When King Elliot returned to the barracks, he never came out of the ornate tent.

In the middle, he also asked the guards to carry a large bucket of hot water in, and then scolded everyone to retreat, it seemed that he was taking a bath, and his mood was not very stable.

The generals gathered around and talked about it, but they did not understand why the king had to go out for a walk, and when he came back, he had to do so hard to clean his body, and that his clothes were not dirty, and they did not look like they had fallen into a muddy dung pit.

Elliot didn't eat lunch, and he didn't see anyone, and the generals who came to discuss the military situation were so anxious that they turned around in circles.

It was not until it was getting late and the red sun was setting in the west that the king's tent was finally opened, and the guards began to shout for the generals to see.

When the group had entered, they bowed and stepped aside, and no one spoke first, for Elliot was visibly unpleasant.

No one dared to be angry with this king, who was more beautiful than any woman, but crueler than any man.

Elliott still nestled in the soft chair in his trademark languid posture, and this time he did not bury his head in trimming his nails, but scanned the generals with a cold gaze, from left to right, and then from right to left, until everyone looked nervous and undare, and he smiled.

"Have you had dinner?"

Everyone nodded.

He continued to smile:

"You've worked hard these days, have you eaten enough?"

"I'm full!" the crowd saw that the king had become kind, and their expressions gradually relaxed.

Only one was suddenly vigilant and shouted:

"I haven't eaten enough! Because His Majesty has ordered that the supply of food be limited!"

This person's speech reminded the generals, and everyone quickly changed their words, saying that they were actually not full, and the reason why they said that they were full was just to not bother His Majesty.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and a few minutes later, the soldiers saw a row of generals standing outside the commander's tent, all of them bending down and picking their throats, and vomiting all over the dinner they had just eaten.

Under the supervision of King Elliot, no one could cut corners, and until there was only sour water left to vomit, the king pinched his nose and walked in front of everyone, carefully examining the vomit.

Whoever spit out less food, the king patted his shoulders one by one and gave encouragement and comfort:

"You are very honest, worthy of my trust, and even more worthy of the soldiers' trust!"

And those who violated the limit and ate and drank heavily at dinner could only face the frosty coldness of Elliot:

"Our army's supplies are cut off, the soldiers are limited in food, you, as generals, can't share weal and sorrow with your subordinates, and have the face to lead the soldiers?

Not only that, but Elliot also announced that these nobles involved not only relieved their command, but also deprived them of all the promised spoils, that is, the new fiefdoms after the conquest of the Havilland Empire.

It's not a bad thing to just go home, at least the danger of dying on the battlefield is avoided, and it is not a big deal to be taken away by the king to take the army, as long as the fiefs and lords are still there, they can be recruited again at any time, but losing the "spoils" can cost them their lives!

Just for the rich rewards of this war, they sent troops to pay money and food, spent most of their wealth, and the position of the new fief also made them talk about the war with great difficulty, which was the compromise result of many nobles, how could they be deprived by the young king's order?

A Fisher nobleman finally couldn't bear it anymore and pointed at the king and roared:

"Elliott, you perverted sissy! You and I know how to sit on this throne! Since you cross the river and tear down the bridge, don't blame me for being ruthless!

After yelling, he turned and left.

In order to prevent the king's retaliation, he immediately drew his sword, called out to his guards to gather and escort, and hurried to the camp of his descendants.

The rest of the people remained silent, silently turning their heads to look at Elliott.

Everyone knows that the king will not give up, but that nobleman also has tens of thousands of soldiers under his command, and the forces behind him are even more powerful, and once the two sides tear their faces and fight infighting, there is no need for the empire to launch a counterattack, and the coalition forces will kill each other and shed rivers of blood.

How to choose a side in the middle seems to be a big problem.

However, Elliot did not seem to be in a hurry or annoyed, and only whispered faintly:

"Teacher, someone is disobedient!"

The tone is like that of a wronged little girl complaining to an adult.

The master of the War Sect known as "Teacher" next to the king never showed up, but every complaint would take effect immediately, and it was the same now.

