His words caused the audience to laugh, "Jetton, if you can throw that kid on the pig farm to raise pigs, I'll give you that bottle of Maple Leaf Winery's good wine." Another general laughed loudly.

"But I guess he didn't dare, don't be thrown into the pig farm by then." This remark caused the audience to laugh again.

And the old general named Jetton was so angry that his huge hooked nose turned red. "When has it been and you still laughing?", he yelled.

"I don't believe you didn't see the absurdity of this battle plan, the center of the flowering? If the dark elves were so easily defeated, we old guys who have fought all our lives would have gone home and sold sweet potatoes a long time ago. As he spoke, he sat back in his seat with a snort, and his big nose was still twitching with anger.

"It's not that I didn't bring it up, who let that kid not listen? Rigid and conceited, bent on going his own way, I, ah, just wait to see the kid's jokes. Someone said in a weird way.

In the entire conference room, not a single one of the generals spoke out against it, and one can imagine how unpopular and annoying the person who formulated the plan was, and how unfavorable they were about that battle plan.

"Hey, just let that guy mess around, what if the dark elves really rushed in? Another said worriedly.

"Hey, look at you, the sky is falling and the tall man is holding it up. I heard, I heard, some time ago, the Duke moved to the north of the Giant Rock Fort, carried by his old man, what do we have to be afraid of. A general beside him said as if chatting about gossip.

"Liston, your old boy's son-in-law is the Duke's personal guard, and this news must be true. No wonder you have seen your old god here these days, and you have to compensate us for our jokes. The other generals weren't happy.

"Well, don't lie to me, Lord Duke's whereabouts, how dare I reveal them in advance. Hey, I'm kind enough to say it, and you're just thinking about how to take advantage of me, aren't you?"

Several other gray-haired old men also laughed. The people who can discuss military affairs in this conference room are all the core figures in the northern army, and they are all old comrades-in-arms for decades, and there is no need to put on any official shows with each other.

Besides, the army doesn't eat that set.

While they were talking, there was a knock on the door, and a herald entered the conference room, delivering the latest orders to the generals.

"Generals, this is the latest order of the commander, please follow it word for word. The herald deliberately accentuated his tone on the exact four words.

"Hmph. General Jetton lay on the map and looked at it for a while, "It seems that our commander is really a three-year-old child, and he has arranged for us where to set up camp, what weapons to use, and what tactics to adopt. He couldn't help but complain again.

"Expedient changes, I don't understand the situation, this is a war, it's just playing a house. ”

Several other generals stepped forward and confirmed the order one by one. At this time, of course, they were extremely dissatisfied in their hearts, and they would not accept the orders of the foreign monarch, which has been circulated since ancient times, and directly expounded a simple truth: the battle situation is changing rapidly, and the general must always make judgments according to the changes in the battle situation and command the battle. How can it be that you have to wait for the monarch's order every time, otherwise the daylily will be cold.

However, this latest order directly deprives them of the right to make decisions on the spot, how can there be such a war in this world. It's just that no matter how dissatisfied these generals are, now that person has the handsome staff given by the Duke, they can only follow it.

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And El, who has been working as a coolie for the past few days, feels that something is wrong. In the past few days, the workload of the felons in the convict camp has increased sharply, and several of them have been so tired that they vomit blood, but they are still whipped up, and they are vomiting blood while working, and I am afraid that they will not survive for a few days.

Not only the prisoners in the convict camp, but also the regular soldiers joined in the fortification project. The surrounding wall has been thickened from one floor to three tiers. The warriors intensified their efforts to mine the stone blocks and build a bright fort along the stone wall. They traveled for a long time, brought in a lot of timber, and made a very large number of fences and antlers. The camp was lit day and night, and the craftsmen who accompanied him were racing against time to build large iron chains, and Al understood at a glance that this was used to connect the carts to form another wall.

As if by a miracle, a small city was built in half a month on an open space where there was nothing left! Like a hedgehog, all the means of defense were used.

Otherwise, these cathars would not have used all those transport carts, and they would have cut off their own back roads. This judgment made Al's heart even heavier, why did this cathar army make a desperate posture before the war began? Could it be that they knew in advance that these dark elves would be the first to storm here?

It's just that although Al is anxious, he can't do anything for the time being, so he can only secretly tell the twenty people to be more careful. And then an incident confirmed his judgment.

One day, the quartermaster of the cathar army directly pulled a cart of armor and distributed it to the felons in the convict battalion. Although the styles are extremely old, and there are still a few damages on them, at least there is no problem with the protection.

What's more, they even issued some short swords and other weapons, so that these felons can compare and practice more when they are fine, of course, private fighting is still expressly prohibited.

The felons who got the weapons and armor were very excited, and some fools who didn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the sky discussed a plan to break out of the barracks. However, Al's face became more and more solemn, which meant that the situation was developing more and more in the direction he did not want.

Why do the cathars uncharacteristically issue weapons to these felons, don't they know that these felons are unrelenting and will cause some trouble when they have weapons? It is because they want to arm these felons as much as possible, and it means that even the strength of these prisoners is extremely important and they don't want to waste a little.

If it weren't for the unprecedented strength of the enemy and the unusually grave situation, how could this cathar attach importance to such a situation, and how tragic would the battle that was about to take place be?

The annihilation of the whole army is very likely. And under the nest, how can there be no eggs, how can they, the prisoners who are used as cannon fodder, still have any chance of survival?