"Task force! Gather! ”

Piercing roars and assembly whistles echoed through the barracks of the Pioneer Fortress of East Pruus.

In the darkness of the dawn, with a flurry of shouting and boot stamping, the contingent of young officers assembled in a matter of minutes, and by the time Field Marshal Loren arrived with his adjutant General Soros and the marshal's guard, the energetic young men had cleaned even the last bit of dust from their boots.

The short marshal, who treated himself and others harshly, carried his hands behind his back, and beside him, a sturdy dwarven guard, carrying his practical and dignified marshal's battle axe, followed the marshal as he inspected the barracks.

Colonel Fraser, who was standing at the front of the crowd, saw General Soros touch the top of the door with his white-gloved left hand, and his heart went to his throat.

However, the gloves that were still white showed that the officers under the colonel's command were not lazy in internal affairs, and they perfectly fulfilled the colonel's high standards for internal work.

"Not bad."

General Soros nodded with satisfaction and criticality, and at the same time glared fiercely at his youngest son standing in the queue, so that poor Major Ron had to straighten his waist even harder, unwilling to show his cowardice in front of his father.

However, considering that he has been appointed as the second commander of the vanguard army, it is reasonable for the general's father to be strict with him, so the young people of the Capetian family can't be allowed to look down on the people of their Soros family, right?

"Commanders, today you are leaving the safe fortress and going to Transcia with the soldiers assigned to you and those stupid and pathetic old soldiers, to carry out the duties of war that His Majesty has entrusted to you."

It was in this barracks that Marshal Loren's gaze swept over the people in front of him like a battle axe, and he said in a deep voice:

"Always remember!

You are the warriors of the Pioneer Legion, and you will maintain your dignity and majesty as soldiers of the kingdom even in the fallen lands of the vampires.

I must stress to you that I've had a few fights with Governor Murphy of Transancia, and I must admit that the vampire sissy has some skills.

He's a tough opponent to deal with!

As for whether you are a qualified ally, you have to test it yourself.

Before you go, I must stress once again your responsibilities in Translasia.

Keep in mind that you are the Plantagenet Kingdom's supporters of Transthea's war against the Plague, and your role is not to be at the forefront of the charge to protect the vampires' property, but to ensure that the threat of the Plague does not spread to the kingdom as quickly as possible.

To do this, you must protect your command as you protect your head and heart, and you must not allow vampires to interfere with the command of armies, let alone obey all orders given to them.

You need to always put the interests of the Kingdom first.

Secondly, you cannot live in the barracks that the vampires have prepared for you, and you must choose to camp for the Pioneer Wing with your military talents.

This ensures maximum independence.

But I am not asking you to rebel against Governor Murphy's orders.

I'm just reminding you to keep your position in mind, but when the situation is at its worst, when faced with the Gnolls, the common enemy of all the forces of the continent, our cooperation with the vampires is also acceptable!

Finally, and most importantly.

You are the eyes of Your Majesty and the Pioneer Legion, and you will have to gather enough information for Your Majesty and the Legion in the next great battle that will take place in Translasia.

Not only the Gnolls and the Black Scourge, but also the forces and systems of the Governor's Governor of Translasia and the Winter Wolf Legion who will fight alongside you. ”

Marshal Loren said in a deep voice:

"There will be a war between the Plantagenet Kingdom and the Nordtov Northkees, and the only mission of us soldiers is to prepare everything before the war breaks out! Do you understand everything? ”

"Yes, Marshal!"

More than thirty young officers in the barracks responded loudly in unison.

The youthful vigor and eagerness of the young man mixed together to form a very aggressive aura, which greatly pleased Marshal Loren.

He believes that this is what the best soldiers and commanders should be.

Never admit defeat, never retreat, and always maintain enterprising spirit and fighting spirit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Legion has provided you with enough supplies to sustain you in Translancia for a month, the logistics officer will lead a professional team to operate with you, and your baggage, ammunition, and weapons will be transported after you have camped in Transnesia.

The marshal has prepared for you a crack artillery to help you defend your station, and I hope you will make good use of the forces that the Pioneer Corps is proud of. ”

General Soros, who was beside Marshal Loren, put his hands behind his back and said loudly:

"I must add, however, that I think this is the perfect description of the former border guards whom you are about to escort to Transnesia, though I may be a little rude in what I say next.

Remember, these guys aren't soldiers at all!

They are a mix of scoundrels, criminals, and cowards, the most despicable bastards that the human race can bring, and you cannot expect them to burst into courage and will to fight at any time.

In my opinion, they are not even as good as the blood servants of Translasia.

At least the blood servants know to be faithful to their masters.

But these bastards' association with loyalty is nothing short of insulting, and they are undoubtedly a burden to the kingdom, garbage that needs to be disposed of! Throwing them into the Scourge of Transencia will undoubtedly allow these pathetic bastards to make their last and only contribution to the continent.

Field Marshal Loren and I are not asking you to reform them or command them.