The dazzling red light swept over the barracks, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly, it seemed that the figure was still a little blurry and transparent, but the brilliant light wings behind its shoulders were unknown to everyone, this was the sign of the War Sect!

The red light flashed away, coming and going quickly, and the "teacher" glanced at it, but disappeared.

Everyone stood stunned like clay sculptures, and after a few seconds of silence, the nobleman who had just turned his face "plopped" to the ground, and a head rolled out a few meters away.

The guards around him were unharmed, and they all watched in a daze as their master died violently, not knowing what to do.

Facing all the soldiers, Elliot shouted:

"Our army is cut off from supplies, and rations have to be limited in supply, but from today onwards, as long as the soldiers are not full, I myself will never eat any food again, everyone witnesses, I will command everyone hungry until the capture of Sesnek and the capture of the stockpile!"

Speaking of this, the king paused deliberately and accentuated:

"At that time, I will allow the whole army to slaughter the city for three days and plunder freely!"

The soldiers were stunned for a second, and then they all cheered wildly:

"Long live the King!

It is impossible for all the hundreds of thousands of troops to hear the king's declaration, but the news will spread quickly, and the morale of the whole army will certainly be uplifted.

Even the descendants of the slain nobleman are now blushing and shouting "Long live".

Elliot turned to the generals, walked slowly in front of them, and asked with a smile:

"Wouldn't it be terrible if the nobles united against me?"

"No, it's not terrible! we all support Your Majesty!"

"If the nobles really unite, it's actually very scary!" Elliot walked in front of everyone, looking at their expressions with interest, "But what I'm more curious about is that any alliance must have a leader, who will take the lead, who will dare to lead?"

"No one dares! Whoever betrays the king will die!" the generals looked loyal.

"Haha, I hope you have the same heart. Elliot strode into the tent, "Come, let's have a meeting!"

Then the people wiped a cold sweat, followed the king into the tent, and gathered around the table to begin the routine battle meeting.

"It is known that the enemy army was divided into three groups. ”

Elliot tapped on the sand table on the table, and his finger landed on the Imperial Legion of the West, seventy kilometers to the east.

"This is the largest group of the enemy, claiming to be 80,000 men, but they have been hesitating and not daring to come and fight us. ”

A staff officer walked upright, saluted, and began to speak.

In fact, there is no need to listen anymore, everyone has long known that the troops of the Imperial Crown Prince Frank are all mobilized soldiers, peasants who have been temporarily recruited from more than a dozen aristocratic fiefdoms, the armor is uneven, the weapons are scarce, and the morale is so low that people flee every day, and now the actual strength is less than 70,000.

When the staff officer finished speaking, he saluted and retreated, and Elliot looked at a general of the Zaran Kingdom with a grin:

"You have 40,000 Zaran heavy infantry, if you bring them all, can you defeat Frank?"

The general dared to have the slightest objection, and immediately stood up and shouted:

"No problem!

"Courage is commendable, but don't brag!" Elliot stretched out his hand and patted the man on the shoulder gently, but the other party's whole body trembled in fright, "The heavy infantry can't run fast, the enemy scatters and flees, can you catch up? If you can't catch up, how can you wipe them out?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'll try my best, that, kill as much as I can!"

"I don't want to listen to anything as much as possible, it's too vague!

Elliot's expression became serious, he pulled the emblem of the Zaran heavy infantry from the sand table, glanced at the general, and continued:

"Early tomorrow morning, you will set out with your army and ...... here Keep an eye on Frank and stick him, don't let him run away! When I finish the battle of Cessnek, I will join you with light infantry and cavalry, and then I can wipe out all the enemy troops and wipe them out! Irrigate the earth with the blood of the enemy and let the name of the alliance shake the world!"

With Elliott's fierce words, the sign was planted twenty kilometers east of the city of Sessnek.

"Yes!" General Zaran suddenly stood up and decisively took the order.

"Okay!" Elliot casually flicked his hand and knocked the symbol representing Frank's army into the air, "This group is left alone for the time being, let's take a look at Sessnek!"

The staff officer took a few steps and again began to report the details of the enemy Sessnek group.

