn't know it himself, what he did know was that they were nothing more than a bunch of targets on horseback.

If they continue to ride on the horse, they will be named one by one, but if they dismount, there will inevitably be confusion in the command.

The war was doomed from the start, and from the moment the great nobles took command in the name of 'supervising the war', Fitzel had already seen the end of this war.

- If the transcendents under the command of the great nobles are not able to fight without fear of death, then this war will inevitably be lost.

However, how many people are really willing to give their lives to that group of nobles?

Fetzel's gloomy gaze swept over the tall backs of the knights, and he sneered.

There was such a big commotion here, and the Drow elves should have found out a long time ago, or rather, they had been mentally prepared from the moment they released the news.

...... No, it should be ready for war!

This war is inevitable, and since they dare to do so, they should also be prepared to deal with the 'legend'.

Therefore, Fetzel is not optimistic that their side can win this war......

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