The conference room fell silent.

Roy stood in the corner and peeked. From the moment Mo Ya proposed the idea of a coalition force, the atmosphere seemed a little delicate. The expression on everyone's face is different. There are surprises, sneers, frowns....... different expressions make up the same word - suspicion!

Roy wasn't very good at military affairs. The myriad of survival skills taught by his childhood teachers did not include the unprofitable professions of commanding armies and strategic analysis. Besides, they are all from the lowest level of society, and they are not good at this kind of game of strategy.

So when it comes to military affairs, Roy is a complete layman. Although he was also concerned about the situation of the war, his judgment of the war situation was not based on knowledge and theory, but purely from intuition.

Now, Roy's instinct is telling him that Moya's mention is correct!

As we all know, the Saint-Solan Empire is like a plate of loose sand.

While the cavalry of Philet followed the fingers of Peter I to attack the city, the army of Philet did not know whose command to take. While the nobles of Philip were running at full strength like a sophisticated war machine under the command of a voice, the nobles of the Saint-Soran Empire were still on the lookout for each other.

Although Edward I made great efforts to achieve this, the shortcomings of the empire for decades could not be solved overnight.

The empire was now a complete mess, Edward could not command Donald's men, and the orders of the military department and the high command could not be effectively carried out. The twelve frontier legions and the five knight orders went their own way, and the nobles in various places were grouped according to the criteria of geography and distant relatives.

Command, logistics and coordination of all aspects. It's hard to believe that Saint Solan is fighting an empire-level war. Even the division of labor between him and Oliver to catch rabbits in the jungle is clearer than that.

In the southwest, for example, the army of the Lulian theater alone included the Red Leaf Knights, the Fifth and Twelfth Legions of the Frontier Army, as well as the noble armies from different regions and the troops of Archduke Adolf himself. It is unbelievable that these units, although they belong to the same theater of operations, can be among each other. There is no subordinate relationship.

Nominally, the Grand Duke of Adolf, as the master of the Duchy of Lulian, had supreme command. However, in the first battle of Medin City, he even had to rely on the support of the royal family and the military department to get the Fifth Army to accept the battle plan of guarding the front line of Medin City. That's it, in the end, it was put on the side by the Fifth Legion. Almost wiped out.

If it was the Philip Empire, the commander of the legion, Marquis Peli, would have been executed by the royal military judge long ago. But in the Saint-Solan Empire, Adolf didn't even wait for an apology from Peli. And, if he wants to keep his territory or get help, then he'd better keep quiet.

It's bad, it's ridiculous, but that's the way it is.

If Moya's judgment was correct, then Roy was completely convinced, not long after. The attacking Ferrets will be like an iron hammer, stringing together the Longmen Theater in the west, the Lulian Theater in the south, and the territories of the southwestern nobles in between. It's like skewering three pieces of bloody lamb on a blazing grill!

The fates of these three regions will become entangled and become grasshoppers on a rope. If there was no unified command and mobilization, he couldn't imagine how this battle would have been fought.

But. Just look at the expressions on everyone's faces. Roy knew it wasn't going to be easy. Whether it is a border army general or a nobleman like Ashley, they are used to controlling themselves. No one wants to put their army under someone else's command.

Moreover. Even if they wanted to, the people behind them wouldn't allow it. The army is the guarantor of power. Put the army in someone else's hands. It's as unsafe as putting a knife in someone else's hand. If you admit the other party's command again, it is simply putting your own head in a noose...,

Therefore, in the conference room at this moment, in addition to silence, there is still silence.

Grand Duke Adolf didn't seem to expect that Mo Ya would propose such a proposal, and he was a little embarrassed for a while. The eyes of the crowd made him feel that the ball he held and the meeting he convened seemed like a premeditated seizure of power.

"Mo Ya," Archduke Adolf looked at Mo Ya, his voice low and urgent, "you are"

"My Tiyì is completely out of consideration for the battle situation," Mo Ya looked around calmly, "I think, everyone understands our situation, and should know that only by uniting and fighting side by side can we possibly compete with the Filies!"

