In the council hall of the Lord's Mansion of Ziyang City, a military meeting is being held in the council hall at this moment, "Ladies and gentlemen, the information just sent back by the spies that after the 100,000 Brettan troops captured Black Rock City, they immediately marched towards our Ziyang City after a little repair, and at present, the Bretan army is still more than 70 miles away from Ziyang City, and they will probably be able to rush to Ziyang City in the early morning tomorrow." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info"Dorne Nolan, the city defense officer of Purple Sun City, stood in the council hall and briefed the more than 10 territorial army commanders in the hall on the current dynamics of the Brettan army.

The army that is directly loyal to the king of Gilgias is called the royal army, while the army loyal to the lord is the territorial army, and the king has no direct control over the territorial army under the lord, and the territorial army belongs to the lord's own armed forces, and the number of territorial troops owned by each lord according to the size of his territory is also different.

Officers in the royal army and territorial armies are squad leaders from the lowest rank, and then squadron leaders, group captains, camp commanders, and commanders.

Officers of this rank generally have 2,000 to 3,000 soldiers under their command, and above there are generals, but there are no generals in the territorial army, and generals only exist in the royal army, and the king gives them titles.

Therefore, the commander of the territorial army is already regarded as the highest-ranking officer, and the lord of Ziyang City, Lewin Nolan, has 30,000 territorial troops, and these 30,000 territorial troops are managed by twelve commanders, and Lewin appoints his nephew Dorne Nolan as the city defense officer to command this 30,000-strong territorial army.

"Lord Dorn, when will reinforcements from Ironstream City and Jade Mountain City arrive?" asked one of the territorial commanders in the council chamber.

"Tieliu City and Jade Mountain City, which are located in our rear, have already learned of the invasion of the Brettan army from the northeast of the kingdom, and now Tieliu City and Jade Mountain City have gathered a territory army of 60,000 people and are rushing to Ziyang City, and the reinforcements will arrive here in about eight days. Dorn replied.

"Eight days, then don't we have to hold on for eight days under the attack of 100,000 Brettan troops, the royal army stationed in Ziyang City has been transferred by His Majesty the King to the defense line of Fanxin Lake in the south, and now there are only 30,000 of our territory troops left in the city..."

"Commander Eugene, the enemy is only 100,000 men, and we will definitely be able to hold the city with our strong walls and fortifications. Dorn began, tactically speaking, the defending side staying in the city can often rely on strong fortifications to compensate for the disadvantage of insufficient soldiers, after all, any siege will damage more to the attacking side than the defending side.

"But if the Bretans break through the city gate, they will kill all the territory army soldiers in the city..."

"Eugene, the Bretans didn't come, you are here talking nonsense to disturb the morale of the army, since you are so greedy for life and afraid of death, then you don't have to fight the Bretans, come here, put Eugene in prison, and then convict and punish after the war is over. A man in his 50s who sat at the top of the council chamber spoke, the man in an ornate robe was Levine Nolan, the lord of Purple Sun City, who had blonde hair, but his temples were beginning to turn gray due to his age.

The guards stepped up and took the panicked Eugene out of the council chamber, and the other commanders in the council hall knew that the lord had already made up his mind to hold on to Ziyang City.

"Bogula. Lord Lewin, who was sitting above the council chamber, stood up and looked at a dark-haired man standing in the council chamber, "Your lordship. Meng Fan's eldest brother, Bogula, stepped forward and bowed.

"Bogula, you once served as the commander of the territory army of Blackstone City. Lewin looked at the tall black-haired man and said, "Yes, Lord Lewin, after the fall of Blackstone City to the Bretan army, I fled to Ziyang City with hundreds of my soldiers, thank you Lord Lewin for taking us in..."

"Bogula, would you like to be the commander of our Purple Sun City Territory Army and help me fight against the Bretan Army. Levin spoke, looking at the lord above the council hall and stunned for a few seconds, "Lord Lewin, if you don't dislike it, I am willing to serve you, lord." Bogura replied.

