Frey's right, the essence of the problem is the question of the initiative in the war. ”

Old Loren smiled approvingly at Frey, then gave a concluding answer to Hyde. When it came to these questions about the experience of war, the white-haired and red-armored old soldier became excited, and his voice raised a lot.

"Our Empire's army has our strengths and characteristics, Lady Kisley's army has the characteristics and advantages of Lady Kisley, the army of the Chaos Kugans has their characteristics and advantages, the Chaos Norse army has different characteristics and advantages, and the characteristics of the fierce Chaos warriors, servants and Chosen ones in the Northern Wasteland are different. As for the Dark Elves, Greenskins, Chaos Beasts, Chaos Dwarves, and Nezumen, their tactics are all different. And the key to deciding on the war lies in who can give better play to their own advantages, grasp the enemy's weaknesses, and always seize the initiative in the war in their own hands! This is what a general commanding all armies needs to do, and you must remember it, Your Highness. ”

Speaking of pride, old Loren couldn't help but slam the hilt of his sword on the ground, his sunken eyes full of excitement and expectation.

"Grandpa Loren, this may be a little early, right? I'm still far from commanding the army. ”

Hyde laughed, and he felt that old Loren now looked at him like a real general, which made Hyde a little embarrassed. After all, it has only been a few days since he became a "temporary captain" for some reason, and he doesn't understand a lot of daily problems, and he has to rely on old Loren to deal with them.

"Someone has said that a soldier who doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good soldier, and even more so Hyde you are not a soldier. In any case, you are the son of Her Royal Highness the Valkyrie Princess and one of the three concubines of Midland, and the glorious favor of the Valkyrie has opened the door to victory for you, and no one can stand in your way to becoming a true general!"

Old Loren accentuated his voice again, and he was telling the truth. Although the empire is not as particular about status and bloodline as Bretonnia, and there are many opportunities for ordinary civilian soldiers to be promoted to knighthood and even honorary nobility, he is still a country ruled by nobles, and his origin is quite important. In these days, Hyde had learned roughly about the rights of the Elector of the Empire, most of whom were told to him by the illegitimate son of the Elector of the Principality of Avalan with envy.

"You are the concubine of the noble princess of the Elector of Midland, and as soon as you establish military merits, you will be the official baron of the empire, and you will have a large territory in your own country, as well as the right to command the core knightly guard and the regular army. If you persist in serving in the Imperial Army, it is very flat to become a general, a minister, or a marshal, and after the age of thirty, the Imperial Court will give each elector's son-in-law, a seat in the Imperial House and the title of official viscount. This is beyond the reach of my bastard son, and I dare not imagine. Moreover, if you should not say something, if you are a god who has made outstanding contributions, you may not be able to become a son!"

It was night when he said this, and Herbert was a little drunk, and he first emphasized how much effort and hope his mother had put into raising this small mercenary force for herself. Then, with the help of wine, he poured out his envy of Hyde's status in one breath, which made Hyde a little embarrassed. To be honest, he hadn't thought about it that much.

"Although one's own martial arts are important, the art of war is even more important for generals, war is not a personal duel in the arena, war is a comprehensive competition of wisdom and strength. Five years ago, the elite Chaos Legion of Bella, the arrogant Tzeentch Chosen Great Lord, was destroyed by the strategy of Marshal Yang and the Imperial Navy and Army, and the Chosen Lord himself was sent back to the hell he deserved under the fire and magic of our army. In the seven great holy wars of Marshal Marius two hundred years ago, countless vicious enemies were ended. Your Highness, you already have the courage of a warrior, but I hope that Your Highness will understand the resourcefulness of your generals. ”

"Grandpa Loren, I understand what you want from me, and I will do my best. ”

Old Loren's solemn voice pulled Hyde back from his memory, and he came to his senses and gave a solemn military salute to Old Loren, and he understood how hot the old man's heart was for his fist. Loren's current bitterness is nothing more than a preparation for himself to be able to truly command the troops, and he will not disappoint the old man's hopes.

While Hyde and the others had taken a short break and continued north, another army was planning ahead of the war in a sparse woods about twenty-five leagues from the Imperial coalition army. The horses that had let go of grazing were gathered one after another, and the riders in fur cloaks and rune leather armor were ready to go into battle with their bows and arrows, sharpen their scimitars, and prepare to sacrifice blood to the supreme god of beauty.

This army is scattered, in stark contrast to the impenetrable array of imperial armies. The horses spread out like ant colonies, and they were laid out in an area of more than a mile longitudinal and long. The forests and grasslands were littered with cloaked and fur-hatted warriors, sparsely packed and sparsely packed, like a huge plate of loose sand, but terrifying, ready to swallow the enemy's quicksand of death.

