Han Xing didn't sleep long, he was woken up by a herald's voice: "Sir Segard, Lord Robert has convened a military meeting and asked you to attend by name. ”

"Got it! You go first! I'll be there later! Yawn~~~" Han Xing yawned, rubbing his eyes perfunctorily at the herald.

"Lord Robert has an order for me to come with you, so please come with me as soon as possible." The herald said unrelentingly.

"Got it, got it!" Han Xing's anger hadn't passed yet, and he felt irritable in his heart. He left the warm blanket and dressed himself, and then cursed Robert the bastard, "You don't sleep well!" Is he really a wounded soldier? There were four or five 'ventilation holes' on his body, and he screamed like killing a pig when he pulled out a spearhead, but he actually jumped up and down again when he was done. Can't you just sleep well? There is also a meeting, I want to open your head with bricks! Of course, Han Xing will not blame this poor herald, he will only curse the Robert who "crosses the river and demolishes the bridge", he has to have a meeting without sleeping at night, and people who are woken up by this reason are usually not happy, Han Xing even remembered the cheating behavior of the leader holding a meeting on Sunday when he went to work in the past, and recalled the "fear of being dominated by the leader", go to a fucking meeting, even if it is a meal, he doesn't want to go!

At this time, it was night, it was the season of late spring and early summer, as soon as he came out of the tent, Han Xing saw the sky full of stars, the cool breeze of the night blowing on Han Xing's cheeks, the green grass under his feet, and his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton. The surrounding tents were brightly lit, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, corresponding to the red sunset remnants of the sunset on the other side, Han Xing suddenly felt that it wasn't such a bad thing to get up now! A thing called "beauty" took root in Han Xing's heart, which made Han Xing's mood suddenly brighten, and even sprouted a kind of picnic, climbing high and overlooking, red wine steak, playing romance with beauties, watching fireworks poetry and romanticism, such a beautiful night should not be spent so comfortably?

In a trance, it seems to go back to the days when I took my family to Disneyland, after all, there are grassy fields, castles in the distance (Cen Shu Tan Fort), and brightly lit tents, and then there will be fireworks soon, but it is certain that there will be no here.

It's a pity that the reality is that Han Xing is surrounded by males, and even if there are so many females, they are also aunts who are running around, not to mention that Han Xing has to go to Grand Duke Robert for a meeting, Han Xing was frustrated for no reason.

He had to comfort himself: "At least I can go slowly, anyway, he can't deduct my salary, right?" Suddenly, he thought about it and almost cursed, "Yes! This bastard doesn't pay me, and I've been working day jobs all the time! There's nothing but food and shelter! I also have to 'work overtime' at night! I want to defend my rights! I want to petition! I'm going to the court to sue the black-hearted boss 'Robert' for deducting wages! ”

"Wait, if I'm going to sue Robert, the Duke, won't I have to petition the Mad King? Forget it, go find this BBQ (pronounced Barbie Q, short for English barbecue) maniac, and let him brush up on the wildfire to roast him. Han Xing's brain was still in a half-asleep state, so many strange ideas came out like this.

However, after touching the 'broken heart' on his waist, Han Xing felt a little better, this sword is a priceless treasure! No loss, no loss!

With a stomach full of complaints and resentment, Han Xing followed the herald to Robert's tent, this guy's tent was the largest in the entire camp, of course, it was not much bigger, after all, the old knight was also built in a hurry.

As soon as Han Xing entered, he found more than a dozen pairs of eyes turning around and staring at him, which made Han Xing instantly feel like he had returned to the past when he was late for a meeting or late for school, Han Xing was a punctual maniac, and being late was a rare occurrence, so he faced this situation. Han Xing even felt a little blushing.

Fortunately, the old men didn't keep staring at him, in fact, this is a human habit, for the people who just came in from the outside, everyone will definitely take a look, mainly to confirm whether there is danger or something, there is no special meaning!

At this time, Robert was listening to the accurate casualty figures reported by the commanders of various troops, and the nobles of the Stormlands who were once full of ambition all looked solemn, because after this battle of Cen Shutan, the Stormlands had lost nearly half of the troops, and now the fighting strength was only 13,500 people, and there were more than 2,000 light and serious wounded to take care of.

Almost every old man's subordinates have received nearly half of the casualties, and a few old men have even become bare-bones commanders, and only a few of his subordinates are still fully organized.

As mentioned above, although the nobles do not care much about the life or death of the soldiers, the army is the main reliance of a nobleman after all, not to mention the lack of manpower will inevitably affect the development of the territory.

Even more pressing was the fact that Mace Tyrelll's army, whether it was defensive or offensive, had to come up with a charter, so there was a lot of noise in the tent.

"We should be stationed in place, fortified, and ready to meet the High Court army." This is the first mainstream view, derived from the main battle faction, who are nobles whose territory is located in the western part of the Stormlands, and if Robert chooses to retreat to Stormrest, their territory will bear the brunt of the threat of the High Court's army, so they are firmly in favor of being stationed in place and ready to fight.

