Golden Tooth City, the Earl's Palace.

A majestic and luxurious castle that rises above a wide and flat green area. Outside the broad and tall gates of the castle, eight soldiers in gray armor and spears stood guard on either side. Inside the two towering arched towers, several archers patrol the surroundings back and forth. At the top of the minaret are two gray flags, which are not the tricolor gemstone badge of the House of Islam, but the gold-colored gemstone crown of the House of Targaryen.

On the third floor of the Earl's Castle, in a spacious and luxurious conference hall, a long mahogany table with gold trim is placed in the center, and dozens of mahogany chairs are placed on both sides, filled with vassals of the Targaryens.

Count Lorak Targaryen, who sat at the head of the council table, moved his gaze to the middle-aged man on his left. "Tell me what's going on? ”

The gray-robed Maester Mossen unfolded the parchment in his hand and said aloud, "The Merrist family has taken Salt Town, and a few days ago they divided their forces in two directions, and Count Morrod Wood led five thousand soldiers all the way east, intending to capture the town of Wallo. He spoke unhurriedly, "Duke Aegon Merlister himself led an army of 40,000 down the northeast, intending to capture Greystone City and Greywolf Castle. ”

For this news, the Earl of [Magic City] was not surprised. As in the terms of the original covenant between the two companies, once the war began, the Merrists would attack the territories south of the Golden Lands, while the Targaryens would be responsible for attacking the Golden Tooth, Boulder, and all of the northern borders of the Golden Lands.

"What's going on on with the Islam family?" Count Lorak knew that only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent could one not be defeated.

"Baron Baron Greenton is on his way to Greystone with five thousand soldiers," replied Maester Moosen, "and according to the course of the march, he will arrive at Greystone with his men in advance. "Erudite scholars are often required to play a variety of roles, and in times of war they are taken by the lords. The Scholars were able to use the Ravens to help the lord deliver messages, and they were also proficient in medicine, geography, and more.

"Baron Baron, he is a great general who can fight well, and he is also the commander of the famous Blood Wolf Infantry Legion," Lord Alex Mitiag, Earl of [Crystal City], couldn't help but cry, "I'm afraid Lord Merrist will have a fierce battle to fight, and if the food in Greystone City is well stocked, it is estimated that it will not be difficult to defend it for the last three years and five years." ”

"Lord Merrister has forty thousand men in his hands," stressed Baron Dylan Targaryen, Lord of Pinggue, "and it will be a matter of time before the stone city is captured. "Five days ago, he was still practicing his knightly skills in the jousting arena in his territory. When his maester appeared before him with a crow flying from the city of Parliament, he had a premonition that something was about to happen. He learned from the letter that after Duke Charles summoned the order of his vassals to attack the Golden Land, the young and handsome lord could not wait to gather his men and horses, and in the afternoon of the same day, he led 3,000 soldiers all the way east, and marched all night long on the Golden Avenue for five days and five nights, and was also the first lord to rush to the Golden Tooth City.

Curvin Targaryen burst out, "I hope General Greenton lives up to his prestige, and the two sides had better fight and lose." He didn't care about any of that, he wanted the land north of the Golden Lands, which contained the richest gold deposits in the entire Federation of Cania.

There was a look of appreciation in Count Lorak's deep eyes, for Baron Curwen's thoughts coincided with his. Weakening the strength of the Merrist family, judging from the long-term view, is a good thing for the Targaryens to dominate the Canian Federation.

His cousin sharply reminded, "The Merrists are our allies, if they—"

Baron Curvin nodded undeniably. But before he could finish speaking, he immediately replied, "The Merrists are only greedy and vile hunters, and their vassals are like a pack of vicious and brutal hungry wolves, pounced on them wherever there was meat." He was right, but why wasn't he? What ambitious prince wouldn't want to have a piece of fat that tasted sweet and delicious?

Di retorted bluntly, "Since you know so well, you'd better not spread out some of your words, so as not to fall into the truth." ”

The fat-faced Count Alex squinted his eyes and leaned his fat body back on the bench. He listened with great interest to the two young men of the House of Targaryen arguing with each other. His face was round and large, and when he smiled, his eyes narrowed into a line, and the flesh on his face was piled up like a mass of fat, and the whole thing looked like that of a kind and kind rich man. The flesh on his face was overgrown, and he "slipped" under his neck, which was thick and short. The flesh on the neck was covered by layers, like stacked waves. The fattest one is the belly, which doesn't need to be puffed up, and it's as round as a ball.

