Military exercises have been called bloodless wars since ancient times, or wars are bloodshed exercises. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Either way, exercises have always been a good way to test the combat effectiveness and readiness of the army in peacetime. Although the wars were too frequent, for the country of France, the occasional confrontation with its southern neighbor was worth any training. It's just that such special training requires a lot of cost.

After the first day of exploratory contact, by the early morning of 16 August, both sides of the exercise were actually within range of each other's attacks. Yesterday afternoon, the scouts first tried to give each other a dismount. However, in the first battle, the newly appointed officer Magie Landil performed well. It seems that he quickly adapted to his new position, and he also got along very well with his subordinates. These were well exemplified in the able actions of the scout cavalry of the Thirteenth Legion.

Cenna had already gotten up and dressed, and she had given herself a little time before leaving the tent to prepare for today's business. A slender and powerful hand gently brushed over a large box containing all the jewelry that Saugland had displayed at that ball. You're all beautiful, but I can't keep you with me all the time, Gina said to herself. This is probably the only thing that can always be by my side. With that in mind, she pulled out the crystal from Navi from the clothes on her chest. Perhaps because of the fact that it has always been worn close to the body, the prismatic crystal feels exceptionally warm to the touch on such an early autumn morning. Cenna put the crystal to her lips and kissed it, then tucked it back into her clothes, and lifted the curtain of the tent in high spirits.

Compared to the 13th Legion, which was the defender, the First Legion was slightly harder. Since they had lost more dragon riders in the first day of air combat, Oiffi had to spend more time on the reconnaissance of the opposing dragoons. For this reason, he personally led people to set several traps, disguised as lone units individually, to attract the opposing dragon knights to lower their altitude to attack, and then "shoot" with ambushed archers; Or cooperate with Gursi, wait for the opponent to lower the altitude, and ambush him with the dragon knight hidden in the sky. In short, do everything. The 3rd Dragon Knight Squadron suffered initial losses (1 shot down and 1 seriously wounded by ground fire; Shot down by an air unit and wounded by 3), it is no longer possible to hover over the opponent too rashly.

Taking advantage of the time period when the opposing dragon knights were suppressed, the First Legion quickened its pace and rushed towards their main target.

"It's a shame that it turned out to be such a regular situation." Ispar said as he munched on black bread as he stood by the fence of the position.

"Only the state of the rules can better test our combat effectiveness." Kreyitt responded to his wingman's complaints.

"Neither Admiral Santro nor Admiral Lanfonte could establish a situation in their absolute favor with each other, so they tacitly chose the most straightforward way." Huyunston's view.

"Simply......" Grossling's rare remarks were interrupted.

"To put it simply, we don't have to do any damn disguise or roundabout maneuvers and just have a fight with each other?" Haas's true nature is unmistakably exposed.

"So to speak." Faced with the only single-celled creature in the five-person group, Kreitt was only embarrassed.

Almost at the same time, on the opposite side of them - in the big tent of the Chinese army of the First Army.

"Hey, what did you say? Is this really an order from Your Majesty and Lord Luce? "Oiffi is obviously hard to believe.

"I said, I'm a general, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, don't my words have any credibility at all?" The messenger was Admiral Ernest Sauer.

Hearing the commander's argument, General Yeft, who came with him, muttered to himself: "It's not because you have behaved badly, I think it's a completely normal reaction for Lord Santro to have such concerns, but as a general, he doesn't even have the least self-knowledge of this." Oh my God......" as he lamented that he was unlucky to be such a chief. Sauer stretched out his hand and dragged Yeft to his side, and continued to say to the commander of the First Army: "Even if I am unreliable, then you should always believe Yeft, you see that with his appearance, he is completely like a three-year-old child." ”

The Boyovue, who was standing beside Oyifi, cast a sympathetic look at Yeft, who was being fiddled with like a puppet.

"You're not done, Lord Sauer!"

"Ouch, it hurts...... ...... painfully, "Sauer was restrained by the capture of one of his men who had blown away.

"Lord Santero, in short, we have conveyed Her Majesty's will for Her Majesty, whether you believe it or not, you can do it." After Yeft finished speaking, he dragged his chief out, "We should go, Lord Sauer." ”

The commanders of the First Legion watched the two high-ranking officers of the Praetorian Guard leave in a cold sweat, and Oyifi turned his gaze to Baiohuo, "What do you think? ”

"Legionnaire, your opinion is what matters." The commander of the 1st Division kicked the ball back.

"I think no matter what, it's a good move for us. By surprise, we will win this exercise, but ......"

