At six o'clock in the morning, Eugene got up on time. When he had finished his routine rounds, sat down at the table covered with white tablecloths, and was eating breakfast while reading the reports of the front-line battles and the briefings of the battalions sent by the clerk, his chief of guard hurried in and whispered a few words in his ear.

When Eugene heard this, his brow furrowed. It wasn't until the chief guard finished speaking that he slowly put the knife and fork in his hand on the plate and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

What the chief of the guard reported was an incident that occurred in the rear camp in the early hours of this morning. It is said that while the Escort was whipping a cadet of the 1st Training Camp who had violated military discipline, a violent clash broke out between one of the cadets and the officers of the Escort......

And the most amazing thing is that the cadet actually knocked down more than a dozen soldiers one after another, a brave four-star knight and a just knight. And in the encirclement of several complete knight combat units, he successfully broke through, and finally Herman opened his mouth to persuade him to surrender, promising to explain to the Ministry of Military Justice for him, and then he was captured.

Eugene leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his brows tightly locked, his faint gaze seemed to stare out of the ceiling.

This news made him a little stunned for a while.

First of all, what surprised him was the strength of the hands-on trainee.

He knew that the rear camp was going to leave some of the trainees who had entered the camp. It is even known that some nobles are behind the scenes.

However, none of the people assigned to the rear camp are the main forces and geniuses of the major training camps, and it is said that they are all unpopular guys, so he doesn't care about it. After all, logistical escorts also need manpower. Replenishing the remaining two hundred students who were selected is not something worth paying attention to.

Judging from the report just now, Eugene realized that he was probably missing something.

An indecent cadet who was thrown into the back camp, and he was also a freshman. Can you take down a brave four-star knight and a just knight?

This is ridiculous. Even if the knights in the back camp are all private army knights, their real strength is not as good as the regular knights of the Muni City Guard under their command. But the gap in vindictiveness is there. No matter how strong a kitten is, it will not be a match for a lion.

Secondly, there is the attitude of the rear battalion guards towards those trainees of the training camp.

Only now, Eugene has heard that these cadets are after entering the camp. Not only did they not receive the attention and care they deserved, but they were treated extremely unfairly. The officers of the escort team beat and scolded them almost arbitrarily.

Not only did they live in the worst barracks, but they also ate food that was not even as good as the people's husbands, and they even had to do the work of the people's husbands.

It's not that Eugene is unaware of the arrival of new recruits in the camp, and usually encounters killer sticks to avoid the trouble caused by their strong personalities. The army needs obedience and collaboration, not individuality and angularity. No matter how tough a soldier is, he needs to be disciplined. Obey orders.

However, it is obviously not normal to use such a means on a group of trainees who have good strength and can become the main combat strength of the logistics escort team.

"What's that student's name?" asked Eugene again, frowning. The name mentioned by the captain of the guard just now seemed familiar.

"The one who was punished was called Griffin. The captain of the guard said, "The boy who did it." It's called Roy. ”

Roy!

Eugene paced a few steps, thought carefully, and suddenly remembered that someone had heard of it before, but had forgotten it for a long time. He stopped and asked, "This kid." It can't be the same Roy who took the initiative in the Grand Duke's Mansion and Scarlett, right?"

Looking at Eugene's surprised expression, the captain of the guard didn't answer directly, but just smiled bitterly, "It's also the Roy who was challenged by Kevin of the Holy Sect Martial Hall and couldn't avoid the battle." ”

"Is it really him?" said Eugene.

The city of Muni said that it was not a big deal. It's not small. The population is not too much, but it is not too much to say less. In addition, because it is the capital of Lulian and has an important location as a strategic location and transportation hub, there are many caravans, mercenaries, freelancers, entertainers, officials and even bandits and thieves who come and go from south to north.

On weekdays, everyone has their own different circle of life and communication, and the topics that interest the nobles and the slums are usually different.

Among the aristocracy, a nobleman who had just made a fortune from the successful trafficking of spice tea was perhaps a star figure. And among the civilians, the kid who fought with a gang of hooligans yesterday, or got into the boudoir of a wealthy lady, is the center of the conversation.