"Oh," Baron Curwen asked him in a somewhat mocking tone, "my dear cousin, are you afraid that the hunters will skin you alive, or that the beasts will bite your tongue?"

Dylan's eyes immediately shot a resentful gaze, staring at the other party viciously, raising his voice, "When they pounce on you, I really wish you could still be as proud and confident as you are now, instead of trembling humbly." He has never had a good impression of the cousin in front of him, and the other party often takes the opportunity to exclude him.

"That's enough, shut up. Count Lorac shouted angrily.

Baron Curwen, who was about to open his mouth to fight back, had to shut up and sit down quietly. The handsome young man standing across from him hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the bench indignantly.

"Lord Alex," said Count Lorac mildly, "makes you laugh. ”

"Your Excellency," replied Count Alex courteously, "it is inevitable that there will be disputes among young men. "This short and ugly fat man, who can neither dance with a sword nor go into battle to kill the enemy, seems useless, but has great strength. On the third day after Baron Curvin personally stormed the Golden Tooth City, Lord Alex Mitiag gathered nearly 10,000 horses, 7,000 spearmen, 2,000 light horsemen, and 800 archers from within his territory. At the same time, he is also the brother-in-law of Duke Charles Targaryen, and it is precisely because of this that this fat brain will lead all the people in the territory without reservation.

"Now tell me something useful!" said the Earl of Magic City, in a deep voice.

"Lord Commander," said Corvin Targaryen, "there are now more than 30,000 soldiers in the Golden Tooth City, and we should take advantage of the victory to pursue and take Salt Town, and we cannot continue to wait for the northern princes of the Islamic family to gather forces." ”

"Baron Curwen, are you sure you can take that fortress?" asked Count Alex.

"If Count Alex puts 10,000 men under my command," said Curwen in a firm tone, "I promise to take Salt within seven days." ”

"Baron Curwen, you are really a lion's mouth, these 10,000 horses are all my belongings," a smile appeared on the corner of Count Alex's mouth, as if helpless and disdainful, he said lightly, "10,000 horses attack a town with only 1,000 people stationed, and swear that it can be broken in seven days." ”

Ke Wen concealed his feelings, and he replied with a pleasant face, "That is a fortress town with a natural advantage, and it cannot be captured by troops without sufficient advantages." After a brief pause, he continued, "Besides, after taking Salt Town, we will face tens of thousands of soldiers from the northern princes of the Golden Land, how can we defend this town without tens of thousands of troops. ”

The Earl of Crystal City's eyebrows were deeply locked, his face turned dark, and a hideous and cunning smile appeared on his ugly face, "Even if I am willing to hand over the command to you, my vassals will not obey the command of a young boy. "The boy of House Targaryen wants to borrow my soldiers to take credit for him. You can't take me for a fool!

"Then it will be hard for Count Alex to personally lead the army to attack Salt Town, and I am willing to be the lieutenant general of the Lord and obey the dispatch. "He's a fat man, and many people think he's weak and foolish, and maybe Baron Curwen thinks so, too.

"My father's health is so difficult that he can continue to travel long distances. Sir Duncan Mitig, who sat beside Master Alex and said nothing, stood up, "I would like to lead my soldiers on my father's behalf." "He was very different from his father, Sir Duncan was a tall and broad-chested mighty man.

Earl Lorac ordered in a deep voice, "Sir Duncan will be the commander of this attack on Salt Town, and 7,000 soldiers will be drawn from his men and horses as the main attacking force. Baron Cowen, as the deputy commander, led his 3,000 soldiers as the vanguard troops, and ordered you to set out before the dawn of tomorrow. ”

"Yes, sir. Sir Duncan bowed in response.

"Yes, sir. Baron Curwen's tone was slightly stiff. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: Isn't it a disguised loss of my strength to order my soldiers as the vanguard troops? He didn't understand why Count Lorac was targeting him.

"Ser Thor, Ser Gerry," Count Lorak then ordered, "each of you with five thousand soldiers to besiege the eastern and northern gates of Boulder, and remember to besiege only the city. "He couldn't allow Sir Duncan and his forces to be attacked by the Knights of Glory while they were attacking Salt Town.

"Yes, sir. ”

"Lord Commander," Baron Dylan said with some anxiety, "why am I the only one who has no mission?"

"You led your 3,000 soldiers to besiege the west gate of Boulder City. Count Lorak Targaryen spoke, "Stand down and get ready!"