XVI

2 August, 1666 (Mday+123)

One hundred and twenty kilometers north of Lenny, the West Bank of the King River is a narrow area of Jena

Half a month after the Figota army crossed the mountains, the hilly areas east of the King's River and west of the Hind River were once again planted with the iron-colored imperial flag.

Half of the area was abandoned by the Free Army on its own initiative, and the other half was captured. With the exception of a few areas where militia units were still fighting, most of the main forces of the Free Army had withdrawn across the King's River. All the mobile forces that the Western General Army could muster, from the López Division, the Luther Division, to the Fox General Reserve, were all deployed in the valley on the west bank of the King River, guarding against all enemy forces approaching from the north and east. The dispatch of supplies was completed a month earlier, and the entire West Bank became a rear base for a major counterattack.

Half of the division commanders of the Free Army urgently gathered in the Jena Narrow Area to discuss countermeasures to the current predicament. Magic Wings, Sky Horses, and Wyverns landed on the Narrow Ground Training Ground, mages nervously guarding against teleportation near the location, and people with the rank of colonel, brigadier general, and major general came and went in the headquarters. At some point, the barracks seemed to have lost its color. The uniforms grew in more and more colors, but the expressions on people's faces became less and less, and eventually they all merged into a serious iron gray, which had no vitality even in the sun.

"Jena is not supposed to be of this color. ”

The staff lady in charge of logistics and supply sat on the towering watchtower, looking at the busy crowd below, gently shaking her high-heeled military boots. Her face flushed, and her fingers subconsciously tapped against the railing. Around the watchtower, intricate magic patterns are engraved, and countless silver pipes point to the sky.

At the temporary pier not far away, a nimble and small ferry docked, and one after another big people jumped off the boat and hurried to the venue. The King's River has many reefs and complex water conditions, and there are no large sailing boats and barges like those on the Metributi River, only small paddle ferries. The rolling hills on the far side of the east bank are inconspicuous from the watchtowers, and the only troops of scouts are currently active there.

"And what color do you think it should be, Miss Sefir?"

The new captain of the War Department stood in front of a massive keyboard, wiping the magic circuit that led from the keyboard to the Mithril tubes. Strangely enough, in the middle of the camp there was this huge organ.

Of course, it's not just an organ. In order to ensure the safety of the Jena camp, the Free Army built a new air defense system. The core of the system is this cutting-edge weapon, the organ-style magic cannon called "Dragon Slaying Melody". Originally ordered after the coup d'état for the defense of Lenni City, the 120 free-standing barrels and 1.6 tons of the Dragon-Slaying Melody were originally ordered urgently after the coup d'état for the defense of Lenni City, and now the weapon, which costs three percent of the Free Army's annual budget, has also been moved to the valley.

Since seeing the power of the Emperor Silver Dragon, no one dared to underestimate the Empire's air force anymore. The elite magical troops mobilized from the Western General Army controlled the surrounding defense network, and almost all the lieutenant magicians were pulled out by the War Department and arranged to carry out anti-aircraft operations on various watchtowers.

Ensign Anne Seffir yawned and grabbed a dark glass bottle from the table next to her. The liquid in the glass bottle hits the wall of the bottle with a slight rattling sound. She pointed the bottle to the sunlight and squinted her eyes to distinguish the color of the elixir inside.

"Grape purple, of course. Jena's narrow land, embedded in the barren plains of the Juloks, is a green belt of clothes, and fertile farmland stretches along the west bank of the King's River. It was a corridor to the south during the imperial era, and later became famous for its grapes and wineries, and was one of the top five best wine regions in the world. The scent of charcoal emanates from the newly cultivated land that has only been planted for two years, and the smell of the same 1,600-year-old Furuta soil wafuses in the air, and the sun-like smell stays in the evening breeze. Before the advent of parasites in the New World, this was the perfect sake field......"

Anne's fingers pressed the slender rim of the bottle, and the magic flowed into the bottle, and the cork burst out like champagne.