People tend to focus only on what's happening in their own class and in the circles they have access to. Celebrities in the eyes of aristocrats, when asked about commoners, may not be at a loss. And the guys who are hotly discussed by the commoners may be so lowly to the aristocracy that they are disdainful.

No matter where it happens, it spreads by relying on the discussion on the streets and alleys after tea and dinner. If there is no particularly attractive topic, maybe what happens in this town may not be able to spread to neighboring towns in a month.

Therefore, it is difficult for people from different walks of life in Muni City to pay attention to the same person at the same time, except for the war situation that can be announced in the unknown hall, or a certain secret story that everyone knows about the big people who can't help but talk about it.

Roy, on the other hand, is one of them.

For this kid who has only been in Muni City for a few months, even Eugene, who usually focuses on military affairs, has heard about it many times on different occasions.

Eugene is not very interested in this kid beating Scarlett and a group of noble children at the Grand Duke Adolf's ball, and about the conflict between him and the Lanrith family. However, he always remembered that under the city of Medding, the thin figure in the light of the fire crow.

At that time, Eugene was also standing on the hillside, standing next to Grand Duke Adolf, watching the battle situation!

Because of his busy schedule, he doesn't have any contact with Roy on weekdays. Therefore, Eugene has long forgotten about this teenager. Only occasionally when he hears people talk about it, he will think of that thrilling night, and think of that bloody scene.

But he never thought that this young man would be assigned to the back camp. And there was such a strict conflict with the rear camp guard!

Eugene rubbed his eyebrows.

Thinking of Herman and the officers of the Logistics Guard, of the lords they were loyal to, and of the rumors about Roy, he had a rough idea of what was going on.

This is some time. The struggle between him and the aristocracy, led by Mrs. Joyce, had gradually become public.

In order to make this improvised patchwork of troops into a shape, in order to arrange the defense of Muni City and its surroundings, for logistics supply, intelligence reconnaissance, military camp construction and recruit training. He was so exhausted that he could rest for less than five prayer hours a day.

And it was in such a severe war situation, in such a busy affair, that he had to devote most of his energy to fighting with Lady Joyce for control of this army. It really made him feel a little tired.

Eugene walked to the window and looked at the hot barracks.

From the moment he took over the military affairs of Muni City, his goal was clear. For him, the most important thing right now is three things!

The first piece. It is to pinch this unit in hand so that it can form combat effectiveness in the shortest possible time. to take on the defense of Muni City and its surroundings.

The second is to ensure the logistical supply of the Mooney City Guard, the Red Leaf Knights, and the Twelfth Legion of the Imperial Frontier Army on the front line. So that it has no worries.

The third is to successively transfer troops to the front line according to the situation on the front line, so as to increase the proportion of our own side in the scale of victory and defeat in this battle.

None of these three things can be slackened.

The battle ahead. It is slowly unfolding under the auspices of Fano, can you rescue Archduke Adolf. It's up to this battle. And once at a critical moment, something goes wrong in the rear, the blow to Lulian and even the entire imperial war situation will be fatal.

In the past few days, he has launched an investigation into Madame Joyce and the gang of nobles headed by her, through various channels.

The results of the survey. Not optimistic. The shadow of the Lanrith man looms behind him.

Eugene has never been a soft-hearted or indecisive person. If he could, he wouldn't mind using thunderous tactics to capture these betrayers. Even if they haven't done anything substantial, there is just the possibility of betrayal. He can do it too.

However, the reality is that he cannot act rashly.

The reason why he rejected the similar mentions of the generals under his command before and insisted on taking a moderate line was because the current situation in Muni City really could not withstand any turmoil. Moreover, the strength in his hands is not enough for him to complete such a heavy action.

In the army, those nobles mastered almost half. Both sides are roughly equal.

What is more important now is the more than 6,000 trainees of the training camp and more than 3,000 rabble. Whoever can master this part of the power will have the upper hand in the army.