"It's just that it looks a bit invincible, doesn't it? Legionnaire. "You're still afraid of offending Mademoiselle Lamfonte." ”

Oyifi held his chin, touched his beautiful mustache again, and then stomped and said loudly: "General Baiouhuo!" ”

"The lower official is here."

"Let us faithfully accept the favor that Her Majesty has given us, since it is a realistic exercise, then it is enough to achieve victory on the battlefield, and as for what method is used, that is a secondary question."

"What the Legion Elder said is very true, so the lower officer will go and prepare."

"Okay, you can go."

Sauer and Yeft then returned to the viewing platform, but only His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief and the two regimental commanders were waiting for them.

"How's it going, has the order been smoothly conveyed to Admiral Santero?" Old Henry asked.

Sauer answered the old marshal's inquiry with a "I can do my job" expression, and Yeft sat aside without saying a word.

"I wonder what Lord Luce's intention is in suddenly bringing this up?" Frank Shaw's complaints remain.

"Probably because the Prime Minister lacks confidence in the First Legion." Huo Lin explained to his colleagues.

"Then what's the matter with him today, even Her Majesty won't be here this time."

"It is said that he went to receive an important guest, and it was Marshal Luce himself who invited him yesterday." Old Henry answered the question of the junior captain.

"Okay, okay, I wish he could show up once before the exercise is over, that's a lot of nonsense."

"Sir, miss, the carriage sent by Her Majesty is already waiting outside." The old janitor bent down his already unstraight waist, which made his back look a little hunched, but today anyone would feel that the old man had a spirit that did not belong to his previous situation.

"Okay, I got it." The marquis looked back at the stairs, and saw that his daughter had dressed herself and was slowly coming downstairs.

As yesterday, the residents of Roland Gaslow Avenue began to gather early in the morning to pay attention to the situation at Rabelais' home. The servants they had sent to inquire about the situation had scarcely any effort, and the old janitor of the Rabelais house, with unforeseen pride, announced to those of the same class with whom they had no normal acquaintance what would happen tomorrow.

For this reason, many people changed their usual habits and let their servants serve and get up early. Different from yesterday's wait-and-see attitude, this time many people used the morning walk as an excuse to come out to get close to the development of this incident. Saugland apparently did not make it any longer for everyone to wait, and the carriage, escorted by the Praetorian Guard, arrived at the door of Rabelais's house at about 8 o'clock.

To his surprise, Larsen, who was not supposed to be on duty today, persuaded Yeft to go to the exercise site and volunteer to take on this trivial task. Sogrend didn't object, after all, having someone familiar with the other party do it would ease the tension of the guests.

"The deputy commander of the Praetorian Guard, General Kiel Larson, has been ordered to greet the Marquis of Rabelais and Mademoiselle, I wonder if the two are ready." Larson shouted with great vigour. Feeling that the Commander's behavior today was different from usual, the Praetorian Guards couldn't help but exchange their opinions with each other's eyes.

"Our lord and young lady are ready." The old janitor was also proud, and he had waited for 30 years to finally wait for the day when the family would be revitalized. The old man's sense of hearing had gradually lost its original function with age, but today, now, he seemed to be able to hear the whispers of outsiders standing in the distance. Words of jealousy and envy seemed to fill the air around him, and kept pouring into his ears, causing his dull eardrum to vibrate comfortably.

"Then let's get in the car." Larsson's invitation was well-behaved and full of military masculinity.

The Marquis bowed his thanks to the Praetorian Guard officer, and then boarded the carriage first. After him, Mademoiselle Marquis also saluted Larson, and it was then discovered that the young lady of the Rabelais family was also a true beauty—elegant and full of intellectual beauty.

"Please let me serve you." Larsson stepped forward.

"Then you're in for you." Mademoiselle Marquis stretched out one hand to hold the other's arm, and with the other hand holding her skirt, stepped up the small ladder of the carriage.

The Pharians were not as savage and uncourteous as they might think, as was the common thought of most of the Narcibes nobles who watched the bustle from the sidelines. They were making light-hearted comments on the side, and how could they have thought about the efforts that the parties had to pay for this? In order to be able to live up to the rudeness of today's few minutes, Larsson spent the whole night yesterday, or more luxuriously, three candles to be exact.

On the other hand, Thorgrande was accompanying Her Majesty the Queen on a morning walk in the garden, which was clearly the best way to pass the time before receiving guests.

"My dear Prime Minister, you said you would like to recommend to me an important person, and it could not be the Marquis of Rabelais, whom you visited yesterday. If I'm not mistaken, their family also has a murderer of my grandfather, can you give me a reasonable explanation? Margaret took the other man's arm and asked lightly.

"Your Majesty, do you feel that there are too many administrative matters to deal with?" Sogre begins with a rhetorical question that seems to be answered as usual than what is being asked.