The city of Cyprus is home to the last elite of the Havilland Empire, commanded by the Marquis Philip, the provost of the Royal Military Academy, with a total of 60,000 troops.

The troops in the city were well-trained and well-equipped, and the generals were mostly professional soldiers, and they were leaning on strong high walls, which was obviously not a good bone to gnaw.

When these introductions were finished, Elliot smiled incomprehensibly and asked his subordinates a question:

"How long will it take for this army to capture the city of Sessnek?"

The crowd looked at each other, and no one dared to reply easily, but the king's eyes were so sharp that those who were watching had to answer:

"Three days, three days should be fine!"

"What do you mean by 'should'? I hate this ambiguity!" Elliot stretched out two slender fingers and gently plucked the emblem of the Cypriot Legion, "Let me say that it was one day, the day of the war. ”

"That'...... That's hard!" the general subconsciously replied.

"It used to be difficult, but now it's easy. Elliot laughed, "I just stripped a few nobles of their new fiefs, as long as I do a little more coordination and exchange, meet the surrender conditions of Marquis Philip, and allow him to keep the fief, this coward will immediately join our camp!"

The generals just woke up from a dream, and Elliott made a sinister arrangement, starting from the sentence "I haven't eaten enough", this person's scheming is indescribable, and almost everyone breaks out in a cold sweat.

But there are also people who notice something wrong and can't help but remind in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, but you have promised the whole army that you can slaughter the city for three days in Sessnek, this ......"

Elliot smiled and shook his head:

"I promised Philip to keep the fief, but I didn't promise him to keep the population, anyway, the city gate was already open, and if he had any objections, he would be slaughtered together. ”

Everyone was in a cold sweat again, and the tent was so quiet that you could hear the sound of heartbeat.

The longer you spend with this King Elliot, the more you will feel that "there is no most insidious, only more insidious".

And before the king's plan was finished, the bewitching face smiled more and more charmingly, and a slender finger tapped at Sessnek:

"On the day of the decisive battle, we first pretended to siege the city, and the whole army faced the city wall, but the formation was reversed, ready to turn back at any time, and meet the enemy forces attacking from the outside line......"

Everyone was puzzled again, since the Frank army could be ignored, and the Sesnek defenders were going to surrender again, who would they fight again?

Could it be......

The eyes of several generals turned to the west side in unison, the cunning bandit who called himself the "Knights of Heaven" and made trouble behind their backs, cutting off all supplies, Chang Le!

But Changle is said to have only a few thousand people, and the coalition army has more than 100,000 horses, and the word that should be used for Changle is "encirclement and suppression", so why is there a need for "decisive battle"?

Duke Clifford bluntly questioned this question, he was relatively calm among the generals, and was not frightened by Elliot, after all, his own strength reached level 4 war spirit, and he commanded the most elite fire troops in the Zaran Kingdom.

The Agni Force has a special status, they are all high-level cultivators, and the number is relatively small, so there is no restriction on the supply of rations, and Duke Clifford did not participate in the collective vomiting just now.

Elliot was polite to the duke, but instead of answering his question, he asked a rhetorical question:

"Your Agni Force, how many assassination cultivators can sneak around?"

"My troops are mainly in the offensive and defensive combat department, and there are very few assassination departments, only more than thirty people, all of whom are high-level scouts. ”

"Okay, let's send them out. ”

Elliot stretched out his jade-carved white and delicate palm, and swiped between Sesnek and Fort Stanley, covering at least tens of thousands of square kilometers:

"Please keep an eye on the entire area, and report to me immediately any movement of the Changle troops!"

The Duke nodded, but his expression was still disapproving:

"That robber only has a few thousand men, and the reason why it's a headache is because he is too cunning, he always avoids real attacks and takes advantage of false gains, and never fights us, are you sure he will come when the decisive battle comes?"

"He's coming!" Elliot gritted his teeth as he stared at the small flag on the map.

They did not know why the king was so sure, but since he had said so, he had no choice but to say no more.

Finally, the king regained his smile, raised his left hand lightly, held one of the duke's hands in the palm of his hand, and gently pinched the duke's fingers with his right hand.

