"Hahahaha!" Miss Beth Draghivo's brow was completely relaxed, her beautiful brown eyes widened, she smiled sweetly, and then said:

"Mr. William, I originally thought you were a hypocritical, indifferent, and incomprehensible young master, I'm really sorry, it seems that I was very wrong, I didn't expect you to be unexpectedly interesting...... Well...... And he knows how to be humorous. ”

She stood up and sent a flying kiss to William: "Although I am not very willing, but the agreement is the agreement, and I am a man of my word, so well, young master, enjoy a lunch that belongs to you, don't disturb, we will have a date later." ”

Major William Einfurt looked at Sister Bess and regretted it in his heart:

(Oh no, this girl is obviously interested in me, I really shouldn't tell her jokes, there will definitely be troubles in the future!) I'm really fed up with these female soldiers in the Legion...... Ay! ）

At this time, he heard a sound of footsteps behind him, and it turned out to be Captain Eric Lisenberg, the deputy commander of the artillery battalion, coming over with a dinner plate.

"Come and eat together, friend!" William Dow.

"Come on!" Captain Eric walked briskly and sat down in the seat next to William.

Captain Eric Lisenberg is a personable and aristocratic son, and his family is a prominent family member of the Valstad Empire, whose lineage dates back to the days of knightly warfare.

He and William were classmates at the National Military Academy, and originally there was little intersection between the two, and they each had their own social circles after class, but after graduation, they were both assigned to the same Guards artillery battalion, and after a long period of contact, they naturally became good friends who talked about everything.

"William, I saw that brunette girl just now, the sapper unit, right? That girl looks so fucking Peugeot! But it's much inferior to your fairy-like princess girlfriend,

I don't really understand, why was that girl so happy when she was chatting just now? Hey, hey, hey ”

William pricked a piece of brisket with a fork and put it in his mouth, chewing it as he said, "Who knows? I told her a joke, a joke that I thought was boring to send her away, and somehow she liked it! I think she's going to come back to me again, it's a nuisance! ”

"Oops! You're really annoying! Captain Eric spat on the ground and said:

"That bass sister is very popular! She's a pretty girl that her brothers can't get with all their hard work, but ...... After seeing your son...... Why did she take the initiative to post it? It's really unfair! ”

William and his friend quipped, "It's all my mother's fault, who inherited me with a pretty face, if only I looked as ugly as you, Eric, so that the nasty female soldiers wouldn't come and disturb my meal." ”

"Excessive! What a hurtful thing you say! Captain Eric raised an eyebrow, then leaned over and whispered:

"I, William, give you a suggestion, if you have a girl you like, don't make other girls laugh anymore, because one will be jealous, and the other will be tempted."

Hearing this, William trembled violently as if he had been stung by a wasp: "Your reminder is really timely, I must not let Edgar know about telling jokes to female soldiers, friend, have you never seen Her Majesty the princess angry, her strange power can easily screw my head off." ”

Eric laughed: "Hehe, as the saying goes, a companion is like a tiger, if your son really becomes the son-in-law of His Majesty the Emperor, it is equivalent to marrying a vicious tiger and going home, waiting to kneel and be beaten!" ”

Suddenly, an officer dressed in the uniform of the Hussars of the Guards ran into the tent of the cooking class, and he pinched a piece of hard paper in his hand, and the expression on his face was extremely excited: "Put down the knives and forks, don't eat them yet!" Everybody! Victory news came from the sea!

Our Combined Fleet of His Majesty the Emperor and Duke of Mayer has successfully intercepted Solano's second landing fleet! We won a great victory in the naval battle, sank the flagship of the Liemen, and the gringos left their fallen companions and fled with their tails between their legs!

Look! The internal briefing I have in my hand has just been printed! It's still hot, and the ink smells so good! ”

The officers and soldiers in the tent were stunned for a moment, and then cheered in unison: "Long live the emperor!" Victory is ours! Many drew their sabers or swords at their waists and held them high above their heads in celebration.

An old cook in the cooking class wiped his hands with an apron and asked excitedly, "We have won two battles, so ...... The war is over? ”

The hussar officer waved the piece of cardboard in his hand and said, "I think so! Friends, shouldn't we have a drink together for this? We won! ”

"Win? Yours is too understatement, man," the old cook shook his head, "Is this so simple as winning...... It was a glorious victory...... Immortal glory! I think our Commander Lanfield will organize a grand banquet in these places for the brothers and sisters of the entire Guards to have a great time!

Damn it! We've got to get the turkey and steak ready! I have to transfer all the wine barrels in the baggage camp, and the little wine reserve in front of me is not enough for everyone to drink! ”

On the afternoon of the third day, the tent of the Guards General Staff was still a scene of jubilation, and people were speculating about the time of the banquet, and just as everyone hugged and congratulated each other, Field Marshal Lanfield, the commander of the Guards, strode in.

Major William immediately put away his sword and stopped cheering, as he noticed that the marshal's expression was rather ugly, and it was clear that there was bad news to be announced.

"Quiet! Don't make any noise! You are the Imperial Guard, the face of the country, what does it look like to be in such a mess? The marshal rebuked sharply.

A grenadier officer held a wine bottle in his hand and said drunkenly, "But...... Lord Lanfield...... We're celebrating victory! Don't you know? His Majesty the Emperor has won a great victory in the naval battle! The invaders were drowned one by one! ”

"Nonsense, who doesn't know these old news, do you need to remind me?" The marshal, apparently impatient, walked over and snatched the bottle, threw it to the ground with all his might, and smashed it to pieces:

"Bastard drunk! The whole thing is to drink! Drink! Drink! You damn fool, we're in big trouble! The carrier pigeon sent the news that the third fleet of the Solan Kingdom has successfully landed on the northern coast of our country! ”

This sentence was like a giant grenade exploding in the air, which was shocking, and the soldiers in the staff headquarters all had expressions of disbelief, and a division commander exclaimed:

"Na! How is this possible? The enemy even has a third landing fleet? ”

Field Marshal Langfield's anger gradually dissipated, and he slowed down his speech and said:

"How could it not be? The enemy's national strength is far superior to ours!

Now it seems that this third fleet is their real main force, and the king of Solan, Louis Lafalette I, accompanied the fleet on his own expedition, and now a large number of enemy landing troops have captured the two port cities on the northern coast and begun to march westward, the number of enemy troops is unknown, but it must have exceeded 100,000 men!

If they continue to break through the fortresses that stand in their way, they will threaten the safety of our great imperial capital, Fort Midknight! ”