With the sound of a loud horn, the continuous barracks began to become lively in the silent wilderness.

The heavy gate opened, the horses were removed, and a group of heavily armed knights galloped out of the horse, galloping in all directions. The dust whipped up by the horses' hooves, like yellow earth dragons, spread to the nearby forests, valleys, and distant horizons.

This is Nottingshire, 30 kilometres south of Medin.

In Loulian, the county has always been known for its abundant water and grass and beautiful scenery.

In spring, the grass grows waist-high, and when the wind blows, the patches rise and fall like waves.

In summer, the most beautiful thing here is the water. The river that flows out of the valley is clear and cool. Sunlight shines through the almost transparent water, shining on the colorful bottom of the river, and the surface of the river seems to float as if it were suspended in the air.

In autumn and winter, the leaves on the shore are red and yellow, and they are dotted on the grass that has not faded green, and the large golden wheat fields are like a charming oil painting under the blue sky and white clouds. When it snows, the red and blue roofs of the houses and farmhouses turn white. In the thick snow, the smoke curls and is peaceful and serene.

And now, Nottingshire, has been turned into a huge military camp.

A letter falcon, coming from the north, flew low over the top of the forest trees, over the galloping knights, and over the long convoy of transports, heading south.

The farther south you go, the more lively the land becomes.

The castles of several noble lords of Nottingshire have been turned into military camps. The larger main camp is on the plains south of the county.

This huge military camp, like a giant monster, is entrenched in the center of the plain. Countless soldiers were busy, countless caravans and cavalry were coming and going, and countless swords and spears were being heard. Shining in the sun, countless flags are waving in the wind.

And along the winding dirt roads, which were apparently made temporarily, further south is the former camp.

The entire front camp was centered on a fortified castle built on a cliff on the bank of the river, and it was fortified layer by layer. On the periphery were the tents of the battalions. Further periphery are horses made of sharpened wooden stakes. There are high lookouts and guard towers built on all sides. And rows of wooden fences were laid out to provide cover for the archers.

The scouts had been sent eight kilometers away, especially the nearest three kilometers, and the patrols were moving back and forth without stopping. As soon as there is any wind or trouble, the army can respond immediately.

In the event of a battle, within twenty minutes, the entire forward battalion would be able to complete the array arrangement. On the contrary, they can fully shrink into the castle in the same period of time and wait for reinforcements.

Stand at the highest point of the castle. Looking south, you can clearly see a red camp tent on the distant horizon.

That was the nearest forward unit of the Filiet Army.

In recent days, with the arrival of the main force of the Mooney City Guard, as the Red Leaf Knights and the Twelfth Legion have gained a foothold and begun to counterattack, the front battalion has already clashed fiercely with the Ferrets several times.

The centre of the confrontation was a hill five kilometres south of the former camp. An area consisting of a small stream and a mango-shaped forest running east-west. Day or night, both sides of the safari. Bands of knights wandered around, attacking each other, strangling and fighting.

It was a hellish battleground.

Countless flags embroidered with different coats of arms, weapons scattered on the ground. A bloodied corpse, lying under a tree, soaked in the stream. Fall into the mud and grass.

Fierce sword clashes, roars, screams and horses' hooves can be heard here at any time. You can see startled birds, staggering soldiers, and fierce pursuers behind them.

The falcon soared in the air. Flying over a towering spruce on a hill, swooping down like a meteor, grazing the tall guard tower, and flying into the castle.

As soon as they saw the falcon, the people in the castle avoided it. As if home, the falcon flapped its wings and flew through the beautifully frescoed corridors, flower-filled windowsills, and bustling war rooms, into the office door that a guard had quickly opened, and landed on a desk.

Fano reached out and took the secret letter that the guard had taken from the falcon's feet, and carefully examined the envelope and wax seal before cutting it open with a delicate knife and pulling out the letter paper.

After reading the letter from Muni City, Fano's face was already as cold as frost.

The letter was written by Eugene.

In the letter, Eugene gave a detailed account of the current situation in the city of Muni. It was also made clear that if the nobles could not reach an agreement, then the rear army, which was supposed to leave in two days at the latest, would delay its arrival at the front. To that end, he is making a final effort.

After he left, all the qiē that happened in the city of Muni, Fano was very clear.

In fact, as early as when he was still in the city of Muni, many of those nobles had already expressed pessimism about rescuing Archduke Adolf and all kinds of chilling plans. The reason why he left a long knight brigade for Eugene in the first place was also concerned about this.

However, Fano still didn't expect that these nobles had really come to this point.

The battles on the front line had begun one after another, and when a big battle with the Firetes could break out at any time, they used this despicable way to hold themselves back.

There was a commotion from downstairs.

Fano stood up, opened the door, and stepped onto the terrace outside the room.

The drawbridge of the castle has been lowered, and hundreds of soldiers are rushing back and forth under the command of the officer. Wagons laden with wounded soldiers skimmed across the muddy ground and came to a halt in the open space in the middle of the castle. One by one, stretchers were sent in like flowing water.

The medical officers shouted loudly, directing the soldiers to send the wounded to different places according to the severity of their injuries, and the wounded soldiers were covered in blood, some could still moan, and some had fallen into a coma. Those who are missing arms, those who have broken legs, and even the intestines on their bodies are flowing out, which is unbearable to see.

Fano looked at it with a grim face.

He doesn't know how many times a day he has to watch such a scene. Now, many of the rooms of this not spacious castle are overcrowded, and many of the wounded can only be placed in the corridors or under the eaves.

