December 1.

In late autumn and early winter, the sky was overcast, the cold wind drilled into the iron armor along the cracks, and soldiers rubbing their hands and stomping their feet could be seen everywhere on both sides of the camp.

King Nacini rode by, knowing that it was time to wait. If it drags on any longer, it only takes one snow to freeze the road behind, and even if the weather is sunny and the snow melts, the muddy road will greatly reduce the capacity of the logistics fleet.

"Have you finished counting the grain and grass reserves in the army?" asked King Nacini, who was accompanied by the commander-in-chief of the front, Katroman, and several civil and military officials, and the group rode out of the camp and skirted the city of Severa to the south. Today, they are going to conduct their last pre-war survey.

Two squads of "Hibiscus" knights spread out in formation to both sides, and martial law was in the shape of wings. However, they don't need to be so attentive, on the night of Severa's attack, the Lion King has already shown the strength of the legendary realm, although it is slightly inferior to Carter Roman, but it is far beyond the average high-ranking warrior.

"According to the current supply system, the food and grass in the army can barely be supplied for seven days, and if the materials urgently transported during this period are included, it can be extended to ten days. An official from the Ministry of Finance replied quickly.

"What if we make every effort to ensure that the soldiers can be fed?" asked King Nacini in a deep voice, of course he knew that the so-called "current supply system" was only two meals a day, one dry and one thin, and the soldiers at the bottom could not fill their stomachs at all.

"Return to the king for seven days at most. The official made a little calculation and came up with the answer. He came from the Ministry of Finance and is particularly good at mental arithmetic.

"Leave four days' rations and send the rest of the grain and grass to the Western Route Army, which should be enough for them to withstand for a while," said King Nacini resolutely, "and in addition. Send a letter to Ebert that the Torm mercenaries must be driven back to their hometown before the first snow falls. ”

"Yes......" Seeing that Cartromans also nodded in agreement, the two officers turned their horses and ran towards the camp. The king and the commander-in-chief of the front line gave orders at the same time, and there was no room for negotiation.

"Are you worried? What will we eat after four days?" Seeing that the accompanying officials were worried, King Nacini raised his whip and pointed at the city of Severa, and said with a proud smile, "The grain and grass in the city are enough for our army to consume for half a year, so why be afraid?"

The officials only promised, but in their hearts they did not think so. The city of Severa has thick walls and a wide range of soldiers. It can be captured in a short time. Even if the Central Route Army storms at any cost, it will take at least half a month.

What's more, the Guangming New Army launched a position on the other side of the river, clearly aiming for a decisive battle with the Southern Expeditionary Army. After the battle between the two armies, exhausted, the enemy could take advantage of the situation to retreat into the city to rest and recuperate, but what about the southern expeditionary army? braved the severe cold to attack the city, and there was no food left in the camp. There is no logistics to spare, so it has to be soldiers. Fighting hungry?

"Your Majesty, do you want to hide the news that there is no food in the army?" Sunia asked, with a roll of his eyes. The civilian and military generals next to him looked sideways and secretly laughed at him for being stupid, this kind of news was not hidden from the soldiers. What to do if it causes a riot.

"Spread the news as much as you can, and tell the soldiers that if they can't take the city of Severa, they will have to bury their bones elsewhere. King Nacini pondered for a moment, and then ordered, "In addition, order the Judge Advocate General's Office to inspect the whole army, and anyone who incites panic will be punished according to the military law, so as to stabilize the morale of the army." ”

In order to spread the news and stabilize the morale of the army, his two contradictory edicts made the officials look at each other, not knowing whether to accept or reject. On the contrary, Sunia did not hesitate to bow down to the order, and immediately turned his horse back to the camp to arrange the matter.

King Nacini smiled slightly, and explained, "In three days, our army will have a decisive battle with the enemy, and even if there is a slight disturbance, it will not affect the overall situation, and as long as the battle is successful, such a trivial matter is not enough." ”

The officials all nodded yes, but this qiē was based on the "success of the first war", if the first battle failed, how should King Nacini clean up the defeat?

"Rank the family, and watch with me. "King Nacini marched forward, his blonde hair flowing and heroic. He stood on the banks of the Ma River, once again looking at the enemy formation, his lips pursed.

In this battle, victory is not allowed to lose.

Ciudad de Severa, Grand Ducal Palace.

Grand Duke Ian leaned on the soft bed of Yunjin in the warm pavilion, his eyes glazed over, not knowing what he was thinking. During this time, the Grand Duke of the Wall once again experienced a painful choice. Not long ago, Innedir turned the tide of the war in one fell swoop, which made his heart tremble, for fear that his secret defection to Snowton would be exposed, and then he would be burned at the stake, ending this tragic life.

Between concealment and surrender, Grand Duke Ian wavered, and repeatedly summoned Viscount Reims to ask which side was more likely to win. Fortunately, Viscount Reims was a determined man, and he was advised not to change his mind. Slowly, His Royal Highness the Grand Duke also stopped, and he simply left all the affairs to Lance to take care of, while he stayed in the Grand Duke's Mansion honestly, concentrating on two things.

One is to spend all day drinking, and the other is to befriend Miss Emery.

After all, in the few days when he was hiding in the city of Severa, King Nacini's love for the girl was fully revealed, and maybe one day this girl would ascend to the sky, and Grand Duke Ian naturally had to prepare early.

He casually drank a glass of fruit wine and burped comfortably. This warm pavilion is built on the water, and you can see the clear water and clear waves from the window. Wait until the snow falls in winter, drink and enjoy the snow here, and the copper lattice under your feet is built into the charcoal, which is warm and melting, and has a unique taste.

"It's a good wine, and I'll send Miss Amely two bottles, and I'll let her try it." Grand Duke Ian put down his glass and commanded casually. The thin steward standing at the door bowed and turned away.

It didn't take long for the door of the pavilion to be pushed open again, and with the sonorous sound of armor pieces colliding, Viscount Lance, dressed in military uniform, walked in, took off his helmet, and wanted to salute.

"Excuse me, excuse me," said Grand Duke Ian, who sat up and greeted him courteously, "Come and drink a glass of wine to get rid of the cold." ”

Thanks to that bloody battle, Lance is now the commander of the entire city defense of Severa, a high and powerful position, and at the same time, he is also the most trusted and trusted minister of Archduke Ian.

"Yes, Your Highness. Viscount Reims unsheathed his sword and sat down respectfully.

His watch made Grand Duke Ian very satisfied, he waved his hand back from the waiter, personally poured a glass of wine for him, and asked in a low voice, "Over there, is there any news?"

"In three days," replied Lance, leaning over and whispering, "when the time comes, I will send troops to protect the Grand Duke's Palace, and Your Highness will only have to wait for good news in the palace." ”

"What do you think we have a chance of winning, Lance?" asked Archduke Ian, holding his hand.

"Your Highness, rest assured," Lance said with a firm gaze and a deep and powerful voice, "I will do my best." ”

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Today's second update.) ）