As Murphy returned to Cadman City with the loot and survivors, the aftermath of that successful blockade was subtly changing a lot of things.

In the pioneering fortress of East Prus, near Transnesia, a commander dressed in the uniform of a major of the Plantagenet Kingdom walked briskly to the office of the front-line commander, holding a document and stretching out his hand to reorganize his demeanor.

After making sure everything was okay, he reached out and knocked on the closed door.

This was not only due to good education and personal manners, but also because General Loren, whom the Major was to meet, was a strict commander in all matters.

From the post-war summaries of each military operation, to the patrol gendarmes' duty routes in the fortress, to the occasional seating arrangement of the colonels.

If the commanders of the Pioneer Corps or even the big heads of the soldiers don't want to be scolded or punished by the harsh generals, then doing the best in everything they are responsible for is undoubtedly the right work attitude.

General Loren famously said, "Death always favors those who are faithful to their duties", which gives a glimpse of the general's character.

"Come in!"

A deep voice rang out from the office.

The Major pushed the door in, and neatly saluted the general, who was sitting behind his desk and looking down at the map, and reported loudly:

"Report to the General! The Frontline Special Service Report has arrived, and there is an encrypted message that you need to see immediately! ”

After speaking, the major lowered his voice again and said:

"It's about that 'shipment.'"

"Huh?"

The general, who was looking at the military map, raised his head when he heard this, revealing a well-defined face in the prime of life.

He was not handsome, but his facial features like a knife and axe, a classic Chinese face, and a well-groomed beard made him look tough, old-fashioned, and stern and heavy.

He threw away the drawing pen in his hand, touched his most proud beard, jumped out of his chair, and then straightened his general's badge and strode over to the major.

Finally, the general looked up at him.

Well, everyone has rumoured that General Loren Frederick has the courage and strength to match his height, but it's not all fleshy praise and praise.

It's actually a statement as well.

The general of the Plantagenet Kingdom, the most trusted commander of King Louis, the rising star of war from the old Praetorian Guard, the absolute pride of the Grinny Legion, and the general Loren who single-handedly built the skeleton of the Pioneer Legion from scratch in the ten-year war and trained it to become the first army of the kingdom... He's a half-dwarf!

He is half Silver Dwarf blood.

As a result, although the general's height stands out among the dwarves, he is still an out-and-out dwarf in front of the 1.93 meter major...

But no one will underestimate General Loren for this!

Just as no one dares to underestimate the deadly tomahawks wielded by dwarves on the battlefield.

Those who dare to speak out about his height will most likely not live to see the sun the next day, and there is an unwritten rule in the Pioneer Legion that the entire Legion will try to avoid saying the word "short" in official affairs and private conversations.

Please note that this is not a request!

Although the general announced in front of all the soldiers on the first day of his army that he did not care about the soldiers discussing his height, the half of the dwarven blood in General Loren's body was always quietly and stubbornly in effect.

And it is well known that the image of the dwarves on the continent is known for their careful eyes.

In the third month of the army's founding, after the first brave alternate captain was thrown into the front line because he was drunk and scolded the enemy for lacking courage like a dwarf rat, everyone understood where the general's bottom line was.

Although the alternate captain was lucky enough to survive four hard battles and rose all the way to colonel, it has to be said that this is still a sad story.

Right now, in his office, General Loren was holding his hands behind his back, staring up at the very tall and upset Major in front of him, who was super capable of working and had a super hard background, who maintained a military posture and looked ahead, and there was no disrespect to him that he could find fault with it.

So, General Loren asked in a deep voice:

"What's wrong with my shipment? According to the schedule, it should have reached the Under Armour Hills area by now. ”

"The convoy has been ambushed, Your Excellency."

The Major walked briskly over to the military map of Transencia on the wall, picked up a red pushpin and pinned it to the filthy swamp.

He pointed there and said to the frowning general:

"It happened last night, at about 21 o'clock, sixty elite Blood Vulture Midnight Hunters and their armed Blood Servants launched an attack on the convoy that had just left the filthy swamp, and the psionic division in command of the convoy resolutely resisted and asked the warriors of the Wolf Venom Clan to escort the cargo first.

But the cunning vampires arranged an interception in advance at the end of the smuggler's woodland, and our brave soldiers eventually failed, and the cargo was confirmed lost. ”

"And how did the news get back?"