However, among these people, their own authority is not necessarily stronger than that of the nobles who actively co-opt and buy. In addition, the aristocrats have Lanris people behind their backs, and in terms of high-end power, they can't take advantage of it.

If it is launched rashly, but it cannot be done in one fell swoop, then the situation in the entire city of Muni will be eroded.

The nobles who tear their faces will no longer have any scruples. They will not hesitate to jump aboard the ship of the Lanrithians and send their allegiance to the Loulian family to the grave of history!

At that time, there will be no return.

Eugene groaned.

Among the current barracks, the one that makes him feel uncontrollable the most is the rear camp.

Although in terms of combat effectiveness, the rear battalion is the weakest and most unsightly in the entire barracks. But in terms of importance, the rear battalion is the basis of the combat effectiveness of this army.

If there is no logistical supply, no weapons and food, no tents and cotton clothes, no transport teams, no siege equipment, no maintenance, no manpower to build camps, rescue the wounded, build roads and bridges, and any army is rootless.

However, now the entire rear camp is under the control of the nobles headed by Mrs. Joyce. They controlled the supply of supplies in the rear battalion, as well as the convoys, men, and guards there.

Every officer in the rear battalion was a knight of the noble private army. From the junior officers such as the squad leader to the commander of the escort team, they have built a hierarchical system from the bottom to the top, which is interlocking. Their own people simply can't get involved.

Holding the back camp in her hand means that Mrs. Joyce is choking this army.

Eugene's mind was spinning.

According to the original plan, in two days, it will be the day when the second group of troops will leave for the front.

This group of troops, which is the rear army of the main force of the Mooney City Guard led by Fano, has already been assembled outside the city, waiting for the completion of logistics and the final order to operate.

And now. Mrs. Joyce has been using various excuses to delay logistical supplies. Whether it's supplies or transportation, it's a mess. If it drags on like this, I'm afraid that the front line is already in full swing, and General Fano won't be able to wait for his troops.

Originally, Eugene wanted to talk to Mrs. Joyce again. And today, the chief of the guard brought this news. But he vaguely saw an opportunity to insert his hand into the back camp.

The more than 200 trainees in the training camp obviously suffered unfair treatment in the back camp. And the public punishment that happened in the early hours of this morning is also very problematic.

This also means that if he intervenes under the pretext of protecting the trainees in the training camp and investigating the bullying of recruits in the army, he may be able to tear a hole in the iron plate of the rear camp.

At the same time, this thing. It also has a great impact on other training camp students. The so-called common hatred and hatred and the same identity will make them naturally stand on the side of the bullied students. Doing it yourself will be of great benefit to attract these students in the future.

However, the kid named Roy was finally captured. And that Herman. He also publicly admitted his mistakes, even apologized and promised to improve the treatment of the trainees.

This makes it. I missed the best opportunity to intervene.

And if it is forcibly intervened, I am afraid that it will immediately cause a strong backlash from Mrs. Joyce and a group of nobles. The back camp is their forbidden territory, and no one will be allowed to touch it. Especially yourself. If there is not enough reason, any move by oneself will be considered a declaration of war!

Eugene shook his head, it wasn't what he wanted!

But. If you just sit on the sidelines and miss this opportunity, you may never have the opportunity again.

Now, I don't dare to tear my face and do it, Mrs. Joyce's side. How dare you?

They had been retainers of the Loulian family for decades and swore allegiance. If it is not until the last minute, they are not willing to openly bear the reputation of traitors. They are now fighting for control of the army, just to make the situation develop in the direction they want without too much heat, so that Archduke Adolf will not be able to return as the Lanreis want.

They will disguise their intentions on the grounds that they have made mistakes in their own decisions, that they are serious about defending the city of Muni, and that they are protecting the interests of most of the nobles and the lives of the commoners of Lurian, but they are not willing to take the initiative to betray and fall into the hands of others.

After all, whoever rules the empire, they all live here, all need to deal with other nobles in the land, all need connections, fame, and a relatively safe environment.

And once they bear the reputation of traitors, they will always sit on pins and needles in the indifferent gaze and fierce eyes of other nobles.

