The army is mighty, and the flag covers the sky. From Dortmund Castle, Karl's army had to enter the heart of the Diermans, passing through the territories of several counts before reaching the coast and then sailing to Sibek.

This distance is very long, it is really estimated to be hundreds of miles, and there is no way to do it, the closest way to him is through Fort Carmel, which gives him direct access to the coast, but he believes that the chief of Fort Carmel will not be willing to give him a way, and it is even very likely that he will seize the opportunity to attack him.

Then the road is abandoned, and Carl can only choose to take a long detour.

In this way, it is difficult for the army to reach Sibeck without half a month, and the army march is not a child's house, nor is it an old man walking in the park, thirty miles a meal, sixty miles a lodging, plus spies who have to be kept at any time, the march can be described as a very troublesome thing, and it is not fast at all.

Fortunately, this is not the Eastern Celestial Empire, there is not so much population, Carl commands only a thousand people, if it is 10,000, 100,000 or even a million people, that kind of picture Carl has a headache when he thinks about it, he estimates that if that is the case, he will bring the army to the destination, and the non-combat attrition is estimated to be a lot.

"Give the order to go down, camp in place, and stay here for one night."

Karl looked at the sky and said to the herald beside him, marching in the night, if not too urgent, was not a good choice.

As his order was given, all the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, and at last they could rest for the night, for the march was extremely painful, very boring, and very tired, and no amount of enthusiasm and morale they had before setting out would be almost worn out in the long march.

"Kruger, what the hell are you talking about these things? It's really tiring to push these things. One of the logisticians sat on the ground and chatted with his companion beside him.

"How do I know, God is mysterious?" The companion spat and stretched his arm, pushing such a heavy object all the way that made his arm sore.

There was a huge car in front of them, and a layer of linen was draped over it, and the whole thing was encased, and no one knew what was inside.

Karl's army marched very slowly, and it was all thanks to this thing.

It's very heavy, but luckily there are a few wheels underneath, but even if there are wheels, it takes a dozen people to push hard together to move slowly forward.

"Maybe it's some secret weapon, Lord Earl always comes up with something surprising."

"And those stones, God, I don't know what to do with those stones, they made them round and big, even though there were wooden carts ......to carry them," another logistician also complained.

"Be content, just let you move something, not let you fight, I've seen the battlefield before, God, it's absolutely terrible, and that blood scares me when I think about it now." Another soldier said that it was clear that he had no interest in the so-called meritorious deeds, and that he would never want to go to war if he could.

But this is impossible, although Karl is good for the people of his territory, but after all, he needs people to fight, as an earl, he doesn't care if his levies are willing to go to war or not, this is not his business, he asks himself that he has done his best, and the rest will be left to God.

"Okay, don't talk anymore and can't sleep, if you talk any longer, it'll be dawn, and you'll all regret it then." The other veteran obviously didn't have the slightest interest in this thing, in fact, soldiers with some seniority didn't have any interest in these things, they were only interested in resting, because they knew that there would be very little rest in the whole process, and if they didn't hurry, they might be exhausted to death even if they didn't die on the battlefield.

Hearing the veteran's reminder, the two logisticians suddenly lost all interest, and also lay on the ground and fell asleep.

It was a quiet night, with patrols patrolling around the barracks, and a new group of soldiers taking over their duties after a while.

Occasionally, flocks of forest birds flew over the heads of the soldiers, and they were very unhappy with the soldiers who had entered their territory, and only the cool moonlight would not care about anyone's sprinkling of its brilliance.

When the soldiers were already asleep, there was still light in Karl's tent, but the light was faint, and there were not many candles, so Carl could only save a little and only light one.

He frowned and looked at the map on the table, which was the map of the rudimentary kingdom of Denmaka, and his gaze was mainly on the island of Sibek.

Sibek Island is close to the territory of the Dillmans, and to be precise, it is the closest island to the Dillman territory of the Kingdom of Denmaka.

This is a closed island, except by boat, otherwise there is no way to reach this island, this island is very large, only a little smaller than Dortmund, it is a very important territory of the Kingdom of Denmaka, King Denmaka often uses this island as a springboard, so as to attack the territory of the Dillmans, plunder the assets of the Dillmans, it can be said that as long as you take here, it is equivalent to cutting off a hand of the King of Delma.

And Karl is making plans for the attack on West Baker Island, at first the two sides agreed to attack West Baker Island together, but the plan could not catch up with the change, the news of the holy war came too quickly, although the agreement is still the same, but some details have been changed by both sides.

For example, Stephanie changed the attack on Sibek Island with his army to her fleet to hold back enemy reinforcements for Karl.

And the reason given by Stephanie also left Carl with no ability to refute.

This is a holy war against the Wikipedians, and if the other Dierman nobles knew that Karl was in a military alliance with the Wikipedians, it would probably cause them resentment, and even their hostility, and this would not be the most terrible, but the most terrible would also cause the Pope to be angry, and it would probably punish him religiously.