Naimon Soleton lowered his head to dodge the flying cork: "You've had too much to drink in the past two days, second lieutenant. I've heard that you come up here every day to drink. ”

"You're wrong, it's not wine. Anne sniffed the bottle, "This is the 1648 vintage of the 'Marquis de Jena', which is DYC1648. It is a disrespectful wine to call it wine! It is the wine with the greatest potential in the world, better than all the wines made in the country of Fates in twenty years, and there will be no wine comparable to it until the eighteenth century! It is sleeping, not knowing how much potential it has. It should take another 100 years, no, 200 years to shine out, right? If I can meet him at his peak, I won't have any regrets in my life this time. ”

"Really? Let me try it. ”

Naimon grabbed the bottle of red wine and skillfully replaced it with a breathable bottle using the skills he had learned from his previous part-time job at the hotel. In Anne's alchemy flask, the aroma of wine, which had been silent for eighteen years, began to bloom. rosemary, cinnamon, and cloves...... No, the scent of flowers echoed in the rust-colored watchtower, and for a moment both of them thought they were in a field of flowers.

"Such a great wine, usually the metaphor should be a beautiful girl, right? However, even if it is a beautiful girl, she can use careful care to make her show her intimidating charm early. I'm not good enough to make it to the top, but it should be enjoyable enough. ”

He handed the air bottle to Anne. The female lieutenant stared at the air cylinder, suddenly covered her mouth, and laughed uncontrollably.

"What's the matter, Annie, what's the ...... about this bottle change? Dissatisfied?"

Anne turned her head, quietly wiped her eyes, and forcefully changed the subject.

"Of course I'm not satisfied! I'm a logistical officer, why am I being put on guard by you? Three hours a day! Rather than let me stay here, let's have our guest organist, Miss Méti Croso, take care of this dragon-slaying melody! Isn't the biggest selling point of this thing being able to play the famous organ song 'God Willing' when it is launched at full strength? I heard that the overall cost of the project has increased by 20 percent for this boring function. ”

"You have to allow these so-called great magicians to be a little willful, right? As for your dissatisfaction......"

Naimon pulled a stool and sat down: "First, there are now seventeen people in the logistics department, and it shouldn't be difficult to take three hours a day to come out and arrange posts. Second, according to the testimonies of witnesses on other towers, during your time in line, they will often see only a poorly crafted magic golem in military uniform walking around next to Dragon Slaying Melody. Third, some people complained that placing the wine ration center under the central tower was a power-seeking decision. ”

The captain leisurely picked up the glass and raised it to his eyes.

"Finally, and most importantly, I don't know anyone else with as reliable combat power as you. Also, it's been a long time since you've had a good night's sleep, right? Let's toast to the legendary good vintage. ”

Listening to his words, Anne's face changed several times in a row. She raised her glass and whispered a gentle but sharp counterattack.

"Damn, you weren't so flamboyant before. Well, does the final statement of the Morning Dew Project really make you that nervous?

This time it was Naimon's turn to open his mouth. He shook the glass in his hand, letting the silky liquid shake in front of his eyes: "After all, it's 'morning dew'." In fact, even I was skeptical about the feasibility of this plan. This plan is the ultimate plan of a free nation, but it is so cruel. I don't know if I'll be able to finish it...... I do not know. ”

"But we need you, a hero of freedom. Actually, everybody knows about that plan, doesn't it? You just have to state it once. ”

"It should be said that everyone, including the generals of the Empire, knows about it. If we pay so much, we still can't ......," he choked up, "can'...... No...... What's the point of those sacrifices?!"

Anne silently filled his glass, and the captain drank it down.

"Maybe from the beginning, this job wasn't for me. I should have asked for a transfer before this moment came...... No, discharged. I should get a boat and be the fastest merchant in the world, reselling rare goods all over the world, or be a small merchant in Lenny's shop and live a small but stable life. I shouldn't have put the lives of these hundreds of thousands of people on my hands...... I don't have that qualification. No. Nope!"

"Enough. ”

A gloomy voice popped out from deep in Anne's throat. Her voice is not as sunny as usual, not so crisp, but full of a mysterious sense of coercion.

"At this moment, you can't escape back to your hometown to pick up girls. She staggered to her feet, leaning on the guardrail, "Can you tell me what the Combat Staff has set for you, Captain Soleton?"

"First, to ensure that our army acts according to our plan. Second, to force the enemy forces to act according to our plan. Third, make a plan that can achieve the above two goals, and end it. For some reason, Naimon didn't hesitate to bounce up from his chair and repeat the rules to his subordinates, "This question is still difficult for me. ”

"Why, then, do you think the premise of Project Morning Dew is not credible?"

