"It was from this position that our troops were the first to penetrate the enemy's lines. Six squadrons of Imperial Knights, three squadrons of Windwing Iron Cavalry plus twelve squadrons of musketeers split the right flank of Chaos in one fell swoop and opened the way to victory for our army. The warrior who led them into battle at that time was General Witt Alaide, who was the most famous warrior of your Imperial Thirteenth Legion and General Lukin, and a very handsome man. ”

The voice was made by a noblewoman from Kislev dressed in a dark blue leather robe, with a high fur collar and bandages on her arms and head. The mid-level ice mage, who was like a leather ball, was about forty or fifty years old, and was explaining to Hyde what it was like to fight.

The ice mage of Kislev was so fat and as wide as two Hydes that the Lord Mount would be proud of his slenderness if he saw her. However, she was a powerful mid-level ice mage, and she participated in that tragic battle, and suffered a lot of injuries, but now she seems to be recovering well, and her whole body is full of excitement.

"Ah, if I were thirty years younger, I would have to go after this knight, he was the most handsome knight I had ever seen, and the moment he rode across the battlefield on a pure white one-horned pegasus was indescribable...... Well, but I'm also self-aware, and he's got the company of the High Elves, the kind of divine race that doesn't age, and that's really ......"

The chubby blue-robed ice mage sighed a little unwillingly, and suddenly pursed his thick lips and made a look of chagrin. This made Hyde laugh, and Frey turned to snicker. Only Marshall kept a very serious expression, but the clever and funny cheetah knight didn't know what was going on in his mind.

"Dear Miss Grisha, what do you think of His Highness Hyde compared to General Werther? You ......"

As Hyde had expected, Marshall began his troll, and Frey's eyes widened at once, but she immediately remained silent with great grace.

"His Royal Highness Hyde is indeed handsome, but I must venture to say that his charm is not yet comparable to that of General Werther. His Excellency Marshall, who was too young, could not comprehend it. If Your Excellency Marshall wants to find out, I can guide Your Excellency Marshall, do you need to come over tonight?"

The chubby kislev mage named Grisha squinted her eyes in a nonchalant manner, and with two easy words she deflected back to the ill-intentioned Marshall, leaving the tall red-haired knight with nothing to say but to step back. Frey smiled and bent over, and Hyde couldn't help but laugh.

"To be able to make the holy and proud High Elves companions, General Werther's demeanor is imaginable, and I have nothing to compare it to. By the way, Miss Grisha, when will the troops we are waiting for arrive? I don't want to miss the moment of the battle because of the long wait. ”

Hyde politely offered his inquiry. In fact, Grisha is not only an ice mage, she is also the third-ranked general in Kharkiv and the sister of the Kharkiv lord, responsible for coordinating the arrival of reinforcements north. Her Ice Black Swan can communicate with troops hundreds of miles away, and if you talk about being well-informed, no one can compare to this round-faced aunt here.

"Young man is really anxious, and today several knights of your empire have asked me the same question. But Your Highness, you must know that the scattered five fingers are weak, and a small army alone can easily become the target of the enemy's attack, which is the basic principle of military affairs, because of this, we must gather a certain number of troops before we can set out. The decisive battle to free the royal capital of Kislevgrad will be unprecedented, and every ounce of Kislev's strength will be thrown into this fateful battle. So until then, we can't afford to lose our precious fighters needlessly. ”

The blue-robed female mage of Kislev became serious, and her round smiling face suddenly became very solemn. This lady who is like the fat aunt next door is actually a general with twenty-five or six years of war experience and an ice mage who has been in many battles, and she is naturally very clear about the art of war.