There is no doubt that no one can afford the wrath of the pope in this era, Karl remembered the matter of Henry IV in his previous life who knelt barefoot in the snow for three days and three nights and begged for the Pope's forgiveness, the dignified German king, the Holy Roman Emperor will still be punished like this, and he Karl, a little Count of Dortmund, would not dare to try.

To be honest, Dortmund, as an inland territory, does not have any navy or fleet at all, although he does not want to admit it, but it is true that only Stephanie can block the enemy's reinforcements from the sea for him.

But then he would have to face the defenders of Sibek alone, and he would have to take Sibek from those men.

As a springboard for the Kingdom of Denmaka to attack the territory of the Dillmans, Sibek is highly valued by Frida, and the defenders will naturally not be in the minority, so it can be said that this will be a very difficult task.

Staring at the map and looking at Karl, I couldn't rest assured, after all, the war was imminent.

With a sigh, he walked out of the tent.

As soon as he walked out of the camp, he was a little helpless, and the two soldiers in charge of guarding at his door almost fell asleep standing up.

"Ahem!" Karl coughed dryly, startling both soldiers.

"Lord Earl!" The two soldiers immediately straightened up, they had just been so weak that they didn't even know that the Count had come out.

"If you're in charge of guarding, you'll be a guard." Karl snorted coldly, it was impossible for him not to be angry, these two soldiers were responsible for guarding his safety, if even these two soldiers were not responsible, then the problem would be very serious.

The two soldiers stiffened, bowing their heads and not daring to speak.

However, Karl had no intention of punishing them now, and after a few lessons, he saw that it was almost over, and then ignored them.

"Alright, you two follow me." With that, Karl turned and walked towards the rest of the barracks.

Naturally, he needed a guard, and these two soldiers acted as his bodyguard.

The two soldiers let out a sigh of relief, and the stone in their hearts was finally put down, and their hearts were beating wildly just now, for fear that Karl would order them to be punished.

Karl walked aimlessly, saluted by patrolling guards along the way.

"Where are you going, Lord Count?" The captain of the patrol asked respectfully, he looked at the two thin guards behind Carl, intending to personally lead the patrol to protect him.

Carl waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to, in fact, he didn't know where he wanted to go, he was just stuffy inside, planning to come out to breathe, and by the way, empty his mind.

Before he knew it, he had come to the place where the logisticians were resting, where there were five huge things wrapped in linen.

Carl stood in place, looking deeply at the five things, if Sibeck is a hard bone, anyone will be bitten teeth, then these five things are the basis for Carl to dare to bite this hard bone.

"I invented this thing in advance, and I don't know if it will affect any process." Carl laughed in his heart, as a traverser, he naturally has various advantages, and the biggest advantage is the knowledge in his head that others don't have.

At least the thing in front of him is in his memory, it is an artifact in war, and it has a record of its brilliance in many large-scale battles.

"......Whew," Karl exhaled, suddenly feeling a little more relieved, walked around again, and then returned to his tent, he too must rest, otherwise he would not have any energy tomorrow.

The night was silent, the eyes were closed and the night passed, and the army opened again.

But just then, a scout came to Carl on a fast horse.

"Lord Count has found something near our army, it seems that there is a gang of robbers, and there is a group of outcasts there, and those outcasts should be Dilmans!"

"Robbers? Refugee? Carl touched his chin and pondered for a moment.

"How many of those robbers are there, and how many are there of those outcasts? Where are they? Karl asked.

"There are quite a few people, according to my observations, the robbers are about fifty or sixty people, and the outcasts are about two hundred, and they are in the northwest direction of our ranks, and if the cavalry set out, it will be about a candle away." The scout thought for a moment and said.

Carl nodded, the scout had been in this position for many years, and his eyes were vicious, and he was generally not mistaken.

"Is the time of a candle ......" that is about half an hour, sometimes Carl really wants to get the clock out, otherwise it is really too troublesome, there is an hourglass time, there is a candle timekeeping, it can only be said that the error is very large, and many times it does not work, but he doesn't, there is a specialization in the art industry, how to do clocks and watches he really can't.

"Called Boris to me." Karl commanded to the herald beside him.

It didn't take long for Boris to arrive, the Templars were not far from Karl's location, in fact, Kevin, Sylvia and the others were not far from Karl, as long as Karl had orders, they could reach them as soon as possible.

Karl told him briefly what had happened, and Boris immediately understood.

"Don't worry, Lord Count, I'll set out with the Knights Templar at once, and I promise to annihilate those bandits!" Boris said respectfully, as a knight, he was most disgusted with those robbers.

"Good, but there's one thing I want to tell you before I do." Karl nodded and beckoned to Boris again.

Boris was a little puzzled and put his ear up.

Karl whispered a few words in Boris's ear, and Boris showed a look of sudden realization.

"Alright, let's go at once, and let the robbers go to Satan."

"Yes!" Boris did not dare to delay, mounted his horse, and immediately galloped in the direction of the Knights Templar, and then the Knights Templar set off in a mighty northwesterly direction.

One minute at night, there is a high probability that there will be many casualties among the displaced people.

After they left, the team continued its journey, and it was impossible for the team to stop and wait for them, and when they were done, they would naturally catch up.