There was another fierce sound of horses, and the scenery on both sides was rapidly receding, and soon, Xilin and the others set foot on the land of Dostol, but they were still a long way from Dostol.

The Bise River, which originates in the mountains of the north, winds its way from north to south through the deep Tuna forest, then eastward into the province of Thambul, and then joins the Tuna River in the central part of Thambul, and the city of Dostol is built on the banks of the Bise, where it has always been rich in water and grass, and there is a natural river to provide defense, which is far more effective than the moats dug by people.

Just north of the Bisei River, where the war was about to be fired, the two infantry corps of the Empire plus the local army of more than 100,000 people were looking for the best fighters at the moment, but they were very powerless in the face of the fast-moving orc army.

Obviously, the General Staff also took this into account, which is why a cavalry was to be transferred.

"My lord, there is Dostol City ahead. Running fast, Jeffrey said, pointing to the big city in front of him.

"Well, in a moment you will camp there with the warriors, and Captain Dana and Augustine will follow me into the city. Cillin pointed to a high slope in the distance and spoke.

Looking at the place of Cillin's finger, Jeffrey said to Cillin with a questioning face: "Why do you want to camp over there, let's just get closer, it's convenient." ”

"Needless to say, it makes sense. After saying that, Cillin turned his head, looked at the city of Dostol, which was getting closer and closer, and went straight over.

Sirin led only Dana, Augustin, and Ian to the city gates, while Gerner led the party with Jeffrey to the high slopes.

Proving his identity, the soldiers at the city gate lowered the drawbridge, and after the unpleasant sound of 'creaking', Xilin and his party rode directly towards the city.

It was said that it was Dostol City, but in fact it had become a moving fortress, and it was not visible from the outside, but as soon as he walked into the city, the piles of rolling wood and stones on both sides of the street almost did not scare Xilin.

Looking at it like this, it is not something that can be prepared in a moment, and it was originally a street that could easily accommodate several war horses in parallel, but now it can only accommodate two horses at most.

'Carefully' walked through this 'danger zone', and the faces of the Xilin people were not good, not because the road here was too narrow, but because the situation here had reached such a critical point.

Soon, the City Lord's Mansion appeared in front of him, without too much hesitation, Xilin and his party went to the City Lord's Mansion, and when they arrived at the door, naturally someone would go in to report, and after a while, a group of people would go out and come.

Xilin looked up and saw that the few people behind him still looked like people in the army, but they were the first one, but they were uncomfortable.

Both sides looked at each other, Xilin paused slightly, and then took the initiative to step forward and report his military name, but the person opposite looked arrogant.

"Oh~~ It turned out to be the commander of the flag regiment, I heard that he is still a baron. I saw that the head of the city lord's mansion glanced at Xilin slightly, and spoke, his tone full of disdain.

Not only the tone, but even the voice is disgusting to listen to, the greasy sound like cream in the ears is really unbearable, this is also, no matter who has a full ear full of cream, it is enough anyway.

However, it was uncomfortable to be uncomfortable, and Xi Lin didn't think much of that person's tone, but this didn't mean that others would endure it, even if he was as good-tempered as Ian, he couldn't help but say: "You dare to despise the nobles of the empire, do you know that this is disrespectful to the empire!"

"Contempt?" the man still looked at people out of the corner of his eye.

"Well, as the Viscount of the Empire, Lord Baron. He turned his head to Sirin again, "Please tell me what a baron should do when he meets a viscount." ”

As soon as his words fell, Ian was about to step forward, but fortunately he was pulled by Augustine, Cillin looked up at the cream boy on the steps, and after only a few seconds, Cillin lowered his head again, "Hello, Lord Viscount!"

......Hearing Xilin's words, the man's chin was raised higher, and he turned around lightly, and then walked towards the house without looking back.

"This, my lord, why is this person like this?" Looking at the back of the group, Ian's eyes widened, as if he had seen something rare.

"It's nothing, there are so many people in the world, there will always be a few mutations. Sirin patted Ian on the shoulder, and after speaking, he also walked towards the house.

"Uh......" was slightly stunned, "Lord, wait for me." While shouting, Ian hurriedly chased after him.

In Xilin's eyes, this Dostol City has become a mobile fortress, so needless to say, the City Lord's Mansion is the wartime headquarters.

Xilin and his party of four were taken to the living room, and then naturally someone served refreshments, but Xilin and they all waited quietly, and after about a quarter of an hour, the man with the cream voice came to the living room, and only said to Xilin: "My lord asked you to go, there is something important to discuss." ”

After saying that, he left without looking back, making Xilin and them speechless for a while.

"You wait here now, and I'll go see you. After saying that, Xilin went with the officer who looked like a personal guard on the side.

After turning a few small roads, Xilin came to a simple flower hall.

"Your Excellency, the Commander is inside, so go in first. With that, the officer made a gesture of invitation.

The flower hall is not big, but fortunately it is quiet and quiet, and many unknown flowers and trees are still full of life.

In the flower hall, I saw a middle-aged man sitting next to the stone table, saying that he was middle-aged, and at a glance he should be in his fifties, and his gray hair already showed some traces of time.

"Your Excellency. "Without thinking too much, Xilin naturally guessed who the person in front of him was, Reginod, deputy director of the United Front Work Department of the Imperial General Staff.

For the official position of the General Staff, Reginod doesn't care, what he cares about is the war, although he can be regarded as an ageless character, but as a soldier who is about to retire, it is of course great to be able to have a hearty war in the last time, so he launched a relationship and won such an opportunity to come to the front line.

"Well, Sirin Doyle, huh...... He's a nice lad. Looking up at Cirin, Reginod smiled, then pointed to one of the stone benches, "Sit ......"

Although the legend says that Reginod has a bad temper, but I don't know why, Cillin feels that this commander is good, besides, Reginod is still his father's classmate back then, and his close admiration is even worse.

"Master Xie......" Without too much excuse, he thanked him, and Xilin sat on one of the stone benches.

After Sillin sat down, Reginod said to the cream boy standing on the side: "Kus, you can sit too, although I am the commander this time, it is still up to you young people to really fight the enemy, and you and Sillin will have to cooperate well in the future." ”

The implication of Reginod's words is obvious: although I am the commander, I can't personally lead the troops to charge, and I am also an old man, so you young people should rush.

Cillin looked at the cream boy behind him, or the guy named Kus, smiled slightly, and thought in his heart: I thought I had found a worship object for Jesse, but I didn't expect that this all-rounder leader is really not an ordinary person, it seems that life is really precious.

Everyone is talking and laughing on the surface, but in fact, everyone is making calculations in their hearts, but this time it is not to compare whose calculations are loud, but to see who can make a fortune in a muffled voice.