I didn't dare to do it rashly, the other party was unwilling to do it first, and both sides knew each other's scruples.

Therefore, now is the best time to fight for the control of the army. As long as there is an irrefutable opportunity, he can intervene openly and honestly, and make those nobles speechless.

It's a pity!

If that kid ....... again,

Eugene sighed.

"Let the Judge Advocate General's Office pay close attention, but don't intervene in a hurry......," Eugene pondered, and said in a deep voice, "Wait and see......"

"Yes!"

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This morning, the clash in the rear camp was sealed off by Herman's order, but when the morning sun began to burn, the news had spread to the barracks through some private channels.

The camp of the rabble, the training has just ended.

The knights rode their horses to the railing of the sprint training ground, handed over their sweaty horses to the soldiers to lead them to slow down their sweat, and took off their heavy battle armor, revealing their shiny and strong bodies, exchanging the gains and losses of the training they had just trained.

The fighters on the training ground also walked to the edge of the training ground in groups. Some are holding water bottles, some are shirtless and show their muscles to their companions, and some are so tired that they sit on the ground and don't even want to move. There are also loud and noisy, and they seem to be still worried about the victory or defeat in the sparring just now.

The aisle between the wooden houses and tents in the camp area is bustling with people coming and going. The cook carrying the cauldron, the servant leading the horse, the patrol guards, and the well-dressed officers rushed to and fro. Footsteps, talking, shouting, mingling into a buzzing sound.

"Hey. You see, isn't that a battalion of Agul?"

Several warriors who had just finished their training and were standing under the flagpole chatting, followed the fingers of one of them and looked at a group of knights. The leader is wearing a suit of heavy armor. Tall and burly, with a grim face, hurried past them.

"Tsk," said a warrior with a heavy sword in surprise, "he's Aguli." ”

"It's him!, the head wolf of our first battalion of the rabble!" said the companion beside him with awe-inspiring eyes.

Compared with other units in the army, the rabble is the place where strength is most respected.

Military law and discipline are far less binding on these guys who have signed a fixed-term service contract than a cold look from a powerful companion. An understatement, or a hard fist that grows rapidly in front of your eyes, will work.

The rabble has its own rules.

This rule has been ingrained for thousands of years. Even the highest general in the army, when dealing with the rabble, must follow the rules of the rabble. What a position of power, in front of the rules of the rabble, is a fart!

An officer sent from the army. Unless you have enough strength and ability to convince everyone, otherwise. I don't want to get everyone's approval and obedience.

On the contrary, a companion who is strong enough to lead everyone to survive on the battlefield, even if he is a bandit, an ordinary commoner, or even a slave. His words will be taken as holy decrees.

This is the rule of the rabble.

Here, only the truly strong can be trusted and obeyed.

In recent days, more and more people have joined the rabble as the war situation on the front line has become tense.

Among these people. There are refugees who have lost their homes and relatives and want revenge, there are knights who stand up to defend the country and defend this land and honor, there are reckless young men who don't know the height of the sky, there are noble children who can't inherit the family title and want to find another way, there are also mercenaries and all kinds of outlaws who want to make achievements in this era and fight for a glory and wealth in history.

Either impulsively, or deliberately, or with their own guards, dressed in expensive armor, riding precious riding beasts, or dressed in ragged cloth and unarmed, they walked into the barracks and gathered together.

And with the familiarity with each other and hard training, some of the fighters with outstanding strength have come to the fore and become leaders that everyone can trust.

They were called "head wolves".

The guy who can stand out in the rabble and get everyone's approval or even surrender, whether it is a big-headed wolf or a small-headed wolf, is not a simple character.

Take, for example, Agul in the 1st battalion.

It was heard that this burly and taciturn middle-aged knight, when he first entered the camp, wore an old chain mail and a dirty and rotten cloak, and there were few things of value on his whole body, except for a sword at his waist.

Look at him Mune, some guys who don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth still want to bully him and give him a dismount. As a result, Agul, who repeatedly provoked them and didn't want to deal with them, beat more than thirty by himself that afternoon.