"The problem is Lenny. The entire plan of Morning Dew was designed to use Lennie as a bait to break through the enemy's supply lines one by one, but ...... If it were my plan for the Imperial Army, I would never let a single soldier go to Lenny!, and in that case, we would be flanked by more than 120,000 enemy troops in this Jena Narrow!"

The aroma of 1648 wafted in the air, accompanied by the laughter of the maiden eating, and the laughter sounded slightly drunk.

"That's just it. Think about it! You should know how many Free Army soldiers there are in Jena on the west bank of the river?"

The question is so simple. The flags of nine divisions, representing eighty-five thousand soldiers, were flying. However, Anne should know this fact better than he did......

"And how many people have we lost in the past six months?"

Naimon remembered that before it all began, there should have been 12,000 soldiers in each full free division. In reality, however, they had lost almost four or five entire divisions, and with the daily attrition and attrition in battle, more than eighty thousand citizens of the Republic should have given their lives in total.

"There are about 80,000 men, and the Imperial and rebel armies are fighting valiantly. It is precisely because the losses are already so great that the Emperor can directly skip Lenny's entire army to attack our heavily damaged main force......"

Anne poured another glass of wine: "If you look at this matter in reverse, you will know why the Emperor must attack Lenny." From an imperial point of view, that reason couldn't be more obvious, right?"

"Look at it the other way around?" the expression on Naimon's face suddenly froze, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground. "I see. I'm still too immature. Thank you, Annie. ”

"Don't say polite words," said Anne, with a pleasant smile on her face, and diligently took out another goblet and filled it with wine, "By the way, about the duty ......"

The captain refused without hesitation. "If you have anything else, I can substitute for you. However, if you are removed from the duty list...... I'm sorry, but this position must be filled with people with strength and insight, after all, the security of the whole army is the most important. ”

"Hmph. Anne pouted, "So, how about helping me substitute for a long time?"

"Not for a long time. Once out of two, it should be okay, of course I'll cover it all when you have a mission to go out. ”

The empty wine glass collided with the table with a crisp sound, which seemed to reflect the serious expression of its owner. "Two times out of three, plus a bottle of DYC1648. It's not expensive, you can buy the real thing for about 1,000 gold pounds. ”

Naimon knew that this number could be a decent little shop in the outer city of Lenny. "A thousand gold pounds...... You can just sell me. I wonder how much bounty a captain can offer on the Empire's side, or I'll pay you back when I get ahead?"

Hearing this, the female ensign leaned on the edge of the table, bounced up from her chair, and slapped a piece of paper on the table.

"Then say okay, buy it for me when you get ahead! No matter how much it rises in four or eight years at that time, I will accept the wine, but don't blame me for not making it clear in advance." ”

Just glancing at the intricate magic lines around the paper, a cold sweat was already flowing from the back of Naimon. He could recognize that it was a magical contract that "in the event of a breach of contract, a summoned creature would appear to guarantee the execution of the contract", but he could not identify what kind of creature was summoned. Judging from the complexity of the spell, it is at least a summoned beast above a medium-dimensional creature.

"A magical summoning contract, I say, there's no need to use this thing, do you? you sell this thing, and you can buy at least three bottles, no, five bottles of wine for a thousand gold pounds!"

Anne shrugged: "So, of course, you have to calculate the interest." Mr. Namen Soleton was willing to guarantee his life by delivering ten bottles of the first class of the Count of Jena from 1648 to Mademoiselle Anne Sèphire...... How's that for you?"

"Ten...... Ten bottles......"

Naimen's sensitive sixth sense told him that if he didn't sign this "deed of sale" today, he might not be able to get off this watchtower.

He smiled wryly and pulled out his pen, dipped it in magic ink, and wrote down the IOU and signature on it as Anne had said, and dripped a drop of finger blood. After all the rituals had been completed, the IOU glowed rainbow, and Anne put it away with satisfaction. The young officer sighed and stared at the future ten thousand gold pounds that disappeared into the unfathomable women's satchel.

If you become a soldier, you have to at least get mixed up to the rank of general to be able to afford it, right? As a guide fee, it seems a little expensive......

As he was babbling, the sound of an organ came from far away in the north. Sixteen salutes flew into the sky, bursting into four-pointed stars of four colors.

