No wonder the Marquis of Mammon was so angry, there is no harm without comparison, the Eagle Legion used to have only two infantry regiments and a cavalry regiment, a total of 15,000 people, all of them were the elite of the elite, but this was peacetime. As one of the protector legions of the Kingdom of Faustin, it was more than enough to have fifteen thousand soldiers, but in wartime, fifteen thousand men were too thin, not to mention the attrition, so the Marquis of Mammon had to listen to the orders of His Majesty the King and allowed the legion to be filled with noble private armies, as well as mercenaries and adventurers.

After four years of war, the Eagle Legion had been scattered and reorganized, and after reorganization, it was broken up again, and it fought back and forth countless times, and now the purest army is only the First Corps, the Fourth Corps, and part of the Second Corps. And the trump card among them is only the First Corps. The Fourth Corps was mostly composed of new recruits, and its combat strength was slightly lower than that of the Second Corps, which was composed of large nobles, mercenaries, and remnants of the First Corps, but it was much stronger than the Third Corps, which was composed entirely of adventurers and private armies of small and medium-sized nobles.

At this time, the Marquis of Mammon was angry with the Third Corps, the bloated Third Corps, which held nearly one-third of the Eagle Legion's material and salary, and whose combat strength was less than half of the First Corps, was like a malignant tumor, growing under the armpit of the Eagle Legion, an eagle that was supposed to spread its wings and fly. But several requests were rejected by His Majesty the King, and the marquis, who has been in the officialdom all the year round, has long seen that those small and medium-sized nobles are tentacles attached to the big nobles, and if they want to move them, unless the foundation of the kingdom is shaken, don't want to completely clean up.

It was less than five days before the agreed meeting time, and only a few teams of the Fourth Corps had arrived in this situation, which simply didn't take the military order seriously, and it seemed that he was going to tidy up these guys again. The marquis, in anger, did not realize that he had scolded himself as well, and he was also a nobleman.

Of course, in the eyes of the Marquis of the old marquis family, those small and medium-sized nobles are not nobles, just a group of nouveau riche who rely on the efforts of their ancestors, but for three generations, these nobles will decline, and other emerging nobles will grow up, so as to eliminate them and replace them.

Compared with the wine bags and rice bags of the Third Corps, the Second Corps is much more pleasing to the eye in the eyes of the Marquis of Marmen, for example, the First Corps is a direct line, it can be said that it is the eldest son of the Marquis of Marquis, it is the hope of the future, and it is also his greatest capital and pride, and the Fourth Corps is the youngest son, who is still very young, but he is obedient and needs the Marquis to care for him. Training, there is a lot of potential, the second corps is a stepson, and the closeness is not as close as the first two corps, but it still needs to be taken care of, and the third corps is a bunch of garbage in the eyes of the marquis, and it is best to be out of sight. The Marquis of Mammon, who had a straight temperament, defined the four infantry regiments under his command in his heart. As for the cavalry regiment, this regiment is the heart and soul of the marquis, although this heart and liver is currently controlled by his old partner and old opponent, Marquis Sandru.

Sent away the herald, Marquis Marmen twisted his eyebrows with his thumb, the battle is getting better and better, but the marquis feels more tired, the various forces in the aristocratic circle for the sake of interests, the small and miscellaneous matters of several large corps under his command need to be dealt with by Marquis Marquis one by one, plus the third corps that this marquis is most disgusted with, Marquis Marquis Mammon couldn't help but think about whether it was time for him to rest after the war.

"One more year!" the marquis muttered, there is another year that the war must end, this is the consensus reached by the top management of Faustan in recent months, if the war with Charlotte cannot be ended, the Kingdom of Faustan will send an envoy to the suzerain, the Omore Empire, to ask the Omore Empire to participate in mediation. Faustin is only a small kingdom with a population of two million, and after four years of war, after the joint calculation of the war room of the royal capital and the chancellor of the exchequer, Faustin has lost more than 100,000 people, the vast majority of whom are still young and middle-aged, and if it continues to fight, the foundation of national strength will be shaken.

Of course, Charlotte's losses were greater, after all, he was fighting on Charlotte's native soil, and the Marquis of Mammon dared to assert that Charlotte's losses were at least half higher than Faustin's, not to mention that Charlotte's total population and overall strength were slightly inferior to Faustin's, at this time, it was up to him to see who couldn't withstand it first. The Marquis of Mammon believed that Faustin was by no means the first country to be unable to resist.

"When we take Bimore City, it's up to the cavalry... The Marquis's eyes were deep, and he thought further, and in the eyes of the Marquis of Moore City, it seemed that it had been captured.

"What? Let me send a cavalry regiment to the heart of the Bering Mountains!Soldier, you're not kidding!" a tall middle-aged man in the tent asked a soldier dressed as a messenger who was half kneeling on the ground in front of him. "How can cavalry enter the Bering Mountains, and besides, they still need to enter the dense forest! Did I hear it wrong?" the middle-aged man said sternly.

