December 3, 1723, in the afternoon, Michiel Schwagen Fortress Battlefield.

In the big tent of King Solan**'s headquarters, the stove was blazing.

King Louis Lafalette I of Solan was dressed in a pure white aristocratic robe, with a long red cloak behind him, and a gold crown inlaid with rubies, which also stood out among the generals in ornate military uniforms.

"Your Majesty, our next assault force has been assembled, please give me some more time, this Valstad Fortress will be taken by us sooner or later." A stocky general said.

King Louis lowered his head and looked down at the bald head of the other party with contempt:

"Humph! I really don't understand, General Thiago!

Our 180,000-strong army has been storming for three or three nights in a row, and we have not been able to take a fortress with less than 10,000 people stationed until now, what are you doing to eat! ”

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the fat general's bare forehead, and he knew that the king's anger was not a joke, and that it might mean that someone should be demoted for dereliction of duty, so he hastened to defend himself:

"Your Majesty, that's because the enemy sent the most elite guards, and their heavy cavalry rushed into the fortress to assist in the defense, causing heavy casualties to the attacking troops in our city, and then the enemy's Guards infantry and artillery also arrived on the perimeter of the battlefield to support, which seriously disrupted our original plan to attack the fortress."

King Louis was dismissive of this defense: "I ask you, how many enemy guards are there?" ”

After a few seconds, General Thiago replied: "About 20,000 people...... Less than 30,000 people, Your Majesty. ”

"180,000 beats more than 20,000, and they are still beaten so embarrassed! You still have the face to make excuses here! ”

General Thiago saw the murderous intent in the king's eyes, he was obviously frightened, his legs weakened, he knelt down, and said:

"Your Majesty...... Listen to me, those Valstads are a bunch of fucking lunatics, uncivilized savages!

One by one...... Don't rush into the fortress like you're dying!

As you know, our slave soldiers are driven into battle, and will turn and flee as soon as they lose the spur of the Warlords.

And our regular army has never had such a crazy opponent, I mean, it's not that we are not well commanded, but that the enemy is too strong, Your Majesty! ”

"Hmph...... General Tiago, you smell of justification...... It's so familiar. The king took out a silver knife from his delicate holster, and went through his nails in a slow manner.

"Huh? Familiar? I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you meant...... Your Majesty. ”

"In command of our first landing force is General Wickcell, Thiago, who is your alumnus, you must remember him.

General Wickcell, after suffering a crushing defeat at the Battle of Ramvidens, explained it to me the same way as you,

Complaining that the enemy is too strong, complaining that his subordinates are too weak, he knows how to make excuses, nagging like a complaining woman, and does not look for his own reasons.

Then, I dismissed him for dereliction of duty, and two later, he was forced to shoot himself under the pressure of public opinion. ”

Hearing this, more beads of sweat broke out on General Thiago's bare fat head, and he was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he couldn't even kneel steadily, and he almost fainted with fright.

The king, however, seemed to be indifferent, and continued to pick the mud between his fingernails with his silver knife, and said lightly:

"The commander of our second landing fleet is General Babbage, this guy is much worse than Vixel's luck, he was intercepted by Empress Valstad's combined fleet before he landed, and then died in the naval battle, although he died bravely, unfortunately, General Babbage is still a loser."

The king looked at the stocky General Thiago with a cold gaze, and continued:

"Thiago, you should know very well in your heart that the reason why I was able to successfully unify the Yawen continent is because of the reward and punishment system, and what the Kingdom of Sola needs is a brave and brainy general, and it doesn't need a loser like you."

"Oh...... Na! General Thiago pinched himself on the ground, hugged the king's boots with a pair of fat hands, and cried:

"Please, Your Majesty, spare me! Remember the face of my father who served your father for many years, and the face of my military exploits before! He showed the king a large pile of medals on his chest.

The king remained unmoved:

"General Thiago, put away those shiny, useless things on your chest.

Heroes don't mention the courage of the year, those medals can only show your past glory, I am different from my father, I am a pragmatist, I will appoint whoever has talent.

Times have changed, general, it is no longer enough to unify one Yawen continent, we can't stick to the old rules and not think about making progress.

This is destined to be an era of blood and fire, and now all countries are implementing the policy of rearmament and warfare, and it is a critical period for the struggle for world hegemony, and we must take advantage of the strength of our national strength and dare to conquer more land and seize more living space before the rise of our competitors.

For this reason, the Valstad Empire, our arch-rival, must be destroyed, and I need brave and shrewd generals to lead the army, so well, Thiago, old bastards like you must be replaced by young people. ”

The king ruthlessly kicked the general's hand away, then turned to the other side, saying:

"My Chief of Staff, Prince Begonzoli, has lifted up our poor General Thiago and handed him over to a court-martial, on suspicion of dereliction of duty."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Guardsman! Pull him down! ”

The stocky General Thiago was quickly dragged out of the tent of the headquarters, and his wailing continued for a while before it died down, and Prince Begonzoli said:

"Your Majesty, I believe that you already have a new candidate for commander-in-chief of the army in your heart, and the army cannot lose its commander-in-chief, and I ask you to make an appointment as soon as possible."

King Louis Lafalette I arrogantly looked at the generals in the tent of the command, and said lazily and slowly:

"I need a young, energetic young man with a thirst for honor to be the commander-in-chief of the army, and of course, this person must also be a nobleman of the orthodox Solan blood."

He was pleased to see many expectant eyes, and these young people seemed to be using their eyes: (Pick me!) Your Majesty! Pick me! I can do it! ）

King Louis Lafalette I was an ambitious ruler who complained about the incompetence of his old courtiers.

In recent years, he began to appoint young nobles in large numbers, and many of the children of the country's nobles began to join the army in search of opportunities for promotion and wealth.