In the spring season, the Northern Expeditionary Army is full of sadness.

Another camp of grain was destroyed.

For Marshal Campbell, who was sitting on an army of hundreds of thousands, a battalion of food was nothing at all, and it was not enough for the army to consume for a day.

But the problem is that the current Northern Expeditionary Army is isolated and helpless, and it all depends on the food it has looted before. In order to reduce food consumption, even the animals in the army were slaughtered.

It was impossible to cut the rations of the soldiers. Once the logistics cannot be guaranteed, the morale of the army will soon fall to the bottom.

"The enemy relied on air superiority and set fires more and more frequently. It should be aware of our lack of food and want to crush us.

Under these circumstances, even if we disguise the grain and grass as ordinary tents, we will lose a lot.

I firmly believe that the final victory will be ours, but reinforcements are still on the way, and it will be up to us in the short term.

Now we must take measures not to allow the enemy's plot to succeed! ”

Listening to Marshal Campbell's meaningful words, everyone's faces changed drastically. There is a shortage of food in the army, and everyone knows it in their hearts.

The daily material consumption of hundreds of thousands of Northern Expeditionary Army is an astronomical amount. In the case of the loss of supplies, it was besieged for more than a month, and there was no shortage of food to solve the problem.

In order to reduce the consumption of materials, the noble officers have stopped eating barbecue in recent times, but have switched to stew.

The purpose is just to let the soldiers around him share a bowl of broth.

"Marshal, according to the old rules of the special period, increase the supply of meat!"

Duke Cavadia said meaningfully.

There is no doubt that the phrase "increase the supply of meat" in his mouth is by no means "why not eat minced meat" in the mouth of the ignorant.

Orcs can eat people, and people can also eat orcs.

It's just that compared to orcs, human discipline is still a little higher. This is only done when there is really no way to do it.

From the beginning of the siege of the Great Army, there was a special team in the Northern Expeditionary Army that specialized in handling the corpses of orcs killed in battle. In order to welcome the arrival of this day.

Glancing at everyone, and seeing that no one objected, Marshal Campbell smiled slightly.

It's just that the evil in the smile is creepy.

"Let's do it, half of the next supply is meat.

The problem of food has been solved for the time being. Next, we have to find a way to organize a counterattack.

There has been no movement for such a long time, and I guess the orcs have forgotten that we also have the ability to fight back! "As a veteran commander who has led troops for decades, there has been no movement since the road was blocked by the orc army.

If it weren't for everyone present, they would have a certain understanding of Marshal Campbell, and they would all think that their own commander was a wine bag and rice bag.

After waiting for so long, it was finally time to counterattack, and it was also the darkest moment for the Northern Expeditionary Army.

The intensity of the attack of the orc army is getting higher and higher, and the casualties of the Northern Expeditionary Army are also increasing day by day. Especially in the last few days, the soldiers of the five royal families have reappeared on the battlefield.

It is clear to everyone that the day is not far from when the enemy will launch a general offensive.

Although there is no evidence, everyone still vaguely speculates that the communication between the country and the orcs has encountered a setback.

"Marshal, the vigilance of the enemy is very high, except for those camps of the cannon fodder races scattered all over the place, the camps of the five royal families are very heavily guarded.

The scout cavalry we sent out often had accidents and wanted to ......"

Before Duke Pias could finish speaking, Marshal Campbell interrupted: "Then we'll fight the cannon fodder race!"

But this time it's going to be a different way of playing.

According to the news from the intelligence officers, the orc empire is not peaceful now, and many vassal races have rebelled against the five royal families.

This is our best chance, as long as the relationship between these cannon fodder races and the five royal families is separated, the next war will be easy to fight.

Directly fight with the enemy to consume, we fight to annihilate the whole army, and it is not difficult to drag the vitality of the five royal families to be seriously injured! ”

If it is difficult to win tactically, then simply play with the strategic end of the same. Clearly, Marshal Campbell was prepared for the worst.

