This is a very heavy topic, because the Demon Coalition has already failed twice in this land, and if it fails the third time...... Not only will the name of the Demon Alliance be swept away by the common people, but I am afraid that everyone in the coalition army, from the marshal to the small soldiers, will not have a good time.

It is about the prestige of the million-strong coalition army, and it is about the face of the entire alliance, and Major General Sveis is just the deputy chief of the coalition intelligence department, a small major general, when will it be his turn to speak.

The venue fell silent again.

"Let's talk about it," Verlaine shifted his body and asked his large number of generals, "who is the right one?"

Each general was watching his feet, trying not to let his eyes meet the "beloved" marshal.

No one answered, and Marshal Verlaine began to roll out names.

"What do you mean, Chief of the General Staff?"

"Yes, marshal, I was about to speak," the General Staff officer coughed dryly and stood up: "My opinion is that it is possible to draw an experienced commander from one of the regiments at the front?"

"Drawn from the front line?" Verlaine frowned: "One of the five war zones has collapsed, will there be suitable candidates among the remaining four war zones?"

"Yes, Marshal. The General Staff officer said: "The deputy commander of the 1st theater of operations is good, and the commander of the 15th Army Corps under him, both of whom have very good command skills. ”

"Well—let me think about it," Verlaine's toes kept tapping the floor, "do we have any other options?"

"Yes, Marshal!" Another general stood up: "I recommend the commander of the Second Army Corps of the Third War Zone, he performed quite well in this battle, and he defeated the two legions of the Divine Alliance Army in just one morning!"

"As a result, they were surrounded. The general staff officer next to him chuckled: "Run faster than a rabbit!"

"Your Excellency. That's one legion against four legions! Doesn't that explain his ability?" The admiral looked at the general staff officer, and his eyes were about to burst into flames: "It's better than what you recommend, right?"

"What's wrong with the commander I recommended?" the General Staff Officer smiled again and said proudly: "As far as the entire coalition army is concerned, these two commanders are very famous!"

"Yes, they are indeed very famous," the admiral sat down with a sneer, and added: "It's just that it's not a war, it's an affair with the female relatives of his subordinates!"

"You!"

"How?"

"Shut up!" scolded Verlaine, "you are all dazed, two stupid pigs!"

Sveis sighed secretly - at the headquarters of the coalition forces. The conflict between these two generals is not a day or two, I heard that they had a disagreement in the last war.

One is the General Staff Officer with the rank of General, who is in charge of all the operational plans of the coalition forces. And the other is the deputy commander of the military department, who also has the rank of general, second only to Marshal Verlaine.

Even Marshal Verlaine said that these two guys made him break his head.

In fact, Sveis knew that the two men were fighting for the position of commander-in-chief of the next big war. Marshal Verlaine is old, and it will be impossible to hold the position of supreme commander in the next war, and whoever wins will get the position of commander-in-chief of the demon coalition and be awarded the highest military rank of marshal - think of this. He couldn't help but shake his head.

"Major General Swees," Verlaine noticed his small movement, "what do you think?"

"Me?"

"That's you. Verlaine nodded: "Say it!"

"Yes, sir. Sveis thought for a moment: "I don't think the commanders at the front are suitable. ”

"Oh, you're saying all the commanders aren't suitable?"

"Yes, sir!," Sveth said calmly, "I think so. ”

"It's interesting, tell me your reasoning. ”

"There is no doubt that we are fighting very well on the boundary between gods and demons," Sveis said, "In the three months since the start of the war, although there have been occasional mistakes, our other four theaters have almost reached their operational objectives, and the 900,000 troops of the Divine Alliance will not be able to support it for long. For a corps-level commander, his entire set of operational intentions is implemented step by step, and at this time, the transfer of a corps-level commander from the front line will interrupt the implementation of the combat plan and cause damage to the battle situation on the front line. Camp is already messed up, and we can't let other places mess up anymore. ”

"Makes sense, continued. ”

"The enemies that have appeared in the Camp Empire are different from the Divine Alliances we have encountered before. To us, he is quite unfamiliar, with strange whereabouts and changeable tactics. Svis's voice echoed in the hall, striking at the hearts of every general: "On the other hand, what about our battle on the dividing line between gods and demons? It was a battle for an inch of land, a frontal battle between a legion and a legion...... These are two completely different types of fighting. So I don't think our front-line commanders are fit for this position. ”

"It's really not a good fit. Verlaine stood up and paced slowly around the conference table, "You've been to Camp twice, and in your opinion, what kind of commander will be needed to defeat them?"

