Valsta's Empress Sarantos Midknight was tired of standing and sat on a snare drum beside her, with her long legs crossed, keeping an eye on the battle at the front.

A richly dressed court attendant approached her with a silver plate full of delicacies, a carved gilded teapot in the other, and a tablecloth and silk napkin on his arm.

"The villain has the audacity to disturb you, and wishes you victory in the battle in advance, Your Majesty, it is already two o'clock in the afternoon, but you have not yet had lunch, which makes our court servants feel quite uneasy, and there is no reason why people should not eat when they are hungry! You say yes, right? ”

The Empress of the Valstad Empire glanced at the plate with a pair of sharp silver-gray eyes, but did not speak, still staring at the situation on the front line.

The court attendant held the dinner plate and stood in place for a few seconds with a little embarrassment, and then continued: "Your Majesty the Emperor, your imperial physician specially instructed me this morning that not eating on time will damage my stomach, and it will ......."

Before he could finish speaking, the Empress had lost her patience and cried out:

"Get out of here! Don't you see that the situation on the front line is tight? If I don't win the war, I won't eat! Get out of here! Right now! Right away! Immediately! Get lost! Do you hear me? ”

The chamberlain was so frightened that he staggered back several steps, and he accidentally stepped on a gravel and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately a kind general helped him.

He had served in the palace for a long time, and had always thought that the monarch of his country was a rational and easy-going person, and he had never seen the emperor lose his temper so much.

"Right...... I'm sorry...... It's the villain who disturbs you to command the battle, so I'll step back ......," he said, and the court attendant lowered his head and wanted to leave.

"Wait," the Empress said suddenly, "I'm sorry, it's not good for me, I'm angry because of the unfavorable situation in the war, and I shouldn't be angry with someone who doesn't have anything to do." ”

The palace attendant hurriedly knelt down, "You are the emperor, you don't have to apologize to us waiters......"

The empress waved her hand and said: "Wrong is wrong, I shouldn't lose control of my emotions, it's not fair to you, you work hard, and this will also affect the morale of the army, but I don't have an appetite now, you put the dinner plate and hot tea on the ground, any general can come and eat two bites when he is hungry." ”

After the palace attendants left, the two generals beside the emperor secretly exchanged glances, they had been busy for a long time, hungry and thirsty, and neither of them had yet tasted the taste of the royal meal.

The garlic toast and secret sausages on the plate exuded an enticing taste, and the saliva of the two generals was almost flowing out, but the emperor had not eaten yet, and they were naturally embarrassed to eat, so they could only keep glancing at the plate a few times and swallowing their saliva.

Simon Gallieni noticed them and smiled, "Hey, you two, what are you doing in a daze?" Come and eat, didn't you hear what Your Majesty said? ”

The two generals immediately devoured it, they were amazed by the skill of the royal chef, and after eating the top-quality toast and sausages, they drank two cups of black tea imported from the Far East, and a warm current flowed through their bodies, this feeling of comfort made them feel that it was worth it on the spot.

At the same time, there was a fierce exchange of fire on all fronts of the battlefield, and the battle of Le Lemones had reached a fever pitch.

On the right flank front, artillery roared on both sides, cannon shells were ejected and rolled in all directions, and howitzer shells were constantly exploding in the sky.

Early in the morning, the nearby land was a sea of flowers and fertile fields, but the war had changed the landscape, the land had been pitted by shells, beautiful wildflowers had been tossed under the soil, green grass had not escaped, and the smell of gunpowder embers and blood was mixed with broken rhizomes.

The generalissimo of the Valstad Empire, Neule, personally led the infantry division forward.

His war horse lost its hooves, so he simply changed to command on foot, and the battalion commander next to him was killed, so he personally commanded the actions of the infantry in the front row.

"Brothers of Valstad, keep the platoon neat and don't panic!" He held a scivet-bladed saber in his hand, held a triangular military cap in one hand, and chanted a morale-boosting slogan, "Behold, your marshal is with you, do not be afraid!" Towards the artillery fire, onward! ”

The line of infantry marched in order, their long black leather boots treading over the charred dirt and white soot, and in front of them was the infantry line of the Sylvinian army, with the sound of crackling gunfire and the roar of artillery fire and wailing all over the field.

Marshal Neulai felt like a divine help, and the line infantry beside him died in rows, but he himself was unscathed.

The ornate marshal's uniform was stained with the blood of his comrades, and the originally dazzling medals and ribbons were covered with a layer of stucco.

"Boom!" A grenade shotgun exploded in mid-air, shaking his head dizzy, and the sharp shotgun fell from the sky, and another general of the deputy division level died beside him, and a metal shard pierced the poor man's neck, Neulai looked down and said to the others, "There is no need to call the medical officer, he is not saved." ”

With that, he threw away his blood-stained hat and glared at his palm, (Oh my God, I'm so favored by the god of luck!) He thought.

The death rate of the first platoon of infantry reached 30%, and the follow-up soldiers walked straight forward with flintlock rifles, quickly taking the place of their fallen comrades, without any words, without the commander's reminder, everyone knew their accusations, only thousands of hard training can create such a high morale and military quality, and the individual quality of Valstad's army can be called the best in the whole continent.

On the other side of the battlefield, the intensity of the exchange of fire was no less than that, and Marshal Dali Einfurt rode his war horse and calmly issued one order after another.

An agitated grenadier captain ran up to him, with a Sylvinian army-standard sword and bullet pouch in his hands, and while showing off his trophies, he shouted to his superiors:

"Lord Marquis! I have captured a Colonel Sylvinia," he cried out, "remember what I did!" My name is Dia, the company commander of the 12th Grenadier Company! My grenadier company has been withdrawn to the rear due to more than half of the casualties, but I myself am still fighting! Look! ”

With that, he pulled the bandage on his head upwards and showed Dalí the blood that had congealed on his head.

"Lord Marquis, please remember me! Remember to praise a few words in front of His Majesty the Emperor! I don't need medals, but I need money! Need to pay off the huge debt owed by the family! Please! The younger brothers and sisters in the family are still young, and they can only rely on me, the eldest brother, to desperately repay their debts! ”

"I know that I will mention your heroic deeds to His Majesty the Emperor," Dali said, taking the captain's hand, "Quickly get down, friend, you have lost too much blood, go back to the rear and bandage and disinfect!" ”