"Admiral salute. Clad López's ship has docked, and I'm getting ready for a meeting. ”

Anne shook the breathable bottle in her hand: "My post is not over yet. When making a report, we must give a good account of the merits of our department, and it is not an easy task to raise a large amount of grain and grass from the West Rulock. ”

"Don't worry. Strategy is to induce our opponents to act according to our intentions. If they do not act according to our intentions, force them to follow with a battle!"

Later that day, the final step in the battle plan of Morning Dew was affirmed by everyone below Marshal Conti Fox. The day has finally come for a decisive battle with the approaching army of the Duchy of Figota.

Same

Forty-five kilometers southeast of Jena, a temporary camp of the Imperial Army

Military tents littered the mountains, filling the gaps between roads and forests.

The "Purple Alfalfa" of the Duchy of Figota and the "Iron Cross" of the Imperial Royal Empire fluttered over the sprawling camp at the same time, declaring the identity of the camp owner. This force was the spoiler of the war in the west, the Figota army that crossed the mountains.

It has been more than four months since the general mobilization of the Empire, and the high morale of this army when it first set out has long been exhausted and it looks listless. Carrying heavy loads and clutching magical armor-piercing spears, the soldiers did the simplest and most basic assassination training. This is not difficult for the average soldier, but it is very laborious for the soldiers here - because most of these people are teenagers and women. Although a small number of adult men are also practicing, their attitudes are not very serious.

"Hey, captain over there, your troops should be serious, and all stabbing must not hesitate! When fighting, a neat stabbing attack determines the victory or defeat! I know that your marching speed is good, but fighting is another matter! The so-called battle is discipline and courage!"

The lines are very serious precepts, but for some reason, shouting them in a girl's voice doesn't sound like a deterrent. After shouting a few words, it seemed that she herself found that the effect was not good, so she had to get on the horse and leave in a huff.

"It's only been three days since I took over, and I can only do my best. I still think that we should not act according to the enemy's intentions. It's a pity that no one listened to me. ”

As the commander of this unit, the brown-haired Duchess was full of dissatisfaction. First Princess Olya Hugh Kirman, who was walking with her, heard this soft complaint and covered her mouth and laughed.

"Okay, let the generals grasp the military affairs. They take so much money from the treasury, they should do something, right?"

"But, but, but...... Everyone should be able to see that this is a strategy to lure the enemy! After leaving enough troops to besiege Lennie, the main force on the southern front will only be able to move north with a maximum of 50,000 men! These 50,000 people, plus the 35,000 men of our Figota army, are comparable to the enemy's strength!"

Princess Olya tilted her head and wrenched her fingers: "I don't remember the detailed distribution of troops, but shouldn't the total strength of our army be 160,000?"

"The elven army is very combative, but self-preservation comes first, and offensive combat cannot be counted on at all, and the Kladna bastard took advantage of this to eat half of our reserve army. That's 50,000 less. Leave 30,000 siege troops at Lenny, and then the rest will not be these 85,000 men, and the 65,000 men who will fight the bastard with 85,000 men...... It's only a matter of five or five. ”

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"I just told me these facts, and they blasted me out of the General Staff and told me to come back and lead my army!

Out of the corner of her eye, Danika glanced at "her own army". It is claimed that there are five hundred people in three elite knights, but ...... She lowered her voice and repeated to herself.

"Own army. Hum. If these guys could also be considered an army, the whole world would have been unified a long time ago. Olya, you say, what kind of filth do these stinky nobles have in their heads......?

"Shhhhh I hate the stinky aristocracy too, but ......" Olya patted her shoulder with a sympathetic expression, "bear with me." When those guys heard that they suddenly had a sister who was not related by blood, they were very excited. The abilities of the three guys in the Figota family are all first-class in the new generation, but they have a little more perverse personalities. The Boss is the third strongest record holder in the history of the Medic Knights, who has improved the Empire's standard epee technique, the second is a member of the Kirman Maid Council, but he also likes fortress architecture and artillery, and the third is a beautiful boy lover, but he is also a member of the Royal Society of Science and the Society of Magic......"