All you need to do is bring these bastards into Transia and hand them over to the vampire governor, and then you don't have to worry about what happens to these scumbags.

I believe in the vampires' ingenuity in this regard, and they will eventually choose the most suitable ending for these muddy guys who can't hold up to the wall.

Do you have any other questions? ”

"Yes! Shogun. ”

One of the officers in the queue raised his hand, and he asked in a loud voice:

"I've heard from the MI that the Northerners have sent their captured armed blood servants back to Transencia before we do, and they have unsurprisingly added enough criminals and scum to it, and there are many of them, but there are very few people in Translancia."

"What the hell are you trying to say? Ensign Bob! ”

General Soros impatiently scolded:

"Tell the point! Your father didn't talk so much when he was in the service with me. ”

"Uh, General, I mean"

The second lieutenant named Bob reluctantly maintained the most standard military posture and asked:

"If the little government of the governor of Transnesia has been overthrown by the criminals and hooligans of the North, or brought to the brink by the mobs, should we help them out of humanitarian principles?

Or should we take advantage of the chaos to eliminate the so-called Crimson Keep and plant the sacred banner of King Louis on the land of Transnesia? ”

This question caused a burst of laughter, which made General Soros a little helpless, and Marshal Loren also shook his head, and these young people from military aristocratic families seemed to be a little too optimistic.

It seems that the long-term propaganda of the weakness and deception of the Portian Confederacy in the country has made these young people really think that the Transian barbarians are vulnerable.

That's not good.

If you really step into Murphy's territory with this mentality, these young people will definitely hit their heads and bleed.

The dwarven marshal was going to scold these guys harshly.

But then he thought about it, it was still more than three months before the outbreak of the Black Plague, and it was better to let these young people suffer a hard loss in Murphy's territory than to let them step into the Black Plague with such a proud mentality.

Young people always don't admit defeat.

Before hitting his head and breaking the blood in the face of the cold reality, he will never give up his immature and stubborn worldview, and breaking the illusions of others will be hated.

Instead of doing it yourself, it's better for that vampire girl to do it.

Anyway, he wasn't from the Plantagenet Kingdom, and he didn't need to think about the intricate and intertwined forces and backgrounds behind these young people that even Marshal Loren was a little jealous.

Alas, the military aristocracy was also an aristocracy, and they were more warlike and eager to win than the average noble, which doomed them to be much more difficult to deal with than the ordinary nobles.

Even Marshal Loren himself was a member of this group, but he had to admit that even King Louis had to be a little cautious when the military aristocracy twisted into a rope.

But whether it was out of the care of the elders or out of the duties of the superiors, Marshal Loren felt that he should give these fellows a wake-up call.

So after the lecture, the marshal summoned the commander of the Military Observer Mission, Fraser, in his office.

After Colonel Fraser entered the office, the dwarven marshal asked directly:

"What do you think are the current problems with your team?"

"They were eager to fight, but many of them were fighting for the first time, like the brothers Bob and Denard."

Colonel Fraser, who was also an old subordinate of the marshal, knew that this would not be sloppy, so he replied very seriously:

"Although General Soros was very kind to transfer some young commanders from within the Pioneer Corps to me, this does not change the fact that this military observer group lacks experience in warfare.

Even as a commander-in-chief, I am not as tested as the old soldiers, and it is clear that the experience of ten years of war is difficult to apply to the black plague.

So in the face of your question, I will answer you, and I hope that the Legion will send some veterans who are about to retire as our advisors.

In return, we will use our family relationships and resources to ensure that they enjoy relatively favorable living conditions after discharge. ”

"Yes, I'm happy with your answer."

The dwarven marshal nodded, took the dwarven pipe from the drawer, and filled it with tobacco, and said:

"I am pleased to see that as the head of the Mission, you are not carried away by the victories of the past period.

Due to political reasons, the information we obtained from our secret observation of Translancia was not shared with the junior officers, so they did not know what was happening in Translasia.

But for my personal senses, Refnoor Murphy Lesenbra is by no means an ordinary vampire, this guy is simply a genius who rules the field.

He was just as natural as our King Louis.

I could feel him twisting the various forces of his ruined realm together, like putting different iron embryos into a forge and hammering them together into the most violent and sharp alloys.

He has even received the allegiance of the hussars!

This must lead us to re-examine Transasia under Murphy's rule, they are not a problem now, but if left unchecked, they will soon become a big problem for the Pioneer Legion and even the kingdom.

But luckily, it's not just us who think so, I guess Her Majesty's generals share our concerns. ”

With that, Marshal Loren glanced at Colonel Frazier, who was patiently listening, and he lit his pipe and exhaled a rich, spicy puff.

As the smoke obscured his face, the dwarven marshal whispered:

"You are the heir of the Capetian family, and you have more access than I do to everything that is happening in Translasia, Frazier, I don't want to hide it from you, but for me and Your Majesty, the perfect outcome of this dark plague is the death of the vanguard of the Gnolls and Murphy of Translasia

In this way, we can save two troubles.