The orcs did not let the Northern Expeditionary Army leave, so they simply exchanged the sacrifice of the Northern Expeditionary Army for the enemy's vitality.

Perhaps it was a little uncomfortable for the nobles present; But this is the most beneficial option for the Alpha Kingdom.

Heavy losses and losses have never been a problem. The real problem is that you are the only one who suffers from the loss of vitality.

Field Marshal Campbell had great confidence in Caesar III, believing that no matter how things turned, the situation in the kingdom would be under control.

If the old political pattern is broken, then it is better to establish a new one. Playing with checks and balances, Caesar III is a professional player.

……

After the military meeting, the nobles returned to their camp with a heavy heart.

It's going to be hard, but everyone hasn't lived enough!

Especially those nobles who brought their outstanding children together, they secretly scolded themselves: lard blinded their hearts.

All the eggs are put in one basket, and if you are not careful, there will be no successor.

It's too late to regret it, and at this point, all you can do is react passively.

At midnight, in several brightly lit tents, small political groups were still arguing and discussing fiercely.

The world of aristocrats is never lonely. The more dangerous the moment, the more everyone needs to huddle together to keep warm.

If you look closely, you will find that there are small circles, all of which are full of regionality.

This is due to the times.

Transportation and communication limited the range of people who could socialize, and most of the time, people were accustomed to dealing with the nobles around them.

Over the past countless years, through mutual marriage, the great nobles in the neighborhood have long since become a family.

Even if everyone is a competitor on weekdays, in the competition of the kingdom, everyone is a natural political ally.

Among the many small groups, the alliance of the five dukes of the Northland is the most special.

In other political groups, in addition to the big nobles, there are also some middle nobles with good strength squeezed in.

Only five of them are in the camp of the five dukes of the Northland, and the other nobles of the Northland are all vassals. Although it has the fewest numbers of all political alliances, it is the most powerful militarily.

"Who's out there?"

Duke Kavadia asked angrily.

In his own camp, someone dared to eavesdrop, and he simply didn't take him seriously.

The other four people were also holding back their fire, the topic they had just discussed was not glorious, and if it spread, it would immediately cause an uproar.

"Father, I've just received a special message. The content in it is too involved, I don't dare to make decisions on my own, so I can only bring it over and ask for advice......"

Glaring at his son fiercely, Duke Cavadia's face was gloomy and terrifying.

It was so embarrassing that he should have thought that no one but his own son would be able to deal with the guards so easily.

"Hiro, the news you brought had better be really big enough, or I'll make you regret your recklessness!"

Duke Cavadia said angrily.

"Father, the contents of this letter are too shocking, you better read it for yourself!"

In reply, Hiro handed over the secret letter. At this time, he didn't dare to provoke Duke Cavadia's patience, otherwise his ass would bloom.

In the blink of an eye, Duke Khavadia, who was originally annoyed, suddenly turned into horror.

Perhaps realizing his gaffe, he quickly calmed himself down, and then said to the other four dukes:

"You'd better see for yourself, the content on this is really inconvenient!"

The nearest Duke of Pias took the letter first, and after a simple glance, his face changed greatly.

Without any nonsense, he handed the letter directly to the Duke of Argiellon on the side.

Without any surprise, after reading the contents of the letter, the faces of several dukes were filled with shock.

Is the letter accurate?

Beast ......"

As the words came to his lips, Duke Argiellon swallowed them back.

However, the word "beast" has exposed a lot of problems.

"Regardless of their credibility, it's an opportunity for us, isn't it?"

Duke Pias said with a sneer.

They have been mixing in the Northland all the year round, and they have a monopoly on most of the trade with the Orc Empire, how can they not have contact with the Orcs?

It's just that this connection, with the outbreak of war, was silently put away by them.

Compared to the other nobles of the kingdom, their attitude towards orcs is both love and hate. Sometimes I want to uproot the orc empire, and sometimes I want the orcs to be more active.