"Yes, dear Miss Grisha, I understand the significance of your teachings. I know that under normal circumstances, the enemy with hundreds of people, and the cavalry of more than 1,000 people can easily ambush and destroy the 100-man team in an instant, and there will be almost no casualties, but against the brigade of 500 people, there will be a certain price, and if it is a team and a wing of more than 1,000 people, it is often our side that wins. That's the difference between one arrow and ten arrows, and I understand the truth in this war. ”

Hyde modestly replied to Grisha, during these days of marching, in addition to practicing swords with him, old Loren and Marshall taught him some basic skills in the art of war, this kind of concentration of forces, to avoid being broken one by one is naturally no exception, of course Hyde understands all this. But as far as his competitive heart was concerned, he was indeed more anxious to set out to the place where the army was, and the young man was desperate to prove himself in a real war.

"Your Highness is really a reasonable person, of course, Your Highness, you are in a hurry to fight, and I also see it in my eyes. You can rest assured, though, that my black swan has told me that a force from the city-state of Tyrir will arrive today, with a strength of seven or eight hundred men. As soon as this force arrives, we can set off in formation without delay. ”

The fat mage named Grisha smiled and nodded to Hyde, who seemed to have seen Hyde's thoughts.

"This is good news, dear Miss Grisha, and I look forward to the moment of the decisive battle. ”

Hyde gripped his sword and replied to Grisha with some excitement.

"As a matter of fact, Your Excellency and I have specially left you and some other knights behind, also to wait for this force that has come thousands of miles from the south. Because they have an excellent artillery corps, which is invaluable to the front. The Tyrills were long with firearms, but there were no good cavalry, but marching on the steppe, without enough cavalry to escort them, it would not work. I think these Tyrills would be proud to have the company of these two gods. ”

Grisha was frank about what had happened, and the fat noblewoman of Kislev was a straight man, and there was nothing to hide. The firearms technology of the Kingdom of Kislev was a cut behind that of the Empire, and it was only natural that artillery should be cherished.

"It's a good thing for mutual benefit, the five fingers come together to become a fist, and I am waiting to meet these Tyril warriors, because my mother is from Tyril. By the way, there are many city-states in Tyril, which city-state do they belong to?"

Hyde raised his question, and he was curious to know the specifics of this friendly army. These days, he had also learned a little bit about geography and knew the names of several major city-states and republics in Tyril.

"As far as I know, they came from the famous port city of Tubaro in the south, and when His Majesty the Emperor issued an edict, they set out on an expedition north on the orders of the Prince and the Council of the City. Tubaro is two thousand leagues away from us in Kislev, and I was touched by the guests who had come from afar. I think they may be able to become His Highness's guards in this war, because as His Royal Highness of a Duchy, you still have too few subordinates at present, and I don't think they will object to letting Tubaro's expeditionary force be under the command of His Highness. I know that your great mother is the princess of Tubaro, and you are part of our family. ”

The blue-robed fat mage Grisha smiled and bowed to Hyde, and she duly played the last good news hole card, which she believed would give Hyde a big surprise. In any case, the warriors and deceased people in the mother's hometown have a special meaning for a warrior who lost his mother early.

Theoretically, all the small states of the Tyrir Peninsula in the southern part of the continent recognized the meaning of the head of the Divine Emperor of the Empire, and they were quite different from the fully literate kingdoms of Bretonnia and Kislev. Every year during the major festivals of the Empire, the Tyrir nations would send envoys to the Emperor to pay a special tribute to the Emperor as a sign of respect for the Emperor. In the event of a coup d'état or change of ownership in these small countries and autonomous cities, the new prince or new ruler must also seek the official recognition of the emperor, and the imperial court will generally approve it, provided that tribute and etiquette are required.

However, unlike the ten electors and principalities of the empire itself, the states and autonomous cities of Tyrill were actually readable, not the territory of the empire. Although their theoretical status was slightly lower than that of the Ten Electors, and they could not formally participate in the Empire's cabinet and electoral councils, they were not subject to the Empire's formal taxes and military service.

In fact, the Empire's connection to them existed only in ceremonial envoys, and Tyril's "tribute" was not a fixed tax, and the Empire would often return it with rewards. Of course, Tyril's mercenaries have traveled all over the territory of the Empire, and there are quite a few who have become honorary knights or administrators of the Empire because of their military exploits, and Lord Mount is a typical example of this.

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