Sveis replied, "Sir, we have two choices, one is the hunter and the other is the farmer. ”

The General Staff Officer was taken aback: "Hunter?"

The admiral was dumbfounded: "Farmer?"

"Yes, sir, think," said Svis, "our enemies are so cunning, and we must deal with cunning enemies......"

"Then you should send a more cunning commander!" the general staff officer was quite satisfied with his mind: "I see! is this what you call a hunter?"

"Yes, but there's a problem here. Sveis nodded and said, "We don't know how cunning the enemy is...... If the hunter sent is not good enough, it is very likely that the prey will be bitten back! ”

"So, what is a farmer?" the admiral asked.

"The so-called farmer is a commander with an unusually calm personality. Speaking of this, Sveis smiled slightly: "For a cunning prey, he is not most afraid of a shrewd hunter, because he can fight with the hunter, and the hunter can't outrun him." He should be most afraid of an honest farmer. Because no matter what tricks he uses. Honest farmers will not be fooled. will still do his own thing wholeheartedly and not give him a chance to fight at all...... Until all the hiding places of the prey are destroyed by the farmer, and he runs out and fights the farmer to the death! As long as the farmer is strong enough, the prey will die!"

"But won't this prey run away?" asked the chief of staff, "how is it possible for the farmer to catch up with him?"

"Sir, you should notice that they've been in Camp for more than three months. After causing chaos, they neither attack nor retreat. Sveys said, "What does that mean? It means that they have another mission! It's that mission that holds them here." As long as this mission lasts for a day, they will stay. ”

"At this time, our other four theaters are winning one after another, and in two and a half months at most, we can defeat all the divine alliance forces on the demarcation line of gods and demons and kill them on the territory of the demarcation line of the demarcation of gods and demons!" Swees pointed to the huge map on the wall and said, "I think the real mission of this army is to surprise our rear and transportation lines at this time! Because once we cross the demarcation line between gods and demons, the transportation lines behind us will be very long and fragile, and attacking the fragile transportation lines is what they are best at!"

Marshal Verlaine and a group of senior generals looked at the map and did not speak, but everyone was savoring the words of Major General Sweiss - it was a matter of victory or defeat of the army. Who wouldn't dare not take it to heart?

Marshal Verlaine walked over to the map and stood still, looking at it. The muscles on my face twitched constantly...... He was thinking, and his generals knew that once he had matured his thinking, a long list of orders would be issued, and if no one could answer at this point...... There were a few petty officers with leather whips at the door of the conference room.

Verlaine turned around sharply: "Where is our reserve legion!"

"Report to the sir," the general in charge of this matter immediately replied, "The three legions, with a total of 200,000 people, are all on standby on the front line of the Maple Forest Deer Farm in the territory of the Trafa Empire!"

"General Staff, immediately start throwing them into the main battlefield," Verlaine said, "Speed up, I want you to make sure that you defeat the main force of the Divine Alliance within two months!"

"Yes!"

"How many adult slaves have we captured on the front?" Verlaine continued, "how many can be used as slave soldiers?"

"Report to the sir," a general immediately stood up, "there are 150,000 people who meet the standard of slave soldiers!"

"How many troops are available in the Fifth War Zone?"

"Except for what is necessary for defense," replied the General Staff, "and eighty thousand." ”

"Change!" said Verlaine, "put these 80,000 men into the reserve army and go to the front to wash away the shame!"

"Yes!" said the Chief of the General Staff, "but the enemy opposite the Fifth Theater of Operations?"

"The garrison is not allowed to move!" said the marshal, "although it is said that there is only a Ninth Army on the opposite side, it may be a trap!

When we're done with camp, we'll have time to deal with this legion!"

"Yes!"

"The reserve army will send 80,000 men to the Fifth War Zone, plus 100,000 slave soldiers, and sweep the entire territory of Kamp back and forth like a plough!" Verlain said with a cold face: "The remaining 50,000 slave soldiers are firmly guarding the border of Kamp, and they can't let go of a single enemy! I don't believe it, more than 200,000 people can't win yet!"