"Miss Moya, with all due respect, you may be too nervous," Marquis Ashley furrowed his brows and said lightly, "The danger you predicted is based on the assumption that the Ferrets in the Western Theater had a bad brain to attack Lulian, and I don't think that will happen, and, even if it does, we will be able to defeat them!"

As he spoke, Ashley turned his head to look at Archduke Adolf: "I believe that this was not my old friend's idea. He doesn't calculate others in this way. ”

Old Ashley's words almost didn't point to his nose and say that this was Mo Ya and the royal family using Adolf to seize power.

The atmosphere became more awkward and tense.

The nobles had different expressions, Philip smiled bitterly and remained silent, and Qiu Shanhai, the commander of the 12th Legion of the Border Army, had half-closed his eyes and seemed to be about to fall asleep.

"It was my idea," Mo Ya said, staring at the Marquis of Ashley, "and if anyone thinks it's a calculation, they would be underestimating me." Believe me, if I were to count someone, I would never do it this way. ”

Everyone's hearts were stunned. No one doubted Mo Ya's words. The reason is simple - for the Inspectorate, this approach is too mild.

Marquis Ashley snorted coldly and twisted his head away.

He wasn't afraid of Mo Ya, but if he wanted to keep a good mood in the future, he wouldn't try to provoke the monsters from the Ministry of Supervision.

"It's just my advice," Mo Ya said, looking around, "accept it or not, it's up to you to decide whether to accept it or not." However, there are some things that I must say earlier."

"First of all. Among the twelve frontier legions and the five major knight regiments of the empire, in addition to the destroyed fourth and ninth legions and the troops deployed in the three major theaters, the military department only has four border legions and three knight orders of tigers, star shields, and angry bears. ”

Mo Ya's voice was a little cold.

"These forces are already stretched thin for the defense of the imperial capital and the surrounding areas. Once the war situation in the southwest is eroded, the emperor's ** department will not be able to draw a single soldier to support. To be able to do this far, His Majesty has done his best. ”

The crowd exchanged heads and ears.

"Secondly, if the Ferley Army breaks through the Longmen Theater and goes south, it will bring great pressure to the south, if" Mo Ya looked at the Marquis of Ashley, "the Marquis of Ashley and his friends will not be able to stop the attack of Ferley. Then, Lulian will not only expose his back to the butcher's knife of the Firean army, but also the large influx of refugees into Lulian will also bring more problems, food, security, and epidemics, and the entire Lulian theater will collapse. ”

Mo Ya's fierce gaze swept over everyone's faces.

"I have to give a warning. As a member of the Saint-Soran Empire. You are defending not only your territory, but also the land of the Empire. This is the responsibility of a nobleman from the moment he swears allegiance" She walked slowly in front of the Marquis of Ashley, "I will not interfere with your choice, as long as you can win, I will be happy to see it happen." But if this leads to the erosion of the battle situation, I swear. I'll get to the bottom of it!"

The meeting is over.

When the preoccupied generals and lords are leaving. Sophia accompanied Mo Ya into the garden. ..., "Moya, you shouldn't threaten Uncle Ashley, he's an old friend of my father. "Sophia has long hair in a silvery-white shawl. In the light of the horse lantern, there is a pale yellow halo. The unicorn roams silently through the woods at dusk. Circle around her affectionately.

"Soon it won't be anymore. Mo Ya looked at Sophia and said seriously, "He is Donald's man, and he has defected to Donald three years ago." ”

"I know. Sophia gently stroked Twilight's face.

"Now that you know," Mo Ya frowned.

My father thought it was just a matter of choice, and Uncle Ashley had his own problems. Donald may not be able to do anything with us, but he can threaten Uncle Ashley's family," Sophia said, "and, even if it weren't for that, my father wouldn't have accepted such a suggestion." It made him feel like he was taking advantage of the fire. ”

"This is war!" Mo Ya exclaimed, "He can't put the whole southwest in danger for the sake of friendship and face. ”

Her suddenly amplified voice startled Roy, who was seven or eight meters behind them.

