478 Busyness is the enemy of love
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Frederick walked into the spacious military tent. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ο½iqugeγ infoThe two lines of armor that were waiting for them immediately stood up and saluted, and the sound of "bang" armor rubbing was uniform. Frederick did not squint, walked through the red carpet, went straight to the throne, turned around in front of the simulated sand table and said "Please be seated", and the officer corps sat down one after another.
Most of the officers present here are Van Knight and have the physical strength to wear armor every day, so all the people attending the meeting are all ironclad knights - it can be seen that the top of the army is still firmly controlled by the officers and Van Knick nobles, so the layout of the Shuai tent also maintains the old system of the feudal era.
Frederick took off his helmet, shook hands with Otto, who was standing, and slammed his shoulders before they sat down. Then Frederick looked at Otto for a moment, then frowned and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and your features are getting more and more beautiful." β
The officer corps burst into laughter.
It's been half a year since my brother was apart. When Otto left the imperial capital, Frederick was still in opposition, and when we met today, Frederick had been elected president, and returned home with artillery and cavalry. Frederick's heart was so excited that he couldn't help but bully his younger brother.
Otto's face did not change, he stared at Frederick and said, "President, how many people have you brought?"
"Three infantry divisions, two artillery brigades, one cavalry brigade, a total of eight thousand people. Frederick noticed that his brother was as unsmiling as ever, so he had to become serious: "We have replenished our drinking water, and we can enter the city at any time to assist in the defense." β
"Please don't enter Mingxing City. Otto stood up, wrinkled his eyebrows and stared at Frederick, skillfully manipulating the wargames on the sand table: "First, the area of the city is limited, and no matter how many people are piled up, it will not increase the firepower, it will only cause crowding and chaos. Second, the foothills of the Alps were an important trade route for Mingxing City to receive weapons, water, goods, and envoys, and I needed a force stationed at the foot of the mountain to keep the supply lines open. Thirdly, "
Otto glanced at all the officers and declared categorically: "It is a coward's act to trap the city of Mingxing, and if the army retreats into the castle, it means abandoning the hundreds of farmsteads outside the city, leaving them unprotected to enemy fire." β
Frederick nodded and said, "The Vena Legion is stationed outside the city, which can protect the surrounding villages and also echo the support of the castle. It also protects supply lines. Moreover, field warfare can give full play to the numerical advantage of line tactics and maximize the advantage of cavalry. So the Wiener legion did not need to go into the city. β
Army equipment determines tactical thinking. Smoothbore spearmen can create opportunities for cavalry to harvest enemy forces by using their numerical superiority to crush the enemy. The Wiener Legion and the Bafarian Legion fought together and had a numerical advantage, so they took the initiative to seek field opportunities.
That's what it means. Otto nodded: "But the president must go into the city." Isaac was already looting villages to resupply his army, and he had brought an artillery brigade from Lorraine province with siege capabilities. The city of Mingxing has received Isaac's relatives, and when the army comes to the city, we need the president to come to the city and sentence his entire family to death. β
"If he dares to attack the city, I will dare to kick his uncle off the wall. Frederick's teeth itched with hatred, and he clenched the hilt of his sword.
"Both father and son were convicted of treason, and all nine male relatives were accomplices. The President has the power to carry out public executions. Griffith seconded.
"What do you think?" said Frederick to the officer corps.
The knights looked at each other, and then Griffith stood up and bowed his head: "The officer corps led the Wiener regiment to be stationed in the field, and the president entered the city to discuss matters, and set up watchtowers and military carrier pigeons to give orders, foolproof." β
"That's it. Frederick clapped.
"The city defense cannot be left without an owner for a moment. Please ask the president to enter the city immediately to reassure the army. Otto stood up: "On the other hand, it's great that you can return safely from Wiener. The Silver Knights miss you so much, brother. β
Frederick thought of the dashing and reliable Lancelot, and the faithful Florian, and couldn't help but nod: "Okay, let's go." β
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Filia was called out by the staff officer to take orders, leaving Elena alone in the elven tent to wait. She was convinced that Frederick would come and coax her in a low voice. At first, she waited for the good and the illusion of reconciliation with him fascinated her like wine, and gradually waited like years, causing her to fidget, wondering if Frederick did not love herself, and at last her patience was exhausted, and she rushed out of the tent in exasperation, stamping her feet willfully and shouting:
"Tell Frederick to die for me!"
The busy barracks ignored Elena's petty temper. She had to hold a trotting staff member before she could torture Frederick's whereabouts.
After the meeting, the president ordered a group of knights to escort Governor Otto into Mingxing City. The staff officer trembled, lowered his eyebrows and begged Elena: "Emperor...... Ah no, Miss Elena, please exercise a little restraint, you call the President by his name like this, the soldiers dare not agree, we only dare to pretend that we did not hear ......"
"I gave him his title, I gave him his connections, I gave him his fame and money! Are you kidding me? I can't even call his name?" Elena was so angry that she pushed away her staff officer, stomped her feet and screamed, and a sense of sadness welled up in her heart.
"Only the president's wife has the right to call her by name......" The staff officer muttered, and Elena opened her eyes wide, and the staff officer was distracted. He didn't dare to have any disrespect for the previous emperor, so he had to pull a musket guard captain and seek medical treatment in a hurry: "What about Colonel Filia?
Knowing that Philia and Elena were on good terms, he knelt down and begged the Colonel to save the scene.
"Colonel Philia accompanied the President into the city, leaving Major General Griffith to act as military officer. "The captain of the musket guard hastened to report.
The staff officer hurriedly brought Elena a war horse and tried his best to comfort her: "It only takes an hour for you to ride a fast horse into the city. I declare a major general, send a cavalry company to escort you, very safe, there will be no danger. β
Elena's heart was as cold as ice, her eyes wandered, and she muttered back: "It's so busy." "Suddenly envy Filia can be by the president's side for a long time, this privilege to fight side by side, others are not jealous.
Last winter, Frederick secretly grabbed her hand and refused to let go domineeringly. From that day on, Elena had lived in a fawn in her heart, and she was jumping every day, telling her to worry about the people outside the palace, and making her suspicious of the person outside the palaceβshe had been tossing and turning to guess whether it was Frederick's little hand or the imperial power that was clutching.
As a pathetic woman, her rival is the crown on her head.
So she begged him to come into the palace to accompany her unreasonably. She wanted to tell Frederick that she was not a phantom of imperial power, but a lovely, passionate, love-loving living being.
However, she tried in every possible way to seize Frederick's attention and increase her sense of security. The more a woman fears loss, the more unreasonable it becomes. Elena poured all her might into savoring the poisonous wine of love, tasting the sweetness and drunkenness of fluttering fairies, but also experiencing the jealousy and hostility of splitting headaches.
Now, she finally felt that the worst thing had happened: she had become a worthless instrument, abandoned like a piece of waste, fulfilling the famous saying of Fran the Great, that a princess is a married womb, and that there is no love in a political marriage.
The staff officer saw that Elena hugged the long hair that flowed down from her shoulders, bowed her head and was silent for a while, then she held on to the tent and staggered into the tent, her steps so weak that she seemed to be numb from her legs.
"It only takes an hour for you to ride a fast horse into the city......," the staff officer cautiously asked through the tent.
"I'm not going. A pleasant voice floated out, weak and calm, without passion.