"Viscount Case!" Gray withdrew his gaze, his eyes looking at the battlefield in front of him, "I'm not a hypocrite, and although your proposal is very exciting, you can't represent me!"

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However, Keith was not angry when he heard Gray's words, he looked at Gray's side face, shook his head gently but did not speak.

"Hanks!" Gray shouted, his anger subtracting slightly, but still there.

Hanks's whole body was shocked, he took two steps forward, and fell to one knee on the ground, "My lord, I am waiting for your orders at any time!"

"In my name, requisition the old and weak of all the villages within a radius of fifty miles!" Gray clutched the hilt of his sword at his waist in his left hand, and his tone was low with unquestionable majesty.

"Yes, sir!" the corner of Hanks' mouth showed a bloodthirsty smile characteristic of mercenaries, but it was not obvious.

"Remember!" Gray turned and his gaze fell on Hanks, "they're going to be treated the same as our soldiers, you know what I'm saying?"

"Understood, my lord!" Hanks didn't dare to look at Gray, so he could only lower his head and stare at Gray's military boots.

Gray was very satisfied with Hanks's attitude, "Now that you understand, then go ahead and do it, you only have two days, knight!"

Hanks, who received the order, did not dare to slack off, took two steps back, and then left quickly.

Watching Hanks leave, Keith said: "The front-line action can't be stopped, otherwise the traps that have been cleared with great difficulty will be rearranged again at night!"

"It's natural, but you can slow down!" Gray said to the herald next to him.

Gray's order made the two commanders on the front line breathe a sigh of relief, and the two of them were really afraid that the order from above would make them desperate to attack this line full of traps.

At this moment, the troops of the two front-line commanders were already very close to the enemy's line, and they could even see a row of archers arranged by the enemy in the distance, not far away, but could not rush through.

The two commanders cursed in unison: this damn magic trap, I curse it, curse magic.

The archers on the Allied Front of Seku stuck their arrows in the dirt in front of them, making it much easier to hold them when shooting, and they were clearly not worried about their safety.

The archers burst into laughter before each shot, as if mocking the ignorance of Covinde's troops.

The soldiers of Covinde City, who were at the forefront of picking up the Demon Breaking Arrows, could even clearly see the subtle expressions on the faces of the soldiers of the Seku Collar Alliance, and they were eager to rush over and tear each other's mouths.

"Keep your composure, soldiers!" Sir Sven and Knight Geoff kept passing by their frontline soldiers, sometimes even holding shields to fend off the enemy's rain of arrows.

The battle on the two fronts had been going on for nearly an hour, and Baron Durroux and Sir Alfred, who were in command of the Great Tent at the front of Trichadens, had already received the news that the line had been attacked.

Alfred walked over to the wartime map, pointed to two locations on the map, and whispered at the same time, "Here, here!"

Baron Duru also walked over, he stared at the two lines of defense and said, "Don't worry, it will take at least two days for them to break through the magic trap!

"However, they can recruit the nearby farmers, and don't forget, they are the rightful lords of the land, and the farmers of the land must be at their disposal in time of war!" Alfred reminded Baron Durou.

"That way they'll take longer!" said Baron Duru, staring at the untouched dinner next to him, his stomach aching slightly.

Alfred didn't understand the baron's food liking, but he usually never asked this kind of personal question, he glanced at it, thought for a while, and said: "We can use the time of these few days to quietly arrange heavy troops in these two places, so that they will not come back!"

"Mobilize heavy troops?" Baron Duru frowned, "You mean to draw the main force besieging Trichas?"

It was a bold decision, and if they were to defeat the invading Cowinder army once and for all, they would need to draw at least 5,000 troops from the siege of Tri-Forks.

Then, in this way, the troops besieging Trichadens are completely empty shells, and if the defenders of Trichadens find out about this situation and carry out a surprise attack, they will face the danger of being flanked in front and rear.

But this plan has a certain degree of feasibility, because, thinking about it from another angle, the defenders of Trichadens may not necessarily know about this situation, and even if they know the slightest trouble, they will not dare to risk breaking through.

Baron Duru walked back and forth in the big tent, considering the gains and losses of this whole thing, Alfred was not in a hurry, and quietly waited for Duru's final decision.

However, just as Baron Duru had made up his mind, the guards outside suddenly reported the arrival of messengers from the three viscounts.

When the two of them heard this information, they looked at each other, and a trace of worry flashed in their eyes.

Sure enough, the messenger brought the latest order from the three viscounts: to take the town of Trigems in three days.

The most important thing in the order was to let Sir Andy of Sekuling lead his own 2,000 cavalry to bypass the town of Three Forks and attack the defense line of the Sushui River a hundred miles away.

Such an order completely disrupted Baron Durou's arrangement, and these plans were not very bad, but Baron Duroux had insufficient troops in his hands to support such a plan at all.

"No wonder this Viscount Uriah was so kind a few days ago, I refused his order, he actually sent two thousand cavalry reinforcements to the front, it turned out that it was all for this step!" Duru's face was gloomy, and he tore the secret letter in his hand to shreds.

"My lord, with all due respect, if we attack, with our current military strength, although we can capture the town of Triches in three days, our losses will be several times that of the enemy, and I am afraid that the one who will gain the most at that time will be the young Viscount Cage!" Alfred reminded Duru.

Baron Duru was worried, "My brain is not bad, I naturally understand this, but the military order is clearly written, from the date of receipt of the letter, the town of Tricha must be taken within three days!"

It can be seen that Baron Duroux is really angry.

As he spoke, the guards came to report again, saying that Viscount Booker's attendant had brought a secret letter from the Viscount to ask for an audience.

Baron Duru did not dare to snub the messenger of his own viscount, and he immediately collected the emotions that should not have appeared.

After receiving the secret letter, Baron Duru couldn't wait to open it, hoping that it was good news, but when he finished reading it, a wry smile appeared on his face, and he waved everyone away and handed the letter to Alfred.

After reading it, Alfred also smiled bitterly.

"Give the order, storm Trichadens, and let the goddess decide the fate of you and me!"

These were Alfred's words, and after a moment of silence, he continued: "We will carry out the order first, but after a day we can ask for reinforcements from the rear, after all, Viscount Cage's seven thousand troops are not as weak as sheep, and they will probably agree after considering it." ”