From the squadron to the squadron, and then from the squadron to the brigade, he beat all the unconvinced guys one by one.

Since then, no one has dared to provoke him.

Later, everyone heard that this burly and glorious knight had served in the border army before, and not only had extraordinary strength, but also had extremely rich experience in leading troops and combat.

Now, Agul is already the captain of the first brigade of the 1st battalion. In the first battalion, his prestige was exceedingly high. Sit firmly on the throne of the head wolf. Even if the battalion commander spoke, it didn't work for Aguli. It can be said that he is the real leader of the 1st battalion of the rabble.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the backs of Agul and the knights who followed him, disappearing into the door of a large wooden barracks at the corner of the aisle of the chaotic camp, a warrior turned back with some surprise, looked at his companion with wide eyes, and asked.

"Have you noticed that their faces are so scary? ”

His words immediately sparked a chord of resonance.

"yes! I found out. ”

"Lord Agul's appearance is like trying to eat people. That's not usually the case!"

While they were talking, suddenly, a carriage with a bucket hurriedly dodged to the side of the road, followed by a group of patrol guards standing up and saluting, the chaotic crowd parted a passage, and several knights hurried past without saying a word with calm faces, and walked towards the barracks where Agul and the others had entered.

"It's the head wolf of the second battalion. Debata!"

More and more people are beginning to find the atmosphere abnormal. Everyone watched in amazement as these knights passed by and talked about it.

"I heard that he and Agul were brothers in distress and entered the camp on the same day. Aguli became the first wolf in the first battalion, and he became the first wolf in the second battalion. That strength ...... Gee. None of them dared to disagree. ”

"I heard that the former battalion commander of the second battalion was driven away by Debata?"

"What's so strange about that, that guy is annoying and immoral. The people below were not convinced of him. As soon as Debata came, he suppressed the entire second battalion. He also tried to take Debata under the knife, but he was beaten up. What if you don't go?"

"This Debata is domineering enough!"

"That's there! The whole camp went and asked. Even the captain knight of the Mooney City Guard of the brigade under General Eugene, few dare to argue with Debata!"

"My God, how can Debata also have the same face as Aguli. It's like killing someone. Which bad luck provoked these two?"

Under discussion. Another group of knights passed by. Then came the fourth, fifth...... In less than ten minutes, almost all the big and small wolves have already appeared. And these people, all of them had cold faces, and they went into the barracks without saying a word.

When the last of the knights entered the barracks and slammed the wooden door shut, the people present. They all looked at each other in disbelief.

Rabble. It has always been synonymous with a ragtag force. It is necessary to have discipline without discipline, to have combat effectiveness without combat effectiveness, to fight a favorable battle and to rush to be the first, and to scatter and flee in all directions as soon as it encounters a strong enemy, and the only role is only when the troops are insufficient. Get together a few people and do some chores.

But such a rabble has now become the sweets of this new army.

The reason is because of the existence of these head wolves.

These powerful knights come from different places. They have different accents and have different personalities and habits. However, one thing is the same, and that is their extraordinary strength, superior leadership, and rich combat experience.

Under their leadership, the combat effectiveness of this group of rabble troops has risen by more than one notch. The rank in the army is only below the remaining Mooney City Guards and the most elite knights of the noble private army. Even those nobles whose eyes are above the top also put down their bodies to woo and show goodwill.

Ordinary rabble soldiers walked in the barracks, all holding their chests up and looking forward to pride, not to mention the head wolf.

In terms of status, these "head wolves" of the rabble army are far higher than most of the middle and low-level officers. With a high status, the weight of speech is naturally heavy, and the life is naturally comfortable and comfortable. On weekdays, everyone is smiling and amiable.

Today, though.......

"Hey, old Glover, do you know what's going on?"

A short, strong man asked aloud an old sergeant sitting on a stone mending an iron pot.

This skinny, weasel-like old sergeant with a weasel-like face and slitted eyes, Glover, is the oldest member of the rabble, and is recognized as a living fossil and a jack of all trades.