One hundred and fifty so-called gladiators who insisted on using swords and shields, two hundred and fifty maids who claimed to be able to operate cannons, and a hundred beautiful young knights on racing horses...... Give me fifty pikemen and a hundred musketeers, and I'll kill them all!" Danika shook her whip in her hand, "their understanding of the 'purpose of the army' is absolutely skewed! This is the age of spears and muskets, steel and will! And those letters written 'in the voice of my brother', one and two are all so stupid! Who cares how many years you have not had sisters, or have noble friends who want to reform politics, or anything like that! Want to see all that literary garbage?"

"Thanks, I can probably imagine that. Understand them, Danica. Olya whispered assuasion, "Their generation of nobles were born under the influence of magic to fight in the South. Due to the heavy casualties of male aristocrats in the previous wars of freedom, almost all nobles of this generation preferred men in order to continue the bloodline...... If it weren't for your identity, I'm afraid the love letters of marriage proposals would have piled up outside the barracks now. ”

This counterintuitive approach made Danika stunned for a moment. After going through all the training teams, she understood what Olya meant: "You mean...... You imperial nobles use magic to control gender? So, wouldn't that cause serious marital problems?"

"yes. However, according to the history of the past century, all the extra men will die in the war. Half of my aunt's generation were widows, and it was almost impossible for the glamorous viscounts and barons of the present generation to find a spouse of equal status. The duke's eldest son can marry the earl's daughter, which is already very good, and your three brothers should not be engaged. ”

Listening to Olya's cruel but calm tone, Danika didn't know what to say for a while. Beneath the glossy façade of the aristocracy, there seem to be a lot of unimaginable realities. Seeing her expression, Olya's tone changed, and she tried to tell some jokes: "Of course, it is impossible to get engaged before the war." In those legends, 100 percent of men who were engaged or whose wives were pregnant would die in battle. Recently, no one has been engaged or married before the expedition, and 'going back to my hometown to get married' and 'someone waiting for me' are all forbidden words in the army. If someone really writes a love letter to Danica, he must be scolded according to the custom, so that these toads who want to eat swan meat can mix up and come back, so as to reduce the risk of dying in battle......"

Hearing this joke, Danika couldn't laugh at all. She sighed and replied, "I've already written back and scolded those three brothers who don't grow up. However, in any case, the preferences of gladiatorial fights, maids, and beautiful boys are really a bit excessive, and they can't all be blamed on historical reasons. If this continues, I'm really worried about the future of the Figota Army......"

She lifted the curtain of her staff tent. Although she had only 500 men, she set up a staff that operated according to the system, from operations and command to logistics and communications. Of course, given the nature of Danica's troops, some of these staff officers were dressed like maids, some like noble squires, some like gladiators, and all in all, none of them looked like soldiers, except for one who was not supposed to belong here.

The young man in a uniform with red trim on a black background sat at the end of the long table, out of place with his surroundings, like a statue made of crystal. The air around him seemed to freeze.

"Your Excellency Sid Nasser, Royal Minister of Security, why are you in my headquarters? ”

Danica's words were like a gust of wind, breaking through the stagnant air. For some reason, she felt the urge to confront this man when she saw him - although Riched had given her a lot of information in private, she had never trusted this man.

"Oh, there's a mission that can't be denied, and it has to do with you, Miss Duchess. The man took a moment to hold up the black teacup, "Two days ago, we submitted a report about you to Your Majesty, and Your Majesty was very worried after reading it. ”

Danika pressed Olya to the side of the chair and sat directly on the other side of the long table, her legs overlapping each other in an aggressive gesture, allowing her to look higher than the other. "He should be more worried about the future of the Holy Empire than he is about me, right? I'm so sad about the plan I designed. ”

"Your Majesty knows that you will have grievances, and he does not dare to explain it himself, so he has sent me to explain it to you, Miss Duke of Figota. His Majesty wants you to know that the North and the South are different, and that he has made a decision out of desperation, not in disregard of your opinion. ”

Miss Duchess deliberately squeezed a sneer out of her throat.