This is the army of the Chaos Kugans, the terrible dominant people of the steppes northeast of Kislev, who live on horseback, fight on horseback, and never stray from their horses until they die. Their compound horned bows can shoot a terrible rain of death arrows, their warhorses move as fast as the wind, and they are excellent siege weapon makers and beast tamers, and they are loyal followers of the Four Evil Gods of Chaos.

Although not long ago, one of their khans suffered a crushing defeat, but this does not seem to have affected the morale of these warriors. All the cavalrymen were full of joy, and some of them even sang. Half-naked Chaos Dancers interspersed with the warriors, pouring them full of mare's milk, slicing dried meats and quiches, and striking silver chains and belts on their white or bronze carcasses to seduce the hearts of the people, causing bursts of laughter and cheers.

"My honorable master, Lord Analaire, your faithful servant Assar assures you that the snow will come tonight, and hopefully until tomorrow morning! ”

A Kugan Chaos Wizard dressed in a multicolored leather cloak studded with a variety of strange bones, wearing a wizard's characteristic purple trimmed peaked hat, and a fur-collared robe, made a positive prediction to the tall Chosen Warrior in front of him. The leopard-headed skull staff in his hand whirred in the wind, and his sunken eye sockets shone with excitement.

"Wizard Essar, if you're so sure, I think this is the time for us to wash away the shame we had not long ago. It is our deepest pain that the foolish Agrisa Khan has brought to shame on Miss Lordali's army of forty thousand. It is precisely because we have not returned to the camp outside Kislevgrad for so long that we have washed away this shame, otherwise how would we have the face to meet our great and merciful master, Miss Lostali?"

A smile appeared on the face of the tall Divine Chosen Samurai, but it was eerie, and there seemed to be a hint of mockery in it, but it disappeared in an instant. In fact, just a few nights ago, he and his Dark Lover had cursed Lustali with the most vicious of curses, and now they behaved like the most loyal servants of Chaos.

"Yes, my lord, we will throw all our strength into this battle to clear the shame. In the days since you left, we have collected and annexed many of the small tribal stragglers who had been scattered by the unbelievers, captured a few wounded and wandering Chaos Trolls, and greatly increased the strength of our army, and under the guidance of you and your noble lady, our army will surely be victorious. ”

The wizard named Essar bent his body low and flattered his powerful Chosen Master in a humble tone, and the old and beardless wizard seemed to be loyal to the Chosen One.

"I understand what you've done, because of your efforts, our strength has reached the scale of more than 4,000 cavalry, eleven trolls, and even got a wounded war mammoth. In total, this is much more powerful than when we first went south, and this is an achievement I did not imagine! My loyal Assar, I did not hand over the army to you in vain, and I will reward you!"

The white-haired Slaanesh Chosen laughed, and he gave a thumbs up to the thin old wizard in front of him, overflowing with joy. Because a war mammoth is a rare treasure to obtain, only a small number of Kugan tribes could possibly possess this war troll that is five or six meters tall and weighs tens of thousands of pounds. When a mad war mammoth attacks, even the Chaos Troll will be picked into the sky by its more than four-meter-long sword fangs, and the weight of this kind of troll in the field is incalculable.

"My honorable master, I have to take the liberty of reminding that while we have been doing our best to heal, the war mammoth is dying and seems to be unable to stand up again, and when it is found it is so badly wounded that we cannot seem to make it work in the near battle. ”

The old wizard with the pointed hat had to remind his ecstatic master that he was a loyal wizard who was not willing to deceive his master, and in fact, the old beast wizard had served the tribe of Analyre for decades, serving the grandfather and father of the Chosen One, loyal as the best hound, which was why the Chosen One had entrusted him with full authority of the army when he dared to go south.

"Then you don't have to worry, you don't forget the identity of my beloved Miss Liga. She led her maids and servants to the Mammoth's fence this morning, and she possessed the ability to transform any beast or creature, for Nagarus' ancient mystical technology was unmatched by our Kugan warriors. ”

A smile appeared on the white-haired Chosen One's handsome face, and he stretched out two fingers, drew a circle in the air, and pointed towards the far west. It was the direction of Nagarus, the home of the brutal Dark Elves thousands of miles away, and the place abandoned by the Dark Elf Ricgar's escape. Because the new High Witch Priest is a fanatic follower of Kane, and has been hunting for the hedonistic priests and shrine maidens for many years.

"The genius and sparkle of the hostess are the pride of the master, and the old Essar is also pleased with the happiness of the master, may the glory of Salis always shine on you, my noble master. ”

The wizard named Essar took off his pointed hat to salute his young master, but there was a fleeting eerie glint in his eyes.

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