"It's not so much that there's too much going on, it's more about understaffing."

"It is true that while Farensi has a sound system for the training of officers, we have not inherited their system of civilian training from Nasibis......"

"That's because the system of civil appointments in Nasibis is simply corrupt and cronyistic. The promotion of an official is not based on his talent, but on his family background, and how can we allow such a system to continue to exist? ”

"However, not using a bad system does not mean that no system is better. Since our country was in fact in a state of war with Mastar for a long time, the system of using the army and officers to manage everything was exercised for a very long time. Although a number of civilian personnel have been recruited, neither quantity nor quality has been adequate. Now the situation will be temporarily calmed down, and it will not be possible to be at war with other countries all the time, and the people do not support the French because they need war, they need a stable and prosperous life, and this is what the army cannot give them. ”

"You mentioned this plan to me before, we need a good administrative system and people who can serve this system. Is that why you want me to appoint the Marquis de Rabelais to establish the new Civil Academy? ”

"This is just the beginning, my majesty."

"What the hell do you think?"

"Mastar has preserved most of the documents from the period of the Yartikat Empire, so Wechen tried to absorb some of the wisdom of his predecessors when he was a guest there, and it was a very large project, and it would take us about three or five years to fully establish its prototype. Wechen has been writing about this recently, and you should be able to issue an important edict based on Wechen's suggestion later. ”

At this moment, a Praetorian Guard soldier trotted over, "Report to Your Majesty, the carriage that greeted the guests has returned." ”

"I know, you go and inform them that they're ready to welcome the guests." Sending the soldiers away, Margaret turned back, "Then, my dear Prime Minister, let us go together to meet the guests you have invited." ”

Sit in the royal carriage, escorted by the majestic Janissary Hussars. This kind of treatment may not be fulfilled by some people who have been looking forward to it for a lifetime, but compared to her father's somewhat excited and proud emotions, Aretha, the Marquis de Rabelais, was not so high-spirited. Although she clearly knew that this was a good opportunity for their family to turn around, she was surprised that she was not particularly excited, perhaps because she had developed a temperament since childhood.

Eletha noticed that the officer who had arrived with Saulgrande Leuss yesterday had been riding his horse close to her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. Miss Rabelais was distinguished in her studies, but it was also true that she did not socialize much for objective reasons. She knew that she had such shortcomings, but she didn't know why, yesterday she was able to speak so generously in front of such strange people? Obviously, Larson alone could not have had that effect.

"Eresa, Eresa!"

"Huh!?" Miss Rabelais's thoughts were interrupted, "What's the matter, father?" ”

"We're here." The Marquis of Rabelais' eyes were full of loving reproach.

"Oh." Mademoiselle Marquis blushed and buried her head.

In front of the Eduk Palace, it was another lively welcome scene, and everyone who passed by the square in front of the palace unconsciously stopped, wanting to watch the excitement for a while to add some fun and leisure conversation to the ordinary day.

After getting out of the carriage, Aretha could still feel the hot gaze of the Praetorian Guard officer, which looked so hot in the cool months of early autumn. She could only pretend not to care, and followed her father up the steps to face the host. The Prime Minister is dressed as usual today; Her Majesty, who was supposed to be standing in front of him, was leaning against him with a smile on her beautiful long braids. The two of them are very close, Aresha thought.

Sogrande and her father's greetings, Miss Rabelais, did not actually listen to a word, but the young Queen looked at each other for a long time. In the end, it was Margaret's smile that broke the situation. Her Majesty first extended her hand to the Marquis, and asked the other party to kiss the hand, and such an enthusiastic and active expression made the Marquis of Rabelais, who was on the side, even more excited.

"Then let's go in and talk about it, if it's convenient, I hope the two of you can enjoy the light and have lunch with Your Majesty." Sogrand extended an invitation to the father and daughter.

"It's our pleasure." The marquis's father and daughter saluted in unison. The father looked at his daughter in a little surprise, and the side who was the daughter was also ashamed of his slight transgression.

"That's great, let's go." Margaret lifted her skirt as she spoke, and walked to the front to lead the way for the guests.

"Please, two of you." Thorgrend gestured with his hand.

Miss Rabelais nodded, took her father's arm, and followed. Then she looked back seemingly casually, confirming that Sogrerd had followed.

"Eletha Rabelais (327-385), a famous female mathematician and philosopher in history. To the shame of the people of Artikat, in mathematics, only this delicate woman of our time could match the great scholars of the Eastern Continent. —From the Chronicle of Science, compiled by the Royal Zigner Academy of Sciences, 1420 Gregorian Calendar.