"But I believe that the strategy should be the same in the South and in the North. By any standard, it's stupid to divide our forces to fight Lennie, right? Will the enemy think we're helpless? The supplies that we've worked so hard to bring to the Principality of Figota will be thrown into Lennie's black hole? If the elves tear up the treaty with us, it's all over. ”

"For now, at least, the elves respect the pact that has been signed, though they will leave many, many backdoors. The Minister of Security's expression loosened slightly. Danica was a little surprised to find that Sid could blink as well. "We have eliminated at least 70,000 Southern troops in the last six months. However, these Southerners brought in 60,000 new troops during this time, and at least 50,000 were training in Lenny, Emea, and Interre. As long as we haven't captured Lennie yet, they can pull out a new Lennie Army, a new General Western Army, and even a new Free Army out of the city. In other words, it's not Lennie who we're going to fight at all. What we want to destroy is the opponent's replenishment system. ”

"Replenishment system?" Denica coughed, "As a former citizen, I must say that the Free Army's replenishment system is so bad that even a three-year-old child knows it. Have you read Machiavelli's book? The mercenary service system of the Free Army is the worst system, there is no one. ”

"At your age, it is impossible to know the true power of the liberal system. ”

Sid's gaze was off into the distance, as if he was looking at something that no one else could see. Danika is sure that he can see things that others can't.

"I still remember the war that lasted for eight years, the first war of freedom. The map of the South is made up of mud and mud pools, and each city has an air that lurks against us. The glorious summer will soon pass, the muddy autumn will go hand in hand with hunger, and the harsh winter will always beat us. The heads of thousand-year-old nobles have rolled into the mire, and their crowns have been cast into filthy gold pounds. If the nightmare is to never happen again, we must get Lenny before the end of this summer, at any cost. For Your Majesty. ”

Although the Minister of Security kept mentioning His Majesty the Emperor, Danica did not feel a trace of respect from his demeanor.

Rather than being loyal, he is watching events unfold with a utilitarian view. His efficiency in getting the job done is unmatched, but he doesn't seem to care about the ultimate consequences of his work. This attitude of a bystander......

It seemed a bit similar to her own attitude towards the Empire, and at the thought of this, she suddenly felt a chill in the middle of summer for no apparent reason.

"In the eyes of others, am I also such an incomprehensible, incomprehensible, and inhumane character?"

A pair of warm hands seemed to gently embrace her from behind, and the soft voice of Majiya Verri sounded in the depths of her mind.

"No, you're not. A person who can communicate with others in such a spiritual way cannot be a person like that. If that man is going to destroy the world, you're going to restore it. That man wants to block all information, and you want to spread everything. You and he are different bystanders, completely different. He is surrounded by careerists, and you are surrounded by gentle people. ”

"I see...... I'll understand. ”

Danika lay down on the table, as if she had lost all her strength. The cold iron table was imprinted on his back, and it felt like a morgue.

Sid stood up and looked down into her eyes from above. The security minister's pupils are dark black, bottomless, impenetrable, incomprehensible, and dehumanized.

"By the way, in the next battle, your troops and mine will be listed as the general reserve. I hope that when our two armies are used, we will be able to cooperate happily for the ultimate victory. Of course, your troops don't have the same responsibilities that we do. ”

"His troops?" asked Danica, looking at Sid's back, confused.

"The Royal Department of Security Combat Force – also known as the War Warden. We will see behind them everything that is going to happen. ”

The shadow beside her explained in a cold tone.

Before noon on August 3, 1666

Fifteen kilometres north-east of Jena, Blenheim am Metz, on the east bank of the River King

The river Metz, which flows from east to west, follows a gorge in the interior of the hilly terrain and finally joins the River of Kings on the banks of the town of Blenheim, a little north of Jena. Blenheim has a small population, but it is full of pioneering spirit, and there are cities of the same name founded by these people in South Italy, America and the New World. For this reason, people in other places called this city in the middle of Jurock "Blenheim-sur-Metz". The Royal Mile passes through Blenheim-sur-Metz, and the nearest city to the south is Jena.

Early in the morning, the Frerenet's reconnaissance forces drove back the Imperial troops stationed here, and before noon the town had turned into a sea of soldiers.

The engineers were nervously building fortifications, the magicians were checking the direction of the nearby magic, and the general soldiers were busy setting up camp. The boxes brought down by the logistics wagons were piled up like a mountain, and some live pigs and cattle were crowded between the makeshift livestock pens built with boxes, waiting to be pulled by the cooks to become the soldiers' lunch. The departing troops received their entire battalions and companies of food and special pay and prepared to launch an offensive against the Figota Army.