General Loren did not dwell on the fact that what he had spent a lot of money on was robbed, but asked rhetorically:

"So the convoy wasn't wiped out? If one of them survived, why did they just give me such a bad debriefing? Who is the commander of the enemy in charge of interception operations? And who was the last vampire to touch the goods?

And most importantly, what about the course of the battle?

Is it just the word 'resolute resistance' that fools you up?

The convoy alone had 240 escorts!

They are all veterans who have participated in more than three major wars, and I have specially sent the excellent witch hunters of the White Oak Warband to assist in the defense, and the high-level psionics of the Tower of the Ring are used as a magic force.

Such a force can fight against 1,000 armed Blood Servants on the battlefield! But you can't stop even 60 vampires?

There must be something wrong with the command!

The commander of the convoy had better really die in battle, otherwise I would definitely send him to a court-martial! ”

"About this..."

The major, accustomed to the general's strictness in these details, glanced at the Chinese in his hand and reported:

"Only three psionics survived the convoy, and the rest of the warriors were all killed, but they wiped out all the invading vampires and blood servants, as confirmed by the White Oak Warband Commander Finok, who had come to support at the last moment.

All members of the enemy team were killed, except for the Commander, and it was confirmed that it was the most elite Midnight Hunter Rangers of the Vulture Clan who attacked us. ”

"Wiped out 60 Midnight Hunters at once? Equivalent to taking out two entire elite night stormtroopers of Salokdal in one battle? Good! ”

The general raised his eyebrows, nodded and said:

"Worthy of my soldiers! Good job!

Write down the names of these soldiers, report them to the military department for their military exploits, apply for 'warrior' pensions for their families, send their children to the Loyal Heir Academy if they want to join the army, and give their families an additional death allowance of three months' military pay in the name of the Pioneer Corps.

I will pay ninety percent, and all the commanders of the direct line troops will pay one percent.

You do it yourself.

Also, Why did Old Fenoch appear in the Filthy Swamp? Shouldn't he have commanded his witch hunters to make a tactical breakoff along the line from Under Armour Hills to Cadman City? ”

"It's because of rescuing the captives, General. During a previous contact in the village of Morland, several veteran witch hunters were captured by vampires, and Lord Finok went to rescue them. ”

The Major immediately explained:

"According to the information sent back by Lord Finnoke, the ambush of the vampires was discovered by the convoy in advance, and it was precisely because these captives broke free from the shackles with a state of mind facing death, and risked their lives to set fire to the rear camp of the vampires.

The surviving psionics emphasized in their report that the attack was due to a leak of information, and that the vampires were able to accurately jam the time and route of the convoy.

This proves that the Pioneer Corps has their eyeliner within them.

After the assessment of the General Staff, we believe that this hidden danger does exist, Your Excellency. ”

"Isn't it normal that we are fighting on the territory of vampires, and the Blood Vulture Clan has been entrenched in the Translancian region for more than 400 years, and has raised some human traitors?"

General Loren waved his hand indifferently and said:

"Sniffing out and executing traitors is not something that we front-line fighters need to think about, the Judge Advocate General's Office will take over the rest, does their report mention the final whereabouts of the goods?"

"No, General, Lord Finok is escorting the seven wounded back to the East Pruss area at this time, and the tactical blocking and reconnaissance of the White Oak Warband has been completed."

The Major replied:

"The witch hunters lost a bit of a lot, but if you had to recover the goods, I'm sure they'd be willing to take the risk again. It's a three-day journey from the Filthy Swamp to Cadman City, and at the speed of the witch hunters, they can catch up on..."

"No, give up."

General Loren thought for a moment, shook his head decisively, and said:

"In the past, I would not have suffered this loss, but now the situation has changed. Frazier, if I'm not mistaken, you've been on the front line for three years now, homesick?

Miss your fiancée you've never met? ”

The question of the general's sudden switch made the major stunned for a moment.

He rarely saw a general talk about his personal life in the barracks, and after a second of thought, he replied:

"It is my mission to serve the victory of King Louis and the glory of the Plantagenet, the general, my family all support me, therefore..."

"Don't talk clichés!"

The general glared at him, then shook his head and said:

"Write a letter to your family, at most half a month, and you can go home and reunite with them."

"Huh?"

The Major was really surprised at this moment, but he reacted quickly and exclaimed:

"It's... General, you mean, the war is coming to an end? But... But we haven't made it to Transcia yet! We've just finished gathering intel on the Blood Vultures!

