The huge pillar of smoke that reached into the sky, with a diameter of a kilometer, would not stop at the Nilfgaard people.

In fact, there are still quite a few armies of the northern states in the current Soden region.

The de jure ruler of the Soden region was King Folteste of Temeria, who claimed the land by his maternal lineage.

In the process of forming the Northern Alliance, he also actively connected the kings of various countries, and finally contributed to the alliance.

In order to facilitate the Northern Coalition against the Nilfgaard Empire, Foltest even gave up devouring the remnants of Styxa in his own country and taking it for himself.

Emperor Nilfgaard's men had planned to expose part of their power in Temeria on the eve of the army, so that Foltest would be too full to move.

It is equivalent to using the loss of part of the spy force to delay the dispatch of troops in Temeria.

But Foltest was not a mediocre king after all.

Although he showed the greed, ferocity, and monopoly that kings all have, when he annexed Stessa's inheritance, he lived like a wild boar.

But he was the king who nearly doubled the size of Temeria during his reign.

Halfway through the 'bait' that Nilfgaard had thrown at him, and then he heard the rumors of the war in Sintra, it took him almost less than a day to sort out what was at stake.

And without hesitation, he spit out the 'bait' that had been eaten in his mouth, gave up the royal monopoly, and scattered it to many people in the country.

In exchange for being the king, he has the right to speak in the domestic military dispatch.

So Nilfgaard's 'bait' not only did not hold him back, but unexpectedly accelerated the speed at which Fortest integrated his forces.

Indirectly contributed to the opening of the First Battle of Soden.

Yes, for the first time.

The Soden region is a long, narrow, north-south region that is usually divided into 'Upper Soden' and 'Lower Soden'.

Lower Soden in the south is close to Sintra and was the site of the First Battle of Soden.

"This is not a petty fight, gentlemen."

In the tents where the clerks and clerks came and went, Foltest stood at the map-covered command table and explained to the other people wearing crowns.

"In the last battle, we both invested close to 20,000 troops, and our men."

"That's not a battle at all, it's a massacre!"

King Hensett of Codwin snorted coldly, his tone irritable.

"I crossed thousands of miles to bring my soldiers, and they were killed by my comrades! No dignity! ”

"Pit to death by a comrade-in-arms? Not necessarily, most of my men died from missing ammo due to mismatched crossbow bolt models. ”

Demavi, the king of Aden, held a wine goblet with gold and rubies in one hand and said angrily.

The four northern countries themselves also have their own contradictions, such as Aden and Kodwin have border disputes.

Their respective weapon models and logistics specifications are different, and even the meaning of the whistle arrows and flags issued on the battlefield is different.

In the short time since the coalition was formed, several kings had already beheaded no fewer than five logistics chiefs.

They also know that logistical disadvantages are unavoidable, and even if you invite a professor from Orson Ford to come over, that's a.

But if something is wrong in the military, someone must be held accountable. So whether they wanted to or not, the logistics director had to hand over his head.

"We have all fought a lot of battles, and you can imagine how difficult it was when our coalition first started to work together. It doesn't make sense to ask how many people died in the first place. ”

The oldest and most respected king in the room was Vizmir II of Redania.

He said with a kind of kindness peculiar to an old man.

"Those people are damned, we always have to use human lives to know how this unprecedented coalition force should act, how to coordinate, to know what level the enemy is, and to make the enemy look down on us, and to gain an advantage for the truly important war in the future."

"Yes, the war we are going to wage next, a war that has never been seen before."

Foltest followed suit.

"Our intelligence agencies believe that by that time we will have a total of almost 100,000 people on both sides! And the more than twenty warlocks united by Master Wigo Fortez will also intervene in the war with unprecedented participation. ”

Speaking of this, every king had a look of surprise on his face to a greater or lesser extent.

Although this news had been more or less heard before them, after all, they also had their own intelligence agencies.

But the number is still unbelievable.

After all, even if it is their national capital, the population is only one or two hundred thousand.

And now, they are going to hold a big war with 100,000 soldiers alone.

Before they truly united their forces, none of them thought that they would have so much military power.

The kings' ventilation would soon be over, and the more specific and cumbersome details that remained would be communicated by their men.

And after everyone walked out of their tents, Foltest, who was habitually dressed in a battle armor or a ceremonial dress, waved his hand behind him.

So in the shadow of the corner of the tent behind him, Vernon Roche stepped out.

He still had a soft cloth hat on his head, but it wasn't broken.

"The fire a few days ago, the column of smoke that rushed to the sky, has it come to fruition?"

Foltest's sharp eyes roamed the map, and the chess pieces in his hand tapped the table one by one.

"I always felt that the cause and waves of the fire would not be so simple."

Foltest is well known among kings for his strategic vision.

And then, Vernon Lotchi's reaction confirmed that.

This tough guy who was unearthed and cultivated by the king from the stinking ditch has the information he has just handed over to him in his hand, but the expression on his face is very strange.

That's kind of.' My intellect tells me it's all, but at the same time, my logic tells me it's true's sense of absurdity.

"Your Majesty, according to the intelligence, the wildfire a few days ago should have killed at least three thousand Nilfgaard soldiers, including at least one cavalry force of five hundred. And there are almost a thousand civilians in number. ”

Speaking of which, Lotchi is a bit stuck.

Foltest had to remind without looking back: "Slaughter civilians, but if you have been in contact with the Nilfgaard army for a long time, you will not be surprised, that is, those idle nobles and scholars who have been confused by the poetry and stories of the South will be suspicious of this." Go on. ”

Roche pursed his lips: "But according to intelligence analysis, someone in this wildfire used hands on the Nilfgaard people, which caused none of them to escape. ”

"Hands-on? Who's doing it? There shouldn't be any active troops in that area, right? ”

"Yes, no. But it's not the army that does it, it's just one person. ”

There was an unspeakable silence in the tent.

Then, with the sound of leather rubbing against the wooden stool, Foltest turned.

With the eyes of 'your brain is all right?' look at your loyal acolyte.

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