At the moment of national crisis, the two camps divided by the prince's seizure of the throne had to temporarily abandon their grievances and reach cooperation, and the thousand-year-old empire devoted its strength to preparing for an ambush war.

At this time, the time to test a country's comprehensive national strength has come, the top workshops in Raphael City and its surrounding cities have been requisitioned by the empire, hundreds of craftsmen have started work day and night, and the armor blanks of blasphemy suits have been produced like water, and at the same time, under the guidance of Charlie and Master Nar, the top mages of the Royal Magic Association have worked hard to create 3109 blasphemy suits in five days, completing the workload of the past half a year or even a year, so efficient, shocking the royal court.

Under the threat of the national disaster, the first magic suit streamlining operation in the history of Wagland began to emerge, allowing the world to see what kind of power the industrialization idea of meticulous division of labor and cooperation has, but for Charlie, it is also a big loss, after all, this idea is one of the advantages of his magic seal carving factory.

Inside the marching tent, a magical hologram unfolds on the table, and the geography around Raphael City is readily available, especially the area from Raphael's city to the west, which is the central area of the map.

This is the operational command room of the ambush war, with Field Marshal Lancelot as the commander-in-chief, including the generals of the two camps, including the surviving generals of the first nine interceptions, and the magic advisors of the site, Charles and Master Nar.

However, the highest position in the marching tent is not Marshal Lancelot, but Her Majesty the Queen hidden behind the curtain, it can be said that this battle is the battle of the national fortune of the thousand-year-old empire, its victory or defeat determines the fate of the empire, how can Aisha sit in the palace with peace of mind and wait for news, in order not to affect the marshal's decision-making, Aisha ordered someone to set up a gauze curtain, and separated an area in the marching tent to listen quietly.

The queen personally supervised the battle, which made the atmosphere of the marching tent seem extremely excited and nervous, especially some young generals, all of them were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they couldn't help but think that this was their best chance to perform.

If you can make a dazzling military achievement, you can leave a deep impression in the eyes of Her Majesty, if you can leave a deep impression, you may become your Majesty's guest of the curtain, if you can become the guest of the curtain, you may become the queen's husband, if you become the queen's husband, you may become the king of the empire, if you can become the king of the empire, you can let the descendants fuse the blood of the royal family, and if the descendants can fuse the blood of the royal family, you will go down in history and be worshiped by future generations.

Thinking of the queen's peerless face and pure and noble bloodline, I feel excited when I think about it, and I can't suppress the flying male El Meng.

"After the western border, the empire is no longer in danger to defend, how can there be an ambush in this land of Ma Pingchuan?" Lancelot looked at the people in the tent and asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

After a brief silence, someone broke the silence: "What about the night attack?"

I have to say that this idea is logical, if you can't find a geographical advantage during the day, you can only consider finding opportunities from time and giving full play to the advantages of the host.

A general in the corner of the tent said, "This ...... is a ...... It's a good way, but four of our first nine interception battles were night battles, and the Knights Templar were already on guard, and they were heavily guarded at night, and once they found a night attack, they would use magic to illuminate the entire area, and the knights of the night watch would give us a head-on attack, and there was basically no chance of success. ”

If you are not afraid of god-like opponents, you are afraid of pig-like teammates

, a thought popped up in everyone's heart.

However, if you think about it, you can't blame them, for the Templar Order's counterattacks, the first three times were operated by the Western Regional Garrison, they were able to come up with this idea and put it into action, proving that their minds are not bad, how could a corps that is difficult to match even the Empire be defeated by the Regional Garrison?

Field Marshal Lancelot walked past the many generals in the account and asked the magic advisor: "Charlie, the sneak attack is your suggestion, do you have any good advice for the situation in front of you?"

One sentence focused everyone's eyes on Charlie, for the military, Charlie did not have much influence, the military is a system of its own, usually the information is relatively closed, only the military high-level can receive some interesting things about the empire, and the high-level treatment of small people usually has a problem with superiority, therefore, when the marshal crosses many experienced generals and directly asks a magic adviser about tactics, they suddenly have some resentment in their hearts, especially when Her Majesty is listening.

Before Charlie could answer, someone questioned: "It turned out to be a magic consultant's suggestion, no wonder he never considered its feasibility, he just mentioned it, and didn't have to think about how to implement it at all!"

"Marshal, I have to say a word of advice, even if it may offend you: a good team should allow each talent to develop in his or her own field of expertise. With that, the speaker glanced Charlie up and down, and continued, "The magic advisor you hired may be a wizard with great potential, but I suggest that he should not dictate things outside of his own field of expertise, and as a commander, he should not trust the advice of a non-professional. ”

"Yes! This matter determines the life and death of thousands of elite soldiers! We must be cautious!"

