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www.feichangwenxue.com *very literary* "Seventh and Eighth Army?"

Varisian's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes searched the map, the Third Army was the local army of the Nords, but the Seventh and Eighth Armies were formed by the Janissaries of the Nords stationed near Kyoto, the Seventh Army was 15,000 people, and the Eighth Army was 13,000 people, although the total strength was not as large as the number of the local Third Army,

But these troops from Kyoto, most of them are composed of fanatical Nord noble soldiers, and their combat effectiveness and equipment are more than one grade stronger than the Third Army, they are the main force of the Nord army, and they are also the elite family members who accompanied the Nord prince this time.

"Isn't this a bit strange when you say this layout? No matter how you look at it, it feels like these three Nord legions are holding each other down!" Just as everyone was pondering, one of the flag commanders snorted indistinctly

"Oh, why do you say that?" Varisian looked up and glanced at the flag leader in surprise, there was more than one person who had the same opinion as him, and everyone thought that the other party's layout was too strange, but they couldn't see through it for a while

"Look, my lord!" Under the gaze of everyone, the flag commander leaned forward, picked up three stones from the grass next to him, first placed one on the map, and said, "This is the current position of the Third Army, and the original position is at the west of the foot of the mountain, which is the key point of guarding the western front, which can be described as the throat of the western front.

But now, they have moved to the northwest of the foot of the mountain at the end of the defensive line without any purpose, allowing themselves to form a corner with their backs to the mountains, which is at least 80 miles away from the area of engagement, and they are completely out of the possibility of engagement!"

He paused in a somewhat proud voice, put the remaining two stones on the map, and continued, "This is the position of the strangely transferred Seventh and Eighth Armies, which deviated from the original garrison area by a full 30 miles, under normal circumstances, the garrison position should be backed by friendly forces, but the current position, its position is obviously facing the Third Army that is about to break!"

"yes, how do you look at it, they all look like a bunch of people rushing to block the gap," another flag commander expressed his opinion, pointing to the two stones on the map, and said, "On the one hand, it is like two gates to lock the Third Army inside, and on the other hand, there are scrambling around, not so much to cooperate, but more like threatening the Third Army behind."

"Hehe, coercion, it really looks like that!"

Another elder flag commander touched his chin full of stubble, nodded with some understanding, and said with a sneer: "You say, if it is really as said, the Nords fight by their own people on the Western Front, then we can relax for a while!

"If that's the case, or maybe it's a good opportunity, but we need more troops and support!" Varisian touched his chin with a solemn expression, stared at the map with a little light, and said to himself, "How can we break through the Western Front in one fell swoop, then the Anrod line is basically exposed to our flank, as long as we bypass, we can easily defeat the Nords!"

"I'm afraid it's very difficult," said one of the banner commanders, "Lord Caesar Solon is stationed in the north of Dorok, and the Western Legion is stationed in the three northern counties, and now except for the Salonite Corps that has been standing still on the border, I really can't see that there are any legions that can draw out excess troops, but the base camp seems to have forgotten about the movements of the Salonian Corps!"

"Your Majesty, there should be other worries!" Varisian sighed, if he didn't have some ideas, it was really fake, he was desperately playing with his life here, but Salonn over there was at ease, such a big battle, he didn't transfer that one-eyed guy, it really didn't fit the style of the previous Majesty Xià battle that would inevitably hit with all his strength...,

He stood up and asked for a pen from the adjutant, quickly wrote down an emergency report, and then handed it to the adjutant and instructed him to "send it to the base camp as quickly as possible"

Then he turned around with a stern expression and said to several flag commanders behind him, "Although at present, the Nords have no intention of launching a major offensive, if we don't make a move, I'm afraid that we will also be suspicious, the third and fourth banner regiments, I order you to move to the north of the Western Front, and by the way, make a tentative attack, I need to know what happened to the Nords on the Western Front!"

In the town where the Falcon Army's base camp is located, a fast horse quickly rushes in through the town gate

"Quick, front-line emergency report!" the herald rolled down from his horse in dust, and handed the emergency report with a bright fire paint in his hand to the adjutant on duty in the hall

"What! Is there a fight on the front line?" The young adjutant immediately stood up and took the battle report, saw the seal representing the regimental level on it, hesitated slightly, interrogated a few words, and immediately quickly turned around and ran up to the second floor, because he ran too quickly, the eyes of the several rows of guards along the road were focused on his hurried body

It was early in the morning, standing in front of the window of the corridor on the second floor in a long water-colored dress, and the autumn highland wind was blowing through this wilderness in the southern part of Paravon.

In the morning mist, the low-hanging grass stems around the town are covered with a layer of white frost, like a huge white velvet blanket, which will be the whole big p> mowing weft weft tip yellow drink C5 wood stalk T T Dou T Dou T >T T

"Her Royal Highness the Princess, the front line is urgent!"

The adjutant interrupted Harodian's hope with a little wheezing, she turned around, her face was a little sad that could not be concealed, and her eyes glanced at the place sealed with red fire paint outside the report in surprise, under normal circumstances, this kind of war report will be opened by the adjutant first, after all, the war report is not necessarily accurate, and sometimes the adjutant's office is also needed to implement the real situation,

"This is the seal of Lord Varisien himself, and it is classified as top secret, so ......" the adjutant gave her a cautious look and explained in a low voice

"Alright, leave it to me!"

Harodian took the battle report, and then pushed open the door behind him, the fat man was discussing something with a group of generals, and when he saw Harodian come in, all the generals stood up, and one of the one-eyed strong men stood up in it, and Harodian knew that this middle-aged man with only one eye was one of the four army commanders, Salon