There is only one month left in the training of the recruits, and as long as everything is ready, we can launch a resolute and devastating attack at any time, and the corrupt and superstitious Transanians will not be able to stop our forces!

It took us ten years to fight here, General!

This is the final step towards the annexation of the Portia Confederation for His Majesty the King, how can we give up here!

This must be a traitor from the king's side and in the Great Council! ”

The young major shouted indignantly:

"How can those who are at peace in the rear end the war at a time when we are about to win? No, those fat-gutled fools betrayed and betrayed us! ”

"Shut up!"

Hearing that the officers under his command were talking more and more excessively, General Loren scolded fiercely, he took out a dwarven pipe and put it in his hand to play with, glanced at his subordinates, and said in a long voice:

"It is the nature of young people to yearn for war, it is the duty of a commander to master war, it is the privilege of veterans to enjoy war, but to look forward to war recklessly... Tsk, that's utter stupidity.

The whole country has been in a state of war for ten years, and His Majesty's pace of reforming the nascent state has been delayed for too long.

This muddy war is at an opportune time.

As for the reason, it's not what you think, Frazier. ”

General Loren sighed, lit his tobacco, and handed the half-drawn military map on his desk to the major in the smoke.

The latter's eyes widened as he took his hands in his hands and glanced at them.

He lost his voice and said:

"This! Did the Nordtov kingdom send troops? ”

"Well, on the eastern front of the Portian Confederacy, while you and I were talking, the most elite Winter Wolf Legion under the command of Her Majesty the Young but Fierce 'Wolf Girl' had crossed the military buffer zone from Icy Bay to Transasia.

They will smash the rotten giant from behind the Confederacy of Portia, the royal pact between King Louis and the Werewolf, which took place just after the Third Battle of the Sachs two months earlier. ”

The general enjoyed his tobacco and explained slowly:

"We don't even need the Pioneer Corps to move forward, we just need to stay on the spot to maintain the kingdom's occupation of East Pruus, Sax, and Cato, and leave the rest to the savage and warlike Northerners.

They will help us deal with the last bit of resistance of the Portian Confederacy, and of course, as meat to the hungry wolves, the post-war Icebay region and the Kafhoka Great Plains are in their pockets.

The entire Portian Confederation will be history after this war.

As for Translasia..."

The short general turned his head to look at the map hanging on the wall.

The Translancia region above is a long and narrow terrain, bordered by Glacier Bay to the north and the Dark Mountains to the south, and it is located right in the middle of the continent, which acts like a "natural barrier", separating the newly hunted new territory of the Plantagenet Kingdom from the two powerful human states of the Nordtov Kingdom.

General Loren rubbed his beard, and he sneered:

"The territory of the two lions cannot be directly bordered, that will only lead to a more violent confrontation, but now neither side is ready to move on to the next war.

As a result, Translasia would be carved out as a dominion, possibly as a principality, and who knows?

The next war will take place at the negotiating table of politicians, with their tongues and pens in their hands.

But, Fraser, the war that belongs to us soldiers is over. ”

The major listened in silence to the general's explanation.

He knew that General Loren was trying to use his mouth to convey the news to the middle ranks of the Pioneer Corps, in order to appease the belligerent and hungry commanders in advance.

He was actually quite satisfied with the result.

After so many years of fighting, to be honest, he himself is annoyed.

At the beginning of the war he was a student in the port of Chardo, but now he is old enough to marry and have children, and the most outrageous thing is that the fiancée chosen by the family for him is said to be very good in all aspects, but the problem is that he was not consulted almost the whole time of the marriage.

There was no sense of involvement at all!

However, on the bright side, the major still said indignantly:

"But just let them go? General, those damned vampires just robbed you of something and stomped the face of the entire Pioneer Legion under your feet, and it was over, and the soldiers would not be satisfied.

As you taught us, the glory of the warrior is above all else!

We can lose our heads, but we can't lose our knees! ”

"Of course I won't let them go so easily, I'm just saying that the two kings are going to dismember the Portia Confederacy, not that the vampires will continue to rule this isolated land."

General Loren smiled coldly, picked up a pen from the table and played with it, and with a flick of his wrist, the pen stabbed the map like a flying knife.

It was nailed right in the position of Cadman City.

He said:

"Major Fraser, help me contact the resident psionics of the Tower of the Ring and the patriarch of the Wolf Venom Clan, I want to start Project D!

We may not be able to enter Cadman City as victors, but I will let the lawless vampires know that their time is over.

Finish by my legion's own hands! ”