Sophia lowered her head, rubbing against the smooth skin of the twilight, and did not make a sound.

Mo Ya took a deep breath, calmed her feelings, and said in a low voice: "You should know that this is unfair to the empire and to everyone. If you rule here, you should be responsible. Do you know how many people will die if the battle is eroded?"

Sophia nodded and looked at Mo Ya calmly, "But, it's not just our responsibility, isn't it?"

The two looked at each other.

After a long time, Mo Ya sighed, turned her head to look into the distance, and said, "I admit that the four major families also have a great responsibility for today's results. Over the years, we've given Donald too many opportunities to curb imperial power. So much so that now we don't even have a way to be unanimous with the outside world. ”

"And what about this time," Sophia said lightly, "if Edward Majesty can't achieve your goals, have you prepared a second plan, for example, to choose a new leader?"

Mo Ya suddenly turned her head and said word by word: "Believe me, there are five major families in the Saint Solan Empire. Maybe there will be a conflict of interest between us, but now, we will definitely be on the same front!"

"I believe in you," Sophia said, "but I don't trust anyone else around you." ”

"Forget it, let's not argue about this issue," Mo Ya shook her head with a wry smile and said, "The biggest problem now is that this empire doesn't look like a complete country anymore. If fifty years ago, war would have been a qiē. A wartime decree can throw anyone who disobeys an order to jail. But now"

She was silent for a long time before she said bitterly, "The nobles have forgotten their oath of allegiance for a long time. Everyone is accustomed to standing on the sidelines and watching Donald and the royal family fight and profit from it. Even this war, in their eyes, is just a bigger opportunity, do you know why Sherlock died?"

"Why?" asked Sophia.

"He's treasonous!" said Mo Ya, word for word, "we can tolerate him being Donald's dog, and we can tolerate his other mistakes." But. We cannot tolerate him being silent when he is aware of the imminent dispatch of the Philets. Let the eyes and ears of the Ministry of Supervision, the empire, become an ornament!"

Sophia had some bad premonitions in her heart.

It has been a year and a half since the former Minister of Supervision, Sherlock. She paid more attention to what she had heard about Mo Ya and the Ministry of Supervision in the recent past. She and her subordinates moved too much. It is said that at least more than double-digit aristocrats have been arrested. Don't

Sure enough, as Sophia expected. Mo Ya continued, "It's not just him, there are many people who have done the same thing. They either had a secret relationship with the Philaetes, or they had a nose with the Pompeii Empire. Many people have even been ready to be loyal to Philip and Pompeii and continue to be their nobles after the destruction of the country!"..., "How many people are like this?" A trace of shock flashed in Sophia's eyes.

"It's too much you can't imagine. Mo Ya said with half-squinted eyes, "If you look at the report of the Ministry of Supervision, you will know how dangerous the empire is now!"

Sophia was silent.

A year and a half ago, Princess Eretia's experience in Lulian had already made her feel the crisis.

In Loulian. Under the noses of his father and himself, a small Viscount Wenger, who dared to be recognized as confronting the royal family by defecting to the Holy See and the Golden Dragon Family, not only was he rude to the princess, but also sent troops to assist the Templars in chasing down the princess's guardian knights, and then colluded with bandits to loot!

This kind of thinking. If it were not for the extremely deep soil among the nobility. It is absolutely impossible for Wenger and his son Matthew to come out of the minds of Wenger and his son Matthew for no apparent reason.

Sophia could well imagine what they would do when the war threatened the rule and interests of these guys, and when they found out that the camp of the Saint Soran Empire was in danger.

Moya's words. Not alarmist!

"War is cruel," Mo Ya said. "When necessary, we must be more brutal than our enemies to avoid making mistakes. Just like you do in Medin City."

She turned her head to look at Roy not far away, saw that he was facing away, and said in a low voice: "The Fifth Legion has disobeyed the order and has placed the entire Luli in danger, what will happen if you don't choose to sacrifice the rabble to block the enemy at that time, or if the rabble refuses to carry out your orders?"

Sophia stared into the distance, silent.