This old man was originally a knight's retinue. Later, the knight he was following died from his horse in a knightly joust. Glover, who lost his job, joined the Mooney City Guard as a soldier guarding the city gates.

This is many years.

Originally, the old man was too old, and he should have left the army a long time ago and found a place to retire. But this guy is a good gambler, he can't save money, he has no wife and no children for the rest of his life, and he is afraid that he won't be able to survive for a day after leaving the army. I just stayed and did some tinkering work.

After the outbreak of the war, the Grand Duke recruited a rabble, and the old man belonged to the old, weak, sick and disabled members of the Muni City Guard, who could not be used, and had no place to settle down, so he was simply sent here. In addition to doing some tinkering work, he also served as a liaison between the rabble and the Muni City Guard.

The old man is very popular and extremely well-informed, and basically asks him about anything.

Hearing the short and strong man's question, old Glover raised his head, and in the eyes of everyone, silently pointed outside the camp wall.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw only a tall forest outside the camp wall and a lookout stone tower in the distance.

There it is—

"Logistics convoy?"

The old man nodded and said in a low voice, "That's what happened this morning." ”

Everyone was a little stunned.

What happened this morning in the logistics convoys, many of them, already know.

I heard that in this clash that took place in the early hours of the morning, the officers of the logistics escort team first tried to cut a cadet who had violated military rules and whipped him in public to deter other cadets. Unexpectedly, the students reacted violently, and one of them even blatantly moved.

What was shocking was that the kid who did it not only wounded a dozen soldiers in front of all the members of the escort, but even killed two knights.

Of course, no matter how powerful he is, he can't be the opponent of the entire logistics escort team. In the end, I heard that he was still taken down. Now in the cell under the guard's stone tower in the direction of Glover's fingers.

Although this incident is surprising, for the fighters of the rabble, it has little to do with them.

Nobody likes the guys in the logistics guard.

In Pingsuri, the knights of the aristocratic private army were all arrogant up and down, looking at people's nostrils facing the sky, and feeling superior to others. Treat the camp as their backyard, and let no one else touch it. The soldiers in the battalion are often beaten and scolded, which makes people hate it when they look at it.

Therefore, since entering the camp, the officers and men of the rabble have basically had little contact with the rear battalion. When they met outside the camp, in the city, and in the tavern, they also looked at each other coldly, and they didn't even say hello.

At this moment, when they heard this farce in the back camp, everyone just regarded it as a hilarity. In the small talk, more than half of it was sympathy for those students.

Which of the three major training camps in the empire is not the best knight talent. If you put it in other places, it will definitely be regarded as a treasure and taken seriously. However, in the logistics escort team of the not high level, they were treated like this.

Everyone doesn't know what those noble private knights are trying to do. But they knew that if they weren't forced to hurry, no idiot would choose to fight the entire logistics escort team with one person!

Everyone admired the kid's bloodiness and felt sorry for him.

A barracks is a barracks after all. Even if he has the status of a training camp student, even if the guys in the logistics escort team are too deceitful, even if his strength is surprising, it is impossible for him to break this solid iron curtain by himself.

Under the joint oppression of military regulations and military law, and the knights of the private army and the nobles behind them, he is nothing more than a lamb in the sheepfold, a fish at the bottom of the kettle. When he comes out of prison again, even if he has nine lives, I'm afraid that at most half of them will be left.

Of course, sympathy or not, but unfortunately, people don't think it has anything to do with them.

Therefore, when they saw that the faces of the wolves were wrong, everyone didn't think about it at all. Even if old Glover talks about it at this moment, most people don't believe it - the head wolves can't fight with the badly injured boys, right?!

"Glover, what does this have to do with our leaders?" asked the short, stout man with a puzzled expression.

"It's not just about them, it's about our rabble. Old Glover sneered, "Do you know the name of the student who was locked up?"

"What's the name?" someone asked aloud.

"His name is Roy!"

Old Glover said, adding, "That Roy from Edin City!"

The crowd was stunned for a moment, and then exploded...... (To be continued......)