For some unknown reason, today's middle-level generals are particularly active, especially fond of raising opposing opinions.

Lancelot knocked on the table and motioned with his eyes to Charles to continue, the prestige of the generalissimo was here, and these people might dare to speak out, but they would not dare to lift Lancelot's table.

Charlie said in a deep voice: "I do suggest a sneak attack, the reason is very simple, everyone can figure it out, it can be summed up in one sentence: the Templars of the Church will fight stronger and stronger." If we can't hit our opponent hard, we're going to lose!, so this advice depends on the nature of the opponent!

Now, I understand the actual situation, the other side is on guard, the possibility of a sneak attack is not very likely, so there is no need to dwell on the environment to create a sneak attack, the ultimate purpose of the sneak attack is to surprise, when the opponent is defenseless, sacrifice our strongest offensive, and create a large number of casualties in a short period of time.

Therefore, if we can't do a sneak attack, we can achieve the goal of being able to surprise the effect, as long as we give full play to the advantages we have mastered, and weaken the opponent's advantages as much as possible, under such conditions, we can fight with all our might, and the victory or defeat will be decided by fate! We did our best!"

A young and handsome general said angrily: "Heh! A guy who hasn't grown his hair even dares to make a big deal at a military meeting?!"

"Hahahaha......" the other generals let out a burst of laughter.

Charlie glanced at him and replied, "Your hair has grown, take it out and see how long it is, is it black hair, or white hair, can you be so proud?"

The young general was stunned, and then his face flushed

There was a layer of redness, as if he was drunk, but his eyes were fierce and terrifying, embarrassed, and caused a burst of laughter, which made his face red and blue.

Losing face in front of Her Majesty made him angry, and the young general stepped forward and said angrily: "In the military tent, full of foul language, I think you are looking for death!"

This guy has already stepped forward, and he is nearly two meters tall and very oppressive, his arms are as thick as the thighs of ordinary adults.

The moment he stepped forward, Lancelot's guards reacted immediately, and he cast an inquiring glance at the marshal, only to be stopped by the latter, which puzzled him.

But any mage, as long as he does not reach the level of a magister, as long as he does not have a magic guide against the sky, and is approached to within five steps by a melee samurai, it is a situation that must be lost.

The young general smirked, took two quick steps, stretched out his big fan-like hand, and pinched Charlie's neck, the expectation in his mind was to carry him, shake the skeleton, and throw him directly out of the tent, falling half to death.

Charlie stretched out his right hand like lightning, clamped his wrist, pulled sideways, stepped on the ope of his opponent's forefoot with his left foot, pressed his left hand on the back of his abdomen, and slammed it down.

At the critical moment, the young general stepped forward with his hind foot, and pressed down with his left hand at the same time, trying to support the rapidly falling body, and in an instant, he was hit twice in a row by Charlie's right foot, and quickly kicked away, so the whole person swooped down without suspense, like a piece of sinking wood falling heavily on the ground.

Bang!

The military tent was built in the outskirts of the imperial capital, and the ground was mixed with clay and sticky gum from the red clay highlands in proportion, and rolled with a thousand catties of boulders, which were compacted layer by layer, hard and tough, even if they were smashed down by heavy weapons, it was just a shallow pit.

This time the fall was solid, and the face was not spared, and the neck he tried his best to hold up could have avoided a facial injury, but he was pressed by Charlie's palm, and his nose hit the ground, and the blood spurted out, sour and swollen, and tears gushed out unconsciously, not painful, but the impact of the nose involved the tear ducts, and the tears overflowed uncontrollably, which was quite embarrassing.

This blow was quite beautiful, but it hit the young generals in the face.

Some people couldn't help but shout: "A magic adviser dares to openly attack a general in a military tent! According to the law, he can be hanged!"

Charlie sneered: "So you also know that I am a magic consultant!"

A sentence was thrown out, so that everyone realized his identity as a magician, and for a while, the atmosphere was quite awkward.

Charlie continued: "In the military tent, he did not observe discipline, and brazenly attacked, it was he who defied military discipline and despised the royal family; he attacked a mage when his opponent was defenseless, it was because he had no chivalry; and in terms of fighting, he could not even subdue a magic advisor, but was knocked down in a round, which was the bottom of his combat effectiveness."

I want to ask, how can a stunned young man with no discipline, no sense of awe, no chivalry, and no strength climb to the position of an important position in the imperial military department?!"

Suddenly, everyone was speechless, and the silence was mixed with the sound of a trace of cold air, this qualitative is really ruthless! Basically buried this guy's military career, terrible!

Lancelot broke the silence and shouted: "Come, drag Chels out, beat fifty sticks, revoke all positions and ranks, send to the barracks!"

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