A few days later, the county town of Sadeland. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's winter, and it's especially bitter cold in the northwest. Although it was already early in the morning and the sun was beginning to rise over the city, the guards on the city walls stood for nearly half the night, and the cold air still made these Macedonian warriors a little difficult to resist.

"Hell, it's really cold in the northwest!"

A young Macedonian soldier couldn't help but rub his hands and muttered in a low voice: "Such a cold weather can only be adapted to by those northwesterners of the Bright Empire." In Macedonia, I am afraid that even the wild bears in the mountains have hid for the winter. ”

Another soldier next to him also nodded when he heard him say this: "That's right, but a few days ago, I heard from a few guys in charge of military quartermasters, and there was a military order from above, saying that it was necessary to prepare materials and ordnance, and all horses and vehicles in the city were collected." I'm afraid that if there is no war in the near future, we will probably be going home soon!"

When the soldier heard this, his eyes suddenly became a little brighter, and he couldn't help but lean closer to the guy who was talking next to him, and asked with some surprise: "Where did you hear it, is it reliable?"

The Macedonian soldier next to him couldn't help but feel a little more proud when he saw him like this, squinted his eyes and glared at him and said:

"Naturally, it is reliable, among the few soldiers in charge of the quartermaster, there is also a guy from the same tribe as me. I listened to the rumors he revealed, and the news naturally couldn't be wrong...... But then again, the general didn't give the military order, and I'm just guessing. Don't talk nonsense, if the commander hears it, he will punish me. ”

The young Macedonian soldier also nodded quickly, and was about to ask a few more questions, when he suddenly heard footsteps from under the city. The two soldiers quickly shut their mouths, couldn't help but straighten up, and sure enough, they saw a group of Macedonian soldiers walking towards the city under the leadership of an officer.

The leading Macedonian officer was quite burly, with a full beard and a thin braided hair, which was densely coiled around his head, exactly like a typical Macedonian.

The officer, leading a group of soldiers, quickly walked to the corner tower of the castle tower, and when one of the officers on duty saw him, he immediately looked respectful, for he recognized this man as the chief of the guard of General Barcellus.

"You're the sentry captain on duty today?"

The chief of the guard glanced at him, took out a parchment roll from his hand, and said aloud:

"All the soldiers in charge of the city's defense are under martial law today, the army in the city is mobilized, beware of the invasion of the Northwest Army, and the city's defense is now all taken over by the Eighth Army Corps, so you all hurry down to the city to sort out your armaments! General Baseleus has an order, the whole army is ready and mobilized, and it will be pulled out this afternoon, this is the general's warrant, you can take a look!"

The officer on duty hurriedly took the parchment scroll, and sure enough, he saw that it was written the order ordering the city defense to take over and the signature of Baseileus himself.

His heart moved, and he couldn't help but look up at the chief of the guard, and asked with some doubts: "Lord of the guard, I don't know that the scale of this mobilization is so large, is it going to be a decisive battle with the Northwest Army?"

The chief of the guard frowned, and said in a somewhat stiff tone: "General Baseileus only ordered the whole army to be mobilized, and the soldiers belonging to all the legions in the city are being mobilized, as for the general's intentions, who can speculate, you just need to carry it out, how can there be so many problems?"

When the duty commander heard him say this, he could only smile on his face, but he couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied in his heart: Hmph, these Eighth Legion people are really arrogant guys with eyes on the top of their heads!

The chief of the guard ignored the slander in his heart, and after giving the order, he immediately led a group of soldiers behind him to take over the city defense. Seeing that the soldiers in the city retreated to the city one after another, and the direction of the military camp in the south of the city was also mobilized, the heart of the chief of the guard suddenly swelled with a little relief: It seems that this time, the troops are finally going to retreat......

............

"The subordinates think that they can't retreat at this moment!"

In the Sadrand County Guard's Mansion, a young general shouted with excitement with a flushed face. He was wearing armor, and the iron armor on his chest was thinly tattooed with a giant axe and two ears of lotus arabesques, which were the insignia of a long-standing noble tribe in Macedonia - it was clear that this guy was a Macedonian nobleman of no low status.

At this moment, there were seven or eight Macedonian generals sitting in the entire conference room, and the top one was Barcelus. Just now, Barcelus informed all the high-ranking Macedonian generals to mobilize the legionnaires of his various divisions, and the assembly was completed before dark, and the five legions were withdrawn from the city of Sadland one after another!

The direction that Baseiles was pointing in was the direction of the grasslands west of the valley corridor, which immediately caused the shock of everyone present. Because everyone knows that there is undoubtedly only one possibility for the Macedonian army to go this way - to withdraw and return to Macedonia!

This Baseiles actually decided to withdraw at this moment?!

Such a decision undoubtedly aroused strong opposition from the remaining generals, and a young general of the Ninth Army immediately jumped out. And the Macedonian god of war looked at him with a rather angry look, but there was no emotional fluctuation on his face, just squinted his eyes, carefully observing the expressions of everyone present.

"Now that His Highness Falusi is not known in his life and death, and the Northwest Army is eyeing him, no matter from which point of view, we should stick to Sadrand and confront the Northwest Army. Even if you want to withdraw from the army, you have to wait until you find His Highness Faluxi to make plans, you withdraw at this time, don't you care about the life and death of Your Highness?!"

The general was quite excited, and in the end, he pointed at Barcelus, with a look of unkindness and anger. On the contrary, Baseileus looked calm, his eyes swept over the round table of the meeting, fell on the faces of the other generals, and said lightly: "Do you all mean the same thing?"

The other generals also looked a little ugly, and naturally faintly supported the general's opinion in their hearts. It's just that except for the young fluted boy, no one dares to openly challenge the authority of Baseileus, after all, among the several generals present, only Barcellus has the strongest prestige.

Although some Macedonian generals who were more serious were puzzled, they thought that this Macedonian commander would never make such a ridiculous decision for no reason. Since he Barcelus said this, he must naturally have a reason, and instead of rushing to oppose it, it is better to listen to his own explanation, and save offending this guy. Thinking about it this way, some people's faces are still unmoved.

Barcelus's eyes swept around, seeing the different expressions of these people, he naturally understood their thoughts in his heart. He shook his head, didn't even look at the young general anymore, and said in a flat tone:

"Of course I know what he says. However, it has been a year since the army went east, and most of the county towns in Moxi are almost all owned by me Macedonia. Now that we have collected all the supplies and food of all the cities and counties in the valley, this valley corridor is just an empty shelf.

As for the most important point, it is the whereabouts of His Highness Farousi......"

When Baseileus said this, he suddenly stood up, his eyes swept over everyone present, and said word by word:

"Two days ago, the Northwest Army sent a wooden box under the city, but there was only one body in the box. I have examined it myself, and the body is probably ...... His Highness Falusi himself" (to be continued.) )