The messenger did not show timidity because of the stern voice of the middle-aged man, but said without humility or arrogance, "This is the prince's order. ”

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded, of course he recognized it, this messenger had the gray-white medal of the lion legion on his chest, which could not be faked, and if you looked closely, it was different from the ordinary lion medal, the messenger's medal had a beautiful pattern around it, and this could only be possessed by Prince Kensel's personal guards.

The middle-aged man groaned, and finally said, "But the city of Bimore is about to be breached, and the day the city is broken, it is the time when the major cavalry regiments agreed by the military department will be encircled, and I can't transfer the cavalry regiment at this time." The middle-aged man said categorically.

"I'm just conveying the prince's order, what do you do, my lord, the prince will naturally deal with it afterwards. The messenger said.

The middle-aged man was also very embarrassed at this time, the order conflicted with the order, of course he knew which was more important, if it were not for the messenger wearing the medal of the prince's personal guard, he would have driven out this soldier who gave orders indiscriminately.

"I need to talk to the Marquis of Mammon, you come with me. The middle-aged man thought about it for a long time and finally said.

This middle-aged man is the Marquis of Sandru, who has mastered the most elite cavalry unit of the Eagle Legion, and is also the old man of Baron Kaidozi. Different from Marquis Marmmon's little old man, Marquis Sandru's age is not much different from Marquis Marmon's, but his stronger strength makes his appearance stay for a while, this is the most powerful man on the surface of the Eagle Legion, a peak-level knight squire.

A short time later, the Marquis Sandru arrived at the Marquis Marmen's tent, and after a brief recount, the Marquis of Mammon was silent. "Why?" asked the Marquis of Mammon, although it was the duty of the soldiers to obey orders, but the Marquis of Mammon, who was about to enjoy the fruits of victory, still couldn't figure it out, he didn't know how the always wise and decisive Prince Kensell could give such a stupid order, and the order was only to send the cavalry regiment to the Bering Mountains, and did not give specific tasks.

"It's classified, and you just need to carry out the order, Marquis。。。。。。 The herald said.

"Tell me, why?" said the Marquis of Mammon, furious, at the little herald who had been old enough to be his grandson.

"Tell me, what's the reason? I'm sure Kensel wouldn't have given such an order, there must be a reason. Marquis Sandru also helped, although he and Marquis Marmen are old partners and old rivals, but at this juncture, Marquis Sandru and Marquis Marmmon have the same opinion.

Seeing that the two adults were in a posture of refusing orders, the messenger thought of the prince's request before leaving, and made sure that all the legions must send troops to rescue Princess Angelina, and the messenger finally explained the reason, "Because of Princess Angelina。。。。。 ”

After listening to the messenger's narration, the two marquis figured out the end of the matter in an instant, "This Princess of Kent is really getting more and more excessive!" Fortunately, there were only two marquis and three messengers in this tent at this time, otherwise I don't know how much of a wave this would have caused when this word spread.

"The question now is how many troops to send to meet them, how many infantry to send in addition to the cavalry, it is impossible to search the long border by cavalry alone, and the Bering Mountains, as a subsidiary mountain range of the Mofei Forest, are not a safe place. The Marquis Sandru did not complain like the Marquis of Mammong, but calmly put forward his opinion.

Marquis Marmon also restrained his complaints and began to think seriously, Angelina was raised by him, it can be said that among so many marquis in the royal capital, Princess Angelina could only sleep peacefully in his arms when she was a child, and he had long regarded Princess Angelina as his own granddaughter. To say that the most anxious person who received the news that the princess might be in distress, except for the king and the prince of Kensale, is him, of course, the Marquis of Mammon will not show it, he will prove himself with practical actions.

"The cavalry regiment will send three brigades, and the infantry will let the fourth corps go, which is just for training. With a wave of his hand, the Marquis of Mammon made the following decision.

Hearing what Marquis Marmen said, Marquis Sandru resisted the urge to slap the table, and said word by word: "Impossible! I will send at most a brigade of cavalry, the Fourth Infantry Regiment I do not agree to transfer, this time than Moore City siege, the Fourth Corps is the main force, you send him out, which corps do you plan to let attack the city? The First Corps? After the Battle of Filmore Gorge, the First Corps has not recovered until now, and now the First Corps is mobilized, I do not agree!" Marquis Sandru finished in a huff.

"Isn't there a second corps? Marquis Mammon said weakly. He and Marquis Sandru are like the two extremes of a magnet, if you are weak, he will be strong, if you are strong, he will be weak, don't look at Marquis Marmmon's usual fiery temper, and Marquis Sandru is the image of a good man, at this time Marquis Marmmon felt that he was at a loss, but for the sake of his dear Angelina's sweetheart, he could only pretend to be cowardly, hoping that his old partner could agree with him.

"You also know how big the Second Corps is, what happened, and who bears the responsibility. The Marquis of Sandru still disagreed, and the two were still arguing.

As for our heralds, they were already frightened by the Marquis of Marmen's tone at this time, most of the cavalry regiment, a whole infantry regiment, Lord Marquis, you are so angry!

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It's been a long time.,Here Xiaodou said sorry.,I'll be here today.,I'll try to explode another chapter at night.。