I guess the other side thinks the same way, so if there is an opportunity, the two sides can even cooperate to some extent on this matter.

But you have to be wary of the Northerners.

Those who have grown up in the cold winds of the great wilderness are all as fierce as wolves, and they must always be on guard against being bitten by them."

"I understand, Your Excellency."

The colonel was not interested in this kind of overly harsh thinking.

He felt that in the face of a threat of this level of the Black Plague, it was obviously not in line with the Plantagenet Kingdom's pursuit of security.

But on the surface, he still made a gesture of listening and obedience, and he replied:

"I will closely monitor the situation, and if I can find a perfect moment, I will do my best to bring it all about, but with all due respect, Your Excellency Marshal. If Governor Murphy is as good as you say, then I don't think he would be unprepared for this eventuality.

He may even be thinking about the same idea as we do, that is, to turn a bad thing like the Black Plague into a 'good thing'. ”

"Well, then this will test your conducting skills, Fraser."

Loren smiled.

It was evident that he did not have much confidence in what he was trying to say, which was enough to prove that in the eyes of the dwarven marshal, Murphy had become an adversary who had to be taken seriously.

But Marshal Loren, who has been strong all his life, will definitely not admit his appreciation for a vampire governor, so in the midst of swallowing clouds, the dwarven marshal commented in a disdainful tone:

"To be honest, I have no way of understanding the state of Governor Murphy at this time, he rules a mob, a gangster and a scumbag, and the most trustworthy of all those who obey him are a bunch of barbarians who can't read a few words.

The hell in Translancia was like a powder keg.

If I were Murphy, I'd probably have insomnia every night.

From this point of view, even a stubborn dwarf like me has to admit that Lord Murphy's patience and resilience are worth learning from all of us.

All right.

Without further ado, let's talk about your location. ”

The marshal pointed to the map hanging on the wall, and he said:

"Tell me, where are you going to station your army?"

——

"Ahh

In the Crimson Corridor, Murphy, who was listening to Miriam's weekly punctual report, suddenly sneezed, and this unannounced reaction not only surprised him, but also made Miriam look at his lord in surprise.

Do vampires sneeze too?

Wow, that's a fun little bit of nonsense.

"Someone must be cursing me behind my back, I guess it's the nasty short-sighted man."

Murphy pinched his nose, he looked at Miriam in front of him, and said with great relief:

"Your physical condition is much better than before, although the dark circles are still there, at least there is no sub-health condition that is visible to the naked eye before.

So, have our Crimson Archons finally learned the art of ruling or doing nothing? ”

"Please don't say that."

Miriam, who was indeed much less stressed, shook her head and explained:

"It's because I have to assign a lot of my work because of the arrival of administrative professionals, and I have to admit that the managerial talents of these otherworldly spirits are astounding, and if you can recruit a few hundred more qualified managers, Professor Malcolm and I will be able to live happily ever after reading the newspaper and fishing every day.

Do you need to continue to debrief? ”

"No, no, you know I don't really care about the data stuff."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"And I'm sure my Archon won't fool me at the level of governance, I'm more interested in talking to you about your private life now, Miriam.

You know, Colonel Fraser is about to return to Transnesia, and you've just tricked his fiancée into being part of Transnesia.

and even inspired her, a member of the Plantagenet Kingdom, to shed his blood for our cause.

Tsk, you're such a horrible person in that sense, Miriam, and I think you should try the trickster legacy on Tracey's side, really!

It's perfect for you. ”

"Colonel Fraser and I are innocent, and Miss Becky and I are normal friends."

Miriam already has the conditions required by a politician, she faced the ridicule without changing her face, and said in a casual tone:

"I'm also looking forward to seeing my seniors again, but it's not selfish, it's always good to have an extra support force when the Transylasia I manage is in crisis. What's more, aren't we planned? My Lord Governor.

I'm also in charge of tricking my senior into stationing the troops of the Plantagenet Kingdom in the Cato region, well, that sounds like a difficult job.

But I guess I can always find a way to do it.

So, let's move on to today's debrief, and the next one is about the clash between kobold laborers and the Yankee mob in the Dark Barony a few days ago

I have to report to you that more than 30 gangsters with complicated identities have unfortunately died under the rampage of the kobolds.

This is the third such incident this month, and the Northerners apparently fail to understand the Pragmatism of the Translancians who are currently holding on to racial management.

They can't understand that, in the eyes of the managers, hard-working kobold miners are much better than those who always shout that this is not good and that is not good.

The findings of this incident are clear and clear.

It was the mob with a suspected mafia background who tried to plant explosives in the defense line to do something, but was spotted by the patrol kobold overseer.

We rewarded those kobolds with enough candles.

They are satisfied that they have resumed their diligent work, but our labor is severely insufficient under the consumption of many parties, my lord.

We are in dire need of more labor that will not be distressed when they die, and I suppose the kind Marshal Loren will grant our insignificant request. The people of the Plantagenet Kingdom are pretty good, what do you say? Your Excellency the Governor-General. ”

(End of chapter)