"Nonsense! This place is simply undefensible, do you know how many High Court troops there are? Mace Tyrell still has a full 20,000 men, and Randolph Tully's 15,000 men have already done us so much damage before, and facing 20,000 High Court troops in this kind of place is a shame for you! The retractors were proponents of another mainstream view, dominated by older aristocrats, who advocated that the withdrawal would entrench the Storm's End, and that the defensive superiority of the "Immortal City" of the Storm's End would be used against the High Court's army.

"Grow up others to destroy their own prestige! Back to Wind's Rest? You old coward! Are you just going to hide like a shrunken turtle? We have a defensive advantage this time, not to mention that the Gao Ting Army has come from afar, and we are waiting for work, which obviously has more advantages than them! The nobles of the main battle faction did not give up, and even began to personally attack the old nobles who advocated the retreat faction.

"Bastard! Defensive advantage? Do you mean the two-metre-high, mud-smeared stubble of wood outside? Or is it a trench that is only one meter and five meters deep and doesn't even have a single point of wood, and any adult can climb up? What kind of defensive advantage can these rags count? What's more, our supply is also very problematic, almost all the young and middle-aged laborers have been brought out by us, and our supply lines are difficult to maintain! What's more, the wounded soldiers need immediate treatment! The old nobleman roared and lectured the middle-aged earl, who was no longer a "boy".

It seemed that he realized that his words seemed to have scolded Sir Moran (the one who built the camp), who was also standing on the retreat faction, so the old nobleman immediately apologized to Sir Moran.

"Old coward! Shrinking turtle! "Bastard! Brainless reckless! Han Xing suddenly felt embarrassed, he didn't expect this group of aristocratic lords to quarrel and actually play this game, as if they were two shrews, their faces were red, and in the end, they almost rolled up their sleeves and dried up.

Until he was pulled away by an earl in his fifties, the earl stroked his gray beard and said, "Don't make any noise!" Don't make any noise! If you want me to say, send someone to talk to Duke Mace Tyrellle! A peace agreement may or may not be reached! "This guy is actually the Lord and the faction, he thought that he could end the dispute between the two sides with one blow, but he didn't expect that as soon as the words came out, he was despised by both sides.

"Good! I didn't expect a traitor to come out of us! The old Earl of the Main War Sect immediately grabbed the beard of the Lord and the Earl of the Faction. He was arguing with the old earl of the retreating faction, when suddenly this thing came out and forcibly pulled him away, and he was angry! I thought that this guy could say something "high", but it turned out to be a surrender faction who was softer than the retreating faction, and suddenly vented all his anger on this blinding bastard, "What? Quite a traitor and still so high-minded? I'll let you brush your beard! Look at the master, I won't pull out your beard for you today! ”

"Peace talks? What to talk about! Now that Gao Tingjun has an absolute advantage, why should they negotiate peace? What's more, we stormy people have not suffered defeat! It's just that the casualties are relatively large, and I never thought you were such a person! Ahh "Amazingly, the old men of the retreating faction all smacked the Lord and the Earl Pie equally fiercely. Then he stepped forward and kicked the Lord and Count Pie in the ass while the main battle faction Count grabbed the beard of the Lord and Count Pi.

Who would have thought that the main battle faction and the retreat faction, which were still tense just now, would actually cooperate sincerely, just because they had a common goal, and sure enough, the traitor was shouted and beaten by everyone!

The young earl of the main battle faction viciously pinched the jaw of the general and the earl of the faction, raised his head, and said to him with a hideous face: "You won't be a spy bribed by the Gao Tingjun, right?" Didn't you just report our plan to march to Cen Shu Tan to your new master! I'll strangle you! He immediately grabbed the neck of the Lord and the Earl of Pie, and of course he had a reason to be angry, for nearly seventy percent of his troops were lost in the battle of Cen Shu Tan.

It wasn't until the Lord and Count Pi were pinched that they heard a majestic voice say, "Enough, let him go!" "The poor Lord and Count Pie were lying on the ground gasping for breath, even retching from almost suffocation.

It was Robert, who spoke, and he said slowly: "I believe that Count Sissen did not defect to the enemy, his troops also suffered heavy losses in this battle, and he himself followed me from birth to death, and I have complete confidence in his loyalty." Then Robert himself stepped forward and picked up the Earl of Sissen, who was the Lord and the faction.

Seeing Robert defend himself in person, Count Sissen's tears were about to fall, as if he was a little daughter-in-law, and he immediately said: "That's right! What Duke Robert said is true, I am just talking about things, after all, peace talks are also a way to solve problems! Now that we're discussing the next step, someone has to come up with all the possible solutions, and then we can consider whether it's feasible together! Why pinch me! Count Sissen immediately cried with snot and tears that his actions were not treachery, but just a matter of facts, and solemnly swore to the Seven Gods.

Look at Robert, how shrewd! Deliberately waited until the main battle faction vented his anger, and then Count Sissen was also pinched to the point of dying before speaking. This can not only calm the anger of the main battle faction, but also make Count Sissen grateful to him, after all, if he is not pinched to the point of death and feels the threat of death, then he will not be so grateful.

Robert's timing was so good that he could directly hold the funeral of Count Sissen later, and it would not have been possible to have such a good effect earlier. And it can also establish his majestic image of being a man of his word and a word, which can be described as killing three birds with one stone!