The battle with the Firetes. More and more intense. In order to compete for the right to control battlefield information between the two sides, in order to suppress the other side as much as possible before the outbreak of the war. Every day, dozens of squads are sent out, and every day, many people come back in this way.

But. It was less than three prayer hours before the first hunting team was dispatched. How.........

Fano glanced at it, and he saw Adams, the head of the Knights, walking briskly.

"What's going on?" asked Fano.

"The Ferret suddenly intensified their attack, and several of our squads have encountered their elite knights," Adams said with a stern expression, "According to the news brought back by the scouts, it is likely that the two squads of the Snow Wolf Knights and the Seventh Knight Order of the Golden Order entered the war zone today. ”

"Oh?" said Fano frowned in surprise.

The Snow Wolf Knights are Lulian's old rivals. A few months ago. Philip killed Prince Philip behind enemy lines, and he once encountered the Snow Wolf Knights. Since then, the two sides have fought each other several times, and on the night of the attack on Archduke Adolf, it is said that this knight order was also the main force.

As for the Seventh Order of the Golden Order, the information that Fano knew was that this Order was here to replace another Order of the Golden Order. Two or three months earlier, they had landed from the southern port. Merely. As a trump card, he has always been pinched in the hands of Commander Philip. I just didn't show up much.

The Snow Wolf Knights and the Seventh Knights of the Golden Order are already the most elite troops of the Southern Army of Filie. According to the information obtained by Fano, they should have been deployed in Wanshan County to participate in the encirclement and suppression of Princess Adolf. Unexpectedly, it actually appeared here.

I remembered that a few days ago, I had received a piece of information that had been personally sent by the head of the Ministry of Supervision, Lulian. Fano's heartbeat began to accelerate.

At the beginning, he was at a loss for the situation of the Grand Duke of Adolf, and it was on the basis of this information that he determined the location of the Grand Duke's siege. And on that letter. Not only did he analyze the current situation in detail, but also clearly marked the troop layout of the Fei Lie Army, and made a series of suggestions that coincided with his own.

Maintain the pressure, attack the squads, fight for the right to control the battlefield information, attack the logistics base and convoy of the Phillip Army, cooperate with the Red Leaf Knights and the Twelfth Legion, and force the opposing side to increase troops to the front line, so as to alleviate the current difficult situation of the Grand Duke Adolf and create a chance for him to break through.

Fano does exactly that.

In a series of small-scale and large-scale strangulations in the early stage, the Fei Lie Army, which was accustomed to large-scale cluster charges, was obviously a little uncomfortable and suffered a lot of losses.

After all, this is the territory of the Lurians, whether it is food replenishment or geographical terrain, they have an absolute advantage. Moreover, the Phillips army was now fighting on many fronts, not only defending against the Lulian army in front, but also dedicating forces to besiege the main force of the Archduke Adolf.

In this way, they are in a state of indigestion after being swallowed by a python. Before they really swallowed Grand Duke Adolf, their forces on the front line were actually not superior.

Although there is still a steady stream of troops landing in the south. However, if an army is to go into battle, it involves countless complicated affairs, and it is not something that can be pulled up. They need more time.

But this time is something that Fano can't give them anyway.

From the moment he arrived at the front, he had not spent a day in the central camp. All the time was spent in this front battalion, which was at the forefront of the camp. Every day, they discussed battle plans without sleep or food, dispatched attack troops, reviewed intelligence, and discussed which of the enemy's logistics convoys to attack.

And judging from the news just got, this strategy has obviously paid off!

The Feilie people actually threw themselves into the Snow Wolf Knights and the Seventh Knights of the Golden Order.

Although now I get the news that only two squads appeared in the war zone. But conventionally, this meant that at least two squadrons, and even two brigades of chief knights, were transferred to the front battalion of the Phillips. At the same time, this also means that the pressure on the Grand Duke will be reduced.

This is a good sign! It is also the best news that Fano has ever received since the troops were dispatched!

However, this news also deepened Fano's worries.

To keep the pressure on the Firetes, you will have to invest more and more elite troops. Unleash a more intense attack. And this kind of large-scale and small-scale strangulation cannot be maintained forever, and when it comes to the critical point, a decisive battle may break out with all the main forces appearing.

For the Firetes, this decisive battle should be sooner rather than later, but for their own side, it should be sooner rather than later.

In this way, the requirements for the entire campaign on troops will become very demanding. If a decisive battle breaks out, but at a critical moment, there is not enough troops in your hands, not only may you fall short, but you may even lead to an unbearable fiasco!

It's a fight to the death, and there's no way back.

Gather all the remaining strength of Lulian and fight with all his might, but the outcome is still unknown, not to mention that there are still people behind him now!

For a moment, Fano couldn't wait to get back to Muni City now.

However, he quickly calmed down. Because he knew that the current city of Muni had become a powder keg. Going back by yourself will not only not help, but may detonate it early.

The rebellious aristocracy, led by Mrs. Joyce, will surely keep an eye on themselves. If you make any moves, it will stimulate them.

Besides, he couldn't live without it, and Lulian couldn't afford to live up to a civil strife. Once the conflict breaks out, the blow to Lulian will be fatal.

I can only wait. It is hoped that Eugene can resolve this crisis in his own way.

Eugene said in the letter that tonight he would have a private meeting with Mrs. Joyce. And Mrs. Joyce is a person that Fano knows very well. Since she agreed to meet privately behind the other person's back, it also means that she still has hesitation and room to turn around.

Tomorrow will be the day when his rear army will set off.

Tonight, it's going to be very tormenting. (To be continued......)