"Your Excellency López, the Lenny army has all crossed the King's River and is advancing towards the Metz, a tributary to the north. The enemy strikers have already left the camp to meet the attack. ”

Klad López looked at the handsome man in front of him, yawned and nodded, "In two hours, 20,000 soldiers will cross this wide river of kings." At this rate, our troops should be able to seize the heights on the south bank of the Mes River in the afternoon. ”

Bonnie, who appears as Major General Pluto Luthor, knows that López is not saying "should". Pluto Luthor's troops are the best at the grassroots level. Even the direct unit of the Western Army of Crader, the "Second Interre Division" nicknamed the "Red Devils", did not prohibit it as much as the Lenny Army. Each battle platoon has magical support, each company has a priest in charge of psychological counseling, and the commander of each battalion can command the battle on his own. According to the assessment of the General Headquarters, the attack of the López Department was as unstoppable as a landslide, while the attack of the Luthor Department was as pervasive as mercury. In this decisive battle with the Figota army, the forces were also matched in this way: the Luthor division was responsible for the right flank and center, and the López department was responsible for the most difficult left flank and general reserve. Luthor was responsible for covering artillery and infiltrating enemy forces, while López was responsible for countering the main forces of enemy forces.

"It's just that the enemy forces are closer to the high ground on the south bank, Your Excellency. Of course, she wasn't talking about the state of the enemy forces.

"Self-propelled guns can give you two battalions to ensure that the attack can start as scheduled. In the first offensive, Lenny's army will be the main attack, thwarting the enemy's left flank. Clad gestured to the box beside him and motioned for Luthor to sit down, "It's a bit rudimentary, but our staff hasn't been laid out yet." If we can't hold the front today, we don't need to set up a staff here. ”

Luthor sat sideways by the crate, the salted meat in the crate emitting an unpleasant smell. She used a little magic to wash the smell of the surroundings, and then pulled over the canvas of the hooded box, pulling a flat space between the two of them. "So there's new information, isn't it? sir. ”

"Since yesterday morning, our reconnaissance network on the southern front began to receive powerful interference. The scout team was eliminated, and the demon and carrier pigeons were captured. López pulled out a large-scale military map and spread it on the canvas, "According to scattered intelligence, the enemy army is about like this at the moment...... Do you have anything that you can use as counters?"

"Counter ......" The Major General looked hesitant and pulled out a small silver box inlaid with emeralds from his jacket pocket. He pressed the reed, and the lid popped open, revealing small black squares inside. "Is this okay?"

"You eat this?" Clad frowned, "I've seen this thing in the East, where the Danding Warlocks imported it from Murrayman for alchemy. According to them, refining cannabis pills can be seen in the fairy world after eating, but I have not been able to prove this through comparative experiments. I advise you not to eat too much of this, Pluto, it really doesn't help the abilities. ”

Bonnie's fake Adam's apple couldn't help but start rolling, and it seemed that a burst of laughter was forcibly suppressed.

"Uh...... I think you're misunderstood, this isn't marijuana, it's chocolate toffee. A dessert made with chocolate from the East Sea Province and cane sugar from Shin Koman, and milk. Good for thinking. ”

Clad picked up a toffee, hesitated for a moment, and put it down. "Let's get down to business. Based on more than forty reports received from yesterday to today, I believe that the Imperial Army is moving north along the east bank of the King River, with a strength of about 40,000 to 50,000 troops. The forward identified the 1st Guards Division and the 5th Army. There were traces of enemy troops on the west bank, and we lost three reconnaissance squads, one-eighth of the east bank. Therefore, we speculate that between three and five thousand men crossed the King's River, probably wanting to advance along the west bank to echo the battle on the east bank. Thus, the current situation is ......"

Bonnie expertly placed the toffee piece by piece on the map and picked up his words.

"So the enemy is divided into three parts, and our army is two. These nine chocolate candies are the 'Central Army Cluster', and half of them are now heading north on the east coast. The next five are the combined forces of the elves and reserve forces in the northwest, but the reserve force of the empire itself is only 20,000 people. In front of us is the Figota group across the Central Mountains, with a force of three and a half pieces, a patchwork of troops from the eastern principalities of the empire, but the core of the Figota army is very elite. The total strength of the enemy army is 145,000 imperial troops and 30,000 elven troops, but we only need to deal with 85,000 men at most. ”

The Major General grabbed a piece of chocolate candy and bit off half of it, placing the remaining half and three whole pieces north of the Metz River. Immediately afterwards, she pulled out another silver box, took out the coffee-colored toffee from it, ate half of it as well, and put the remaining half in Jena.