"Yes!"

"As for the commander of the fifth theater, I already have a candidate in mind, and I will appoint it later!"

"Yes!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I can conclude that we have won the battle on the dividing line between gods and demons!"

Finally, Verlaine said: "And this battle on the territory of Camp ...... Honestly, I'm not worried about what else this enemy can do, I can give him camp and let him fight!

In the current war situation, he can no longer pose any threat to our main front!"

"Sir, wise!"

"That being the case, you should remember...... For the sake of honor, we must defeat them! We must defeat them cleanly and thoroughly!"

"Yes!"

"This is no longer a battle fought simply for the sake of the battle situation, the monarchs are fighting for the glory of the entire Demon Alliance! I hope that the monarchs will put the overall situation first and the supreme honor of the Demon Alliance, and fight this battle well!" Verlaine held his head high, and the sunlight outside the window shone on his gray beard: "It's done, I'll personally go to the Dark Demon Lord to ask for credit for you! If you don't fight well, I'm afraid you'll have to suffer from flesh and skin and worry about your life!"

"Yes!"

"Adjournment!"

Everyone stood solemnly and shouted in unison: "With all my life, serve the Dark Demon King!"

Marshal Verlaine led the way out. A large number of generals followed behind. In the twinkling of an eye. Only Sveis was left in the huge conference room. Major General Hepburn was alone.

"I didn't expect that the idiots of the Divine Alliance would also have an enlightened day, and they would quietly produce such a powerful commander. It's cunning......" Swees. Major General Hepburn tilted his head slightly, looked at the huge map on the wall, and muttered to himself, "I really want to meet this guy...... But the marshal is very serious this time, and he may not have a chance. ”

"Your Excellency," said a small officer, "the meeting is over, won't you leave?"

"Ahh

"Thank you for the reminder!" said Svees, smiling casually. He also patted the officer on the shoulder: "I have to go home." ”

He immediately realized that there was trouble, because the officer was completely frozen......

As he walked out of the door, a loud bang echoed through the conference room, sounding like a medium-sized object over eighty kilograms had fallen to the floor.

"Whew!" Cast the shapeshifting phantom and instantly ran to the corner of Svis. Major General Hepburn let out a sigh of relief, patted his chest with his hand and said, "I'm afraid." ”

Two days later, Sves. Major General Hepburn received an order that Marshal Verlaine should go to the canal docks to pick up a nobleman, an elderly nobleman.

"This fellow is an old stubborn," Verlaine said to him, "and tell him what is happening in the Camp Empire." ”

Because it was an order of the marshal. Rear Admiral Sveys had to nod obediently and go to the docks to make a cameo appearance to receive the waiter—he was a little upset. Of course, he was a third-class duke, and he would still do such a thing.

The Brook Empire is located in the middle of the Demon Alliance, with convenient water and land transportation, and is the most important hub of the Demon Alliance from both a commercial and military point of view, and its position is irreplaceable.

The capital of the Brook Empire, Fortsburgh is known as the "capital of all the countries of the Demon Alliance", and its prosperity is not comparable to other cities.

Merchants were busy with trade, and if the nobility of Foxburgh had recently invented a new dance move, the nobles of other countries would have mastered it in a month at most.

Major General Sveys's carriage drove along the side of the canal to the wharf, which had been dug more than 200 years ago, and it took 10 years of 400,000 hard labor, but not many people remember it now.

Sveys lifted the curtain on the door and admired the canal along the way, with its breezes, weeping willows, and clean moonlight at night, a place he loved to stay – before he was ten years old.

It was almost time to reach the docks, and the carriage gradually slowed down, and the golden royal family logo shone on the black carriage, which was very eye-catching.

"Young Master, we've arrived. The servant who was driving the car turned around and whispered through a small window, "Do you want to get out of the car now?"

"Wait!" Sveys looked out carefully, there were a lot of people on the docks, and it was not appropriate to go out now.

"Tell the guards to go to the docks. Sveys instructed his servants: "Let me know when the ship from Sheden arrives." ”

"Yes, young master. ”

Sveys sat in the carriage and fiddled with his fingers, in fact he was getting less and less accustomed to being in public, and those dirty eyes that looked like substance would poke him to the ground.