Everything is a benefit, and one of the most important factors for the five major families to rise is to resist the invasion of orcs.

It is precisely because of the existence of orcs that the kingdom will continue to support them, and the five major families have become the most powerful nobles in the kingdom.

If the orcs are gone, the output of their fiefdom alone will not be able to sustain the huge armament they have now.

Perhaps in less than ten years, they will fall from the strongest military nobles in the kingdom to the mortal dust, and slowly become the gatekeepers of the great nobles.

This is still an optimistic estimate, considering the countless enemies they have offended over the years, it is unknown whether they will be able to escape in one piece.

"Yes, chance!"

"It could also be a disaster!"

"The appetite of the orcs is not small, even if they hurt their vitality this time, it is not something that just a few of us can handle.

If the Northern Expeditionary Army suffers heavy losses, the next few of our families will not have a good time.

What a big piece of cake for the dominance of the kingdom! ”

Duke Cavadia said mockingly.

The prospect depicted in the epistle is bright. Unfortunately, the operability is too low.

If you want to control the Alpha Kingdom, you don't just rely on strength.

If the king didn't agree, and the nobles in the south didn't cooperate, could they really take military measures?

No matter how much vitality is damaged, there are still three catties of nails in the broken ship.

Once the infighting starts, the Alpha Kingdom will decline if there is a slight accident. The next time the orcs invade, they won't be able to find so many "close" allies.

"Bread, whether you eat it or not, will talk about it in the future. As long as the initiative is in our hands, then everything is not a problem.

Now it's up to us whether the orcs really mean to let us go, and if it's a plot against us, that's a big problem. ”

Duke Argiellon said worriedly.

"If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it!

There is not much food in the army, and the reinforcements of the alliance are delayed, and even if special measures are adopted, the northern expeditionary army will not be able to support it for long.

There are only two ways for us: either according to the marshal's wishes, exchange life with the orcs; Or find a way to break through and leave.

Since the orcs are ready to let us go, let's push the breakout plan and try it. If the breakthrough fails, you will fight directly with the enemy.

Anyway, we don't need to do anything, and if we successfully break through, it can only mean that we are lucky. ”

Duke Pias struggled to agitate.

Whether the orc's promise worked or not, he had to try.

Compared to the enemies of other families, they still hide in the shadows and wait for opportunities; The enemies of the Lockonard family, but they are already clear.

If you don't bring back the army in your hands, you can't play with the newly rising military strongman - Hudson with the strength left behind by your own family.

……

The Grey Castle.

The low stone houses, with their tinkling sounds, are the unique style of this ancient city.

The streets and alleys are full of people of all ethnic groups, living in peace here, as if they were in a harmonious society.

This unique scenery can only be seen in the capital of the dwarven kingdom, the Gray Castle.

There is not so much reason for this, just because this is the largest arms production and sales center on the continent of Aslanth.

Racial talent is not something that can be reversed.

The same raw materials, after being processed by the hands of the dwarves, the quality is to be taken to the next level.

Any dwarven craftsman is a master blacksmith in the outside world.

Almost all the aristocratic equipment of the whole continent was sold from here. Most of the high-grade magic equipment parts are forged by the hands of dwarves, and then handed over to the alchemy master to assemble and enchant.

It can be said that without the Dwarven Kingdom, the level of weapon forging in the entire continent will drop by two grades.

In this chaotic world, no one can ignore the will of the arms giants.

The exception, of course, is the kind of perverts of the dragons who don't need weapons.

Other races, if they want to do business here, they have to follow the rules of this place.

To be able to mix so moisturizing, the strength of the dwarf clan is naturally also an important factor.

Unlike the Terrans, who have a large number of soldiers, and the Elves who have a large number of masters, the dwarves rely on the sharpness of their weapons and armor.

All kinds of crossbow arrows, magic crystal cannons...... All of them are at the forefront of the mainland. Long-range strike capability is a proper boss in the Aslant continent.

