Two months have passed since the Imperial Declaration, the climate is getting colder, and it is already early winter, when most of the crops cannot be planted, and the requisition of peasants will not have much impact on agriculture, and most of the mercenaries at this time of year have nothing to do, so it can be said that it is the best time to start the war.

Villages across the kingdom have also shifted from outdoor work to indoor work, and fewer and fewer people are going out.

In the outermost military area of the triple wall of Ye Lantil, there are countless ordinary people, most of them poorly dressed civilians, and their physical fitness is also uneven, but only a very staggering number is about 250,000 people, many of whom are training to stab dummies with bladeless guns.

Loud shouts rang out everywhere, most of them driven by the fear of the impending battle and the anxiety that if you didn't train, you might not be able to return safely.

But not everyone is training seriously. Wars with the Empire occur every year, so there are many people who have lost their fighting spirit, and most of the people who are not motivated lie on the unobtrusive stone steps and complain to their companions next to them.

The older you get, the more you have this tendency.

The soldiers who have no fighting spirit at all and just want to go back alive.

This is the reality of the kingdom army, they were forcibly summoned, and they were asked to fight for their lives with almost no reward, even if they could go back alive, those wasted time would make the living conditions worse, and the people who were summoned were the pillars of the young and powerful family, and it was conceivable that they had no land at home.

To put it mildly, some of them may not be able to survive this deep winter even if they go back.

In the center of the triple wall of Jelantil, the king and nobles were discussing preparations for battle in a noble hotel.

Gurdjieff stood silently next to the king who sat on the throne.

In the center of the room was a large table, around which the nobles stared at a huge map with chess pieces on it, and scattered around it with various documents, commanders' rosters, reconnaissance unit reports, past battle records, surrounding information, etc.

The larger the army, the more things to discuss, the more disagreements there became, and a group of them discussed for a long time before coming up with a charter that would satisfy everyone.

In the crowd, Raven Hou spoke, "Everyone has worked hard. Preparations have finally been made within the time limit, and from now on, let's start discussing the plans for the Imperial War, the battlefield is-"

"Don't sell it, Lei Wenhou, isn't it the old place? Besides, where else could it be?"

"That's right, as Paul Lophou said, the old place of the year, the land shrouded in the cursed mist, near the northwestern part of the Kaz Plains."

Lei Wenhou wanted to sell it, but he didn't expect to break it before he opened his mouth.

"Or in the same place, which means that the invasion of the empire will be the same as usual, right?"

Ravenhou shook his head when he heard this, "It's a pity, Brumra Xiuhou, I have received a report that the Empire has mobilized a considerable number of troops this time, and judging from the results of the investigation of the original mountain bronze adventurer team under my subordinates, although the specific strength is still unknown, the coat of arms is enough for six legions. ”

"There are six!?

The Imperial Army has a total of eight legions, and so far it has only fought a maximum of four, but this time it has reached 1.5 times.

"If the empire mobilizes the six armies, the total number will be about 60,000." Lei Wenhou said with a solemn face, the kingdom army seems to have as many as 250,000, but the quality is really too far behind, "In addition to one thing, the top level of the Silian Sect seems to be a little dissatisfied with this war, according to the information we have received, this battle may be interfered with by the Sect Nation." ”

"That's a disadvantage...... If only the Church were on the side of the Empire. ”

The king frowned and said, he had known for a long time that the Slian Sect had fallen to the Empire, but he didn't expect to give such blatant help.

"Your Majesty, I don't know if the sect is targeting us."

Ravenhou quickly interrupted the king, "Maybe they're targeting the Empire. ”

"Is it really that strong in Anzi Urgon? So powerful that even the Church feels tricky? ”

The king looked at Gurdjieff and asked, "What do you think, Stronov?" The strength of Anzi Urgon. ”

"Your Majesty, the minister can't say for sure."

Gurdjieff lowered his head and said, "But his strength must be stronger than the Empire's number one magic chanter, Furda." ”

"Humph! What if there was one more great magic chanter! We've got 250,000 people on our side?! ”

Earl Linton sneered, how can a powerful magic chanter be? Once a large number of soldiers get close, it is just fish on the board.

“……”

Gurdjief understood Earl Linton's thoughts, that is, he didn't know the strength of Fulda who could use sixth-order spells, so he couldn't exaggerate Furda's combat power, to be honest, isn't it just a story to be a story like one enemy against ten thousand, that is, he himself didn't believe that Ainz Ulgong could influence the battle, but his sixth sense felt that the other party could control the battle situation.

The Plains of Kaz - a place where undead creatures and a large number of unknown monsters gather, the most dangerous of which is that the mist that envelops the monsters day and night, these fogs do not drain life force and are not harmful, but can neutralize the magic detected by the undead.

But now there was no fog, not even the figure of the undead, and the bright sun shone on the earth that had not seen the light of day all year round, as if to celebrate something.

And the flag flying opposite them was the imperial flag, the national emblem of the Bahars Empire, and the six legions with a total of 60,000 troops were all gathered there, which was indeed a lot less than their 250,000 army, but the confidence on the faces of the imperial knights was not a small amount.

The commander-in-chief of the Intelligence Empire this time is Natir Iniam Dir Kabein, although his personal force is not high, but his talent as a commander is quite famous, and it is even rumored that as long as he fights, he will not lose.

At this time, the Imperial army camp descended a knight from the sky, and due to the distance, they could not tell who was coming, but judging by the ornate armor, it was clear that it would not be unknown.