"This is our army. The total number of your western army and my troops here combined is sixty-five thousand, five to the east of the river and one and a half to the west of the river. In the east, after the tug-of-war with the Figota army, there were four pieces left, but they were too far from the main battlefield. Behind the elven army there is a piece of General Eugen, in front of them there is a piece of defense that you left behind, there is a piece of local troops east of the King's River, and there are two pieces of militia troops in Lenny. It's not a small amount, but it's ......."

"But it's not as dark as it used to be, isn't it? More than half of them are local troops and newly recruited national troops, and more than a third of the old troops are replenished. If we don't want to be flanked in front and rear, we must completely crush the Figota army in three days. Clad sighed, "Well, four battalions of self-propelled guns." I give you two-thirds of the mobile firepower, do not disappoint me and the marshal. ”

"Thank you very much. Bonnie picked up the half-eaten chocolate candy from Blenheim's seat and tossed it into her mouth. "By the way, the other ingredient of sugar is coffee from the free archipelago of the Intercontinental Sea, and it is definitely not opium or anything, if you are interested, sir, you can try a piece. ”

"No, I'd better eat the Fergota Army with you...... Ah, it's so sweet, it tastes extravagant. Clad grabbed a piece of chocolate candy and chewed it, "The enemy's logistics line comes from Fort Forts and the Roof Ridge Mountains, and it is close to the limit when it reaches the King's River hundreds of kilometers away. Make sure we can turn around and take on them around the 5th of August. ”

"Two days is a tough time. However, I think the enemy must be ready to retreat, right? 35,000 against 50,000, there is no reason to be trapped. Of course, even if they don't want to retreat, I'll force them to retreat. ”

Bonnie put away the sweets she had brought with her, and left Blenheim with her own orderlies, to take command of the battle on the front.

It's just that, as usual, there is a small deviation in the tidal wave of information, but no one notices it. Even the best players in the world sometimes only believe what they want to believe.

On the west bank of the King's River, not the east bank, the main force of 35,000 elites, including the Imperial Guard and the First Army, was rapidly moving north, approaching Jena, which was defended by only 15,000 men.

Concentrating forces is always the rule of all people.

Postscript: Do you still like the chocolate toffee-flavored war? The chapter of the double battle of Jena and Blenheim has finally begun (Mystery Voice: This proves that someone is finally starting to bother to make up names). Well, it's really hard to write about war, but I still want to write about it, what should I do......

In addition, I recommend the quasi-same "Butterfly Through Time and Space" of this book. Probably quasi-fandom, right? Recreate the background of GBR/BIS in Ferren's book. However, it seems that his popularity is relatively high (rolling on the ground in pain)

Next...... Recently, I have to write two books and two sets of rules at the same time, what a headache, my fingers are twitching involuntarily, and the update of novels and blogs is involuntarily slow. In order to unify the worldview of GBR/BIS/TFL into several sets of rules that can be used, brain cells are constantly dying. The rules cover all sorts of combat situations, from the early modern period to the near future, and they have to surpass Fallout, Mysteries, and GURPS, right?, the blood of a writer and game designer is burning, and it's burning dry......

Well, don't worry about the above nonsense. The Olympics are over, the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, and this year will probably be written about the Jena-Blenheim double battle and the end of this volume. Eleven probably has one more section......

There are a lot of wishing magic in front of you, so please look forward to the first miracle magic in the whole series.

"What comes out of reason is magic. The highest level of magic is called 'making a wish'. The meaning of wishing is to 'make your wishes come true' and come down to what you want. However, there are limits to wishing. ”

"In the final analysis, it belongs to the realm of reason, and it is just a matter of fulfilling possible wishes. And out of faith, there is prayer. Everyone knows what the highest level of prayer is called, but has never seen it. The name of that divine magic is called 'Miracle'. ”

"A miracle is not a desire, a wish, an illusion, a delusion, a magic designed to fulfill one's wishes. Its only function is to make the impossible possible, and it is the final cadenza to change fate when the plot has reached an impasse!"

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