Many people suspect at this moment that, according to King Elliot's habit, I am afraid that the next moment he will break the duke's finger and punish him for his public questioning just now.

However, Elliot just bent the duke's fingers one by one, gathered them into a fist, and then smiled and patted it:

"You are my iron fist!"

He turned to the map again:

"On the day of the decisive battle, Chang Le will definitely try to join forces with Sessnekri and flank our army. But when he arrives at the battlefield, Philip will open the gates and come out to fight alongside me, while the Hanhai cavalry will outflank from the right flank and cut off the retreat of the Changle army. By this time......"

He smiled and grabbed the duke's fist and slammed it into the position where Chang Le was in his fantasy, with a loud "bang", and the wooden sand table almost shattered.

"Duke, if you don't smash your iron fist hard enough and let Chang Le escape, you know very well what the consequences will be. ”

The duke was sweating profusely at the moment, obviously fighting with Elliott, and wanted to withdraw his fist, but he was still pinched in the palm of the opponent's palm and did not move.

Elliott smiled:

"People or things in my control, don't try to escape from my control easily!"

After saying that, he let go of his slender jade fingers.

The duke grinned and rubbed his red fist, bowed his head respectfully and replied:

"Don't worry, I promise to attack with all my might, either come back with Changle's head, or let my subordinates bring back my head!"

"It's better to capture him alive, I'm going to kill him with my own hands!"

"Yes!"

Elliott smiled and turned to the generals:

"So you should understand, why I have been waiting for the Hanhai cavalry, Changle is treacherous and cunning, if I don't have a large-scale cavalry, I won't be sure to wipe him out!"

Speaking of this, he glanced at the liaison officer of the Hanhai Kingdom again:

"What are your plans, General Soglov, and when are you going to go?"

After all the incidents, even if the people of Hanhai were all fierce outlaws, they were already terrified by Elliot, and the man hurriedly explained, saying that the general was just preparing for an attack, and he would definitely set off on his way tomorrow.

"If he doesn't move tomorrow, my teacher will visit him. ”

"Will move! Will move! I'll use the teleportation magic to urge again!"

Eliote nodded, and stopped talking for a moment, just staring at the map in silence.

The people had no choice but to stand by in silence, and even if the king meditated all night, they could only stay with him all night, and no one dared to talk nonsense.

Fortunately, Elliot opened his mouth soon after, pointing to the large blank space on the source of the Nagwa River on the map, and frowned:

"There are many rivers and lakes here, which is not suitable for large-scale cavalry combat, and it is the only way for Sogelov to go south, and according to what I know about Changle, he is likely to send troops to ambush!"

The liaison officer of Hanhai smiled:

"General Soglov is fierce and good at fighting, and the eight thousand warriors of our army, even if they don't ride horses, are not something that a small robber can eat by a few thousand rabble!"

"I said, you can't take Chang Le lightly!" Elliot glanced at him coldly, then turned to the commander of the Flame Force, "Duke Clifford, if Chang Le decides to ambush, the whole army will definitely move north, you must inform me immediately at that time!"

"Yes!"

"If that's the case...... Elliot sneered and smashed his fist in the Heyuan Wetland, "I can ambush him too!"

Until the adjournment of the meeting was announced, and everyone bowed respectfully and retreated, Elliot still stared at the source wetland.

After a long time, "he" moved his gaze to Fort Stanley, reached out and pulled up the small flag representing Chang Le, and pinched his two fingers until they turned white.

"Despicable, insidious, cunning, there are people as bad as you in the world!"

Elliott had used all the derogatory adjectives once, and after gritting his teeth for a while, he finally sat back in his chair in silence, reached into the placket of his shirt, and pulled off the bandage that bound his chest, freeing himself.

Taking a deep breath, the pair grew taller and taller, and the king looked down at his chest, his cheeks flushed.

Then she held the little flag up to her eyes again, twisting it and spinning it thoughtfully.

Soon after, she suddenly laughed "poof", and then forced herself to be serious, and scolded viciously:

"This bastard!"