After waiting for about half an hour, a large ship from Xie Deng slowly docked.

"Ready!" Sveis knocked on the carriage, "Get off." ”

Dozens of guards walked up to the carriage, all of them extremely sturdy barbarian fighters, who separated themselves with their bodies a passage from the carriage door to the entrance to the docks—without which their masters would not dare to get out of the carriage.

As soon as one of Sves's feet touched the ground, a scream rang out through the docks.

"Ahh Duke Hepburn - I love you!"

Like a spark that ignites a fire, this scream has just passed, and a lot of screams are resounding!

"It's Sves. Duke Hepburn—"

"Svees—smile at me!"

"Woo - I finally saw Audrey. Hepburn—"

The entire dock was crowded in this direction, regardless of men and women, until the human wall composed of dozens of barbarian guards was smashed to pieces. It was all up to the other guards next to him to whip the leather whip in their hands, so that the situation could be stabilized dangerously......

Sveis finally made it to the dock, but he was already sweating and panting.

"It's embarrassing. He smiled bitterly and tidied up the military uniform that had been grabbed by countless hands: "Every time I do this, I won't feel tired." ”

As he was whispering, a man with a strong body had approached him, followed by a major.

"Sves. Duke Hepburn?" The man who came was about fifty years old, with a full beard: "I am Viscount Gironde of Sunset Plains." ”

"Is Your Excellency the Viscount Girondin?" Sveis nodded politely: "I am Svis, entrusted by Marshal Verlaine to pick up Your Excellency." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency Duke!" Gironde made a standard gentlemanly salute, "I wish I could see Marshal Verlaine sooner." ”

"Okay, this way, please. ”

On the way back to the military headquarters, Sveis gave Gironde, who was sitting next to him, a detailed account of what had happened in Kamp. On the one hand, it was the marshal's order, and on the other hand, he had a good impression of the old nobleman.

First of all, this gentleman's eyes are quite simple, and when he looks at him, he is purely a kind elder, which makes Sves, who has been "abused" by strange eyes, feel very kind, and he values this very much.

Viscount Gironde had bronzed skin, a bold voice, and a scent of mud and grass – especially a wild orchid scent that was not comparable to the perfumes that had been popular in the market lately.

"Viscount Girondin," Sveis asked, "what is your position in Sunset Plain?"

"Your Excellency," replied Gironde, "I do not hold any office, but I have a fief, and in my spare time I grow flowers and grass......

"Really, Your Excellency doesn't hold any position?" said Sweez, astonished.

His expression flickered at Gironde, and of course, Viscount Girondin, who was over fifty years old, would not know the effect of his words.

Because his words directly led to the second of the ten major landscapes of the Demon Alliance-Svis. Hepburn's question!

What countless nobles dreamed of, even rarer than the ancient magic weapons, if there is a sale...... The black market price is at least 100,000 gold coins or more!

"Your Excellency, you don't know, your expression just now ......" It took a long time for the viscount to come back to his senses, shake his head and sigh: "It's much cuter than my granddaughter......"

"Uh......" Svis. Hepburn felt as if he had been slapped with a stick, and he was at a loss.

"My granddaughter, it's nerve-wracking," said Gironde, who did not covet his "beauty," continued, "and if I had the chance, I would have brought her to the Duke, and asked your Excellency to teach her some rules, for she was too crazy to look like a girl." ”

"It's okay," Hearing Gironde say this, Duke Sveys couldn't help but be "heartbroken": "If I have the chance, I will definitely help." ”

"Please, Your Excellency, she doesn't know what she learned from a few mentors, and she gives herself strange nicknames all day long, or she fights with those bad boys......"

In the midst of the chatter, the carriage had already arrived at the military headquarters.

Sveis led Gironde to the door of the marshal's room, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

"Your Excellency," said Svis, "Viscount Gironde has arrived." ”

"Please come in. ”

Sveys opened the door, and Gironde strode inside.

"Hah!Verlaine!" said Girond, "you stinking shit! Come and let me hug me!"

Stinky shit! He actually called the marshal stinky shit!

Sweets. Major General Hepburn was so frightened that he immediately closed the door...... (To be continued......)