"But now, not to mention that the royal family sent people to command the battle, even if we build a southwest coalition army, we can't do it. Mo Ya said coldly, "Don't the Marquis of Ashley know the benefits of uniting? He understands! But they are more worried about their interests! Believe me, only one day, when the Marquis of Ashley and other nobles who think the same way understand what unity and obedience are, will we really have the possibility of winning this war!"

She concluded, "What His Majesty Edward lacks now is power and the awe of the nobility. We need to win. Only constant victories can allow His Majesty's will and the orders of the military headquarters to be carried out instead of confrontation. And until then, Lulian must not be implicated by Ashley's selfishness and arrogance"

"Don't be soft-hearted," Moya whispered in Sophia's ear, "if the Marquis of Ashley can defeat the Philerites, he will still be a good friend of your father, but if he suffers a defeat, you will find that the Ferley army will miraculously pass through their heavily guarded territory and appear under the city of Muni." Until then"

Sophia looked into Moya's eyes for a long time, patted Twilight's neck lightly, and turned to leave.

Mo Ya watched Sophia's back and disappear out of the woods. Turning around and tilting his head, he looked at Roy. Roy was furious by her, and said suspiciously, "What?"

"My dear brother, there's something I need you to know," Mo Ya walked up to Roy, smiled and took his arm, "Afraid of getting into trouble?"

"I'm afraid. "Royne is authentic.

Mo Ya sneered and laughed out loud

"What do you think, Mr. Karenich?" Roy and Karenic got into Gustas's carriage as they left the Duke's castle.

The carriage followed the path on the hillside where the castle was located towards the center of the city. Gustas frowned and asked, reflecting on what Grand Duke Adolf had said to him and the other two camp directors in private at the end of the meeting.

"News from the front that seventeen more large troop carriers of the Firetes have arrived in the southern harbor," Archduke Adolf looked worried, "their strength is far greater than it was before the Battle of Medin, and although I am reluctant to admit it, I have to say that if Moya's judgment is true, then we may prepare your boys, and I will have the equipment sent over in the near future." ”...,

The three major training camps of the empire have been a member of the imperial ** organization since its inception. Both the instructor and the cadet have the status of a reservist. They receive training in peacetime and conscription in wartime, participate in combat, and have the obligation and function of assisting in resisting aggression.

Because those who can be admitted to the academy are all knights of the armed rank or above, and they have magicians and stronger teachings, therefore, the three branches are a very powerful force.

However, as a reserve of imperial force, this kind of power will not be used. In the more than a year since the outbreak of the war, Archduke Adolf had never made such a request, and he did not even use a single person in the training camp in the terrible situation before the Battle of Medin City.

Now, since he made this request, it means that he is really starting to worry.

"You're asking about the southward movement of the Phillips?"

Karenic had a lot of respect for the dean, and he had just seen with his own eyes how Gustas and the other two magicians defended the young master, and the vicious appearance of the three old men showed that they cared about Roy. The sea of fire and meteorites suspended overhead completely destroyed the castle's posture.

"Yes," Gustas nodded, and looked at the experienced former Knight Leader with Roy, "What is the likelihood that the Ferrets in the Dragon Gate War Zone will go south?"

"Miss Moya is right. Karenic sighed and said without hesitation, "If the Firean army breaks through the Longmen defensive line, then they will not be able to go south, but they will definitely go south." ”

"Why?" said Gustas in surprise.

"Because of the Pompeii Empire," replied Karenici, "you know, the Pompeii Empire borders only the north of our Saint-Solan, and cannot reach us to the south. On this basis alone, if I were Peter I, I would also eat and digest the south first, and then attack the north.

The benefits of this are twofold. First, across the north of Saint-Solan, the Pompeii Empire could not snatch the fruits of my victory. Now that they are sending troops, they must face the resistance of Saint Solan, and they will not lightly point the finger at me. Second, if they wait until I attack the north before sending troops, I will swallow at least half of them first. ”

Gustas and Roy stammered.

After a long time, Gustas sighed and said heavily: "It seems that we really have to get ready." ”

In the carriage, there was silence.

Roy looked out the window, his eyes flashing

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