"Well, well, from now on, you'll replace Eugene as commander of the Seventh Battalion. Levin nodded to Bogula.

At the same time, at the supply point of the territorial army behind the walls of Ziyang City, a large number of soldiers gathered at the supply point, and everyone lined up to receive food from the cooks.

"One bowl of porridge per person, two loaves of bread, you can't take more..." A cook behind the table handed a bowl of porridge to the black-haired soldier in front of him, "Take the bread." The cook was about to hand over two pieces of bread when he noticed that the young soldier in front of him had a white bandage wrapped around his right hand.

"Just put it in a porridge bowl. Meng Fan held the bowl with his left hand and said, "Oh, okay." The cook put the bread in Meng Fan's bowl and took the food, Meng Fan came to a clean place and sat down against the corner.

After carrying bows and arrows to the city wall for two hours in a row, Meng Fan's legs are now weak, and the most important thing is that his stomach is very hungry, and he is already gurgling.

Holding the bowl, Meng Fan drank a big mouthful of porridge, and then put the bowl on the ground, Meng Fan picked up a loaf of bread from the bowl, took a bite hard, "poof" Meng Fan spit out the bread in his mouth, what the hell is this, how can there be such an unpalatable bread.

Meng Fan wanted to throw away the bread in his hand, but if he threw away the bread, he would be hungry again, and struggled in pain for a while, Meng Fan chose to drink a mouthful of porridge and eat a bite of bread, and finally ate a piece of bread, but the second piece of bread could not be eaten anymore, because the porridge had been drunk.

Meng Fan was about to throw away the bread in his hand, "Hey, little brother, if you don't eat it, you can give it to me, don't lose it." A young soldier with brown hair approached Meng Fan's side and said.

Glancing at the bread in his hand, Meng Fan handed the bread to the soldier beside him, "Thank you, little brother." Taking the bread, the soldier, who was about his own age, gulped it up.

"This bread is dry and astringent, and there is no sugar added to it, so you can eat it." Meng Fan looked at the soldier munching on bread in front of him, and the young soldier looked at Meng Fan with a surprised expression.

"I said, little brother, you just joined the army. The soldier spoke, and Meng Fan learned from the soldier's mouth that ordinary soldiers in the territorial army could only eat this kind of crude hard bread without sugar, and in the Gilgidian Kingdom, sugar was a scarce commodity, and the price of sugar was higher than food, and ordinary people could not eat sugar several times a year.

"Little brother, you don't look like you were born in a rich family, why are you so picky about food. The young soldier who had eaten the piece of bread after dividing it by two squatted beside Meng Fan and asked with a grin.

Meng Fan didn't want to explain to this soldier that he had just crossed over from the earth, and he was afraid that the other party wouldn't understand, "I'm injured, and my appetite is not good." Meng Fan raised his right hand, which was wrapped in a white bandage.

"Little brother, if you have two fingers broken, then your right hand... Hearing the young soldier's words, Meng Fan reacted, yes, he broke his thumb and index finger, these two fingers are the most important, missing the thumb, let alone the sword, even chopsticks or something can't be moved.

Thief God, if you don't give me peerless martial arts, even if you have a divine weapon, why did you make yourself a disabled person... The more Meng Fan thought about it, the more sad he became, and his tears were about to fall.

"Brother, I'm so sorry I said something I shouldn't have said. The soldier next to him scratched his head and whispered, "It's none of your business. Meng Fan shook his head and said.

"Little brother, since you have been injured, then you can apply to withdraw from the territory army, the Bretans are about to attack Ziyang City, if these Bretans attack Ziyang City, they will kill all the territory army soldiers in the city, and it is too late for you to withdraw from the army now." The young soldier beside him whispered.

"Quitting the army?" Meng Fan looked at the soldiers in front of him, "Yes, the Bretan army has 100,000 people, if they break through Ziyang City, then we will suffer." The young soldier said, looking around.