Although the comprehensive strength is not as good as that of the human race, it is also the existence of the top in the continent.

A team of the Holy See walked into the palace of the dwarven kings without causing any waves.

The arms trade is often accompanied by politics, and it is not something that can be done with money alone. The big deal is all about politics first, and then about price.

There is nothing wrong with going to the palace for the arms purchases of the big forces. Although the dwarven king does not like this kind of political game, he can only bite the bullet for the sake of the national interest.

Looking at the large bowl in front of him, and seeing that the wine in it would not be less than two pounds, Bishop Sauron, who was in charge of the mission, secretly complained to himself.

This is the highest etiquette for the dwarves, but this is the dwarve's own statement. In the eyes of the outside world, this is clearly a deliberate toss of people.

How much to drink depends entirely on the mood of the dwarf king. Anyway, if you drink it, you are a friend of the dwarf race, and if you refuse to drink it, it is disrespectful.

Of course, there are exceptions.

For example, every time the elven envoy arrived, the bowl turned into a small wine glass, and the spirits became fruit wine, showing elegance.

"Bishop Sauron, welcome to the Grey Castle, and please receive the highest respect from my dwarven clan!

What's going on, why use such a small bowl?

Treat distinguished guests, do you know how to use a basin!

Go get my ......"

Before the Dwarven King finished his performance, Bishop Sauron hurriedly stopped, "Your Majesty, a bowl is enough.

I'm just a little bishop, I can't go beyond my status, and I'll leave the basin to a more distinguished guest! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself.

Typical talking is just a brain, and such a big bowl of spirits is also very fatal.

It's a pity that the enthusiastic dwarf king didn't let him go at all, and waved his big hand and said, "Bishop, you can rest assured, in addition to the basin, we also have a wine vat."

If the Pope comes one day, we will entertain you in a large vat, and you will not be embarrassed by the safekeeping! ”

Not daring to let the dwarf king continue to toss, Bishop Sauron immediately picked up the wine bowl in front of him and drank it all.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your hospitality, ...... Sauron"

Before Bishop Sauron could finish speaking, the bowl was filled with wine again.

"You're welcome, Bishop. The Dwarven Kingdom and your Holy See have always been good friends.

For the sake of our long-term friendship, you must have another bowl! ”

Hearing the word "friendship", Bishop Sauron was secretly complaining. There is indeed friendship, but this has been the last hundred years.

Pushing back history, when the Holy See dominated the continent, there was no less friction between the two sides.

Just by looking at the scene in front of you, you can know how deep the friendship between the two sides is.

Drinking the second bowl with a hard head, he found that the dwarven maid continued to pour wine, and Bishop Sauron fell to the ground drunk.

If you make a fool of yourself, you will be drunk. If you take the initiative to fall down, you can drink a little less.

The Lord fell, and the Dwarven King's interest in tossing was gone. He immediately commanded the maids: "Take the distinguished guests down to rest!" ”

Seeing off Bishop Sauron, the Dwarven King glanced at the Northern Continent, waved his hand to his cronies, and said, "Tell the orc messengers that I have done them a great favor.

If you want us to intervene in mediation, let them hurry up and show greater sincerity, otherwise the Terran representatives will follow and make a bid, and they will be in big trouble! ”

Are the representatives of the Holy See bribing the dwarves and not interfering in this war?

Anyway, the Dwarven King now defaults to: Yes.

Even if it were a representative from another country, he would still think so. It doesn't matter what the truth is, as long as you can rip off the bamboo.

In the eyes of the Dwarven King, the Terrans are very annoying, and the Orcs are not a good thing either.

Now it's inclined to support the orcs, it's just that the strength of the human race is too strong. If the Terrans continue to grow, there will be no place for the Dwarves to mix one day.

Since they're all nasty ghosts, they can't do their work in vain. If you want the dwarves to join the mediation, you have to come up with real benefits.