Hearing this name, Zhang Ang's heartstrings trembled. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The first question appeared in Zhang Ang's mind, he had thought of countless possibilities for this war, whether it was Italy or a multinational coalition, and even the Holy See himself had thought about forming an alliance, but he didn't expect it to be France.

Although he has been fleeing France for a long time, he also pays more attention to the intelligence on the French side on weekdays. Yes, in these years, His Majesty Napoleon has worked hard to recuperate, and France has slowly regained its pre-war prosperity, and even the French yellow stewed chicken has quadrupled compared with earlier years, and it does have the strength to fight with other countries.

But the other countries here do not include Germany! For no other reason, as analyzed by those people above, the military strength of the two countries is actually about the same, and the only thing that is so different that it is almost crushed is the number of martial saints in the two countries! Although Germany is decaying, on the surface there are enough five martial saint-level powerhouses! And they are all the kind that obey the orders of the empire and are willing to fight! And this force is something that France cannot resist under any circumstances!

In the case that the two armies are about the same, or even slightly inferior, the number of Martial Saint-level powerhouses will directly affect the tilt of the balance of war!

A Martial Saint-level powerhouse is different from other martial arts powerhouses, even if you are the pinnacle of Martial Dao Venerable, only one step away from the Holy Rank, but as long as you can't fly, then you can be piled to death!

But the Martial Saint level is different! Flying high above the Nine Heavens, neither the longbow nor the crossbow can reach it, and in their powerful attack, it is a one-sided beating! Even if it is just throwing stones from the sky, dozens of catties, or even hundreds of catties of boulders falling from the sky, it is not something that human beings can stop at all!

No matter how well your commander's position is hidden and decapitated without being discovered, a one-sided attack on the soldiers is a huge psychological blow, and it can often torture an army to the ground in a few days.

This is also the fundamental reason why countries, large and small, more or less, have to do everything possible to recruit a martial saint-level powerhouse as a martial saint to protect the country!

Only the Martial Saint can deal with the Martial Saint!

If there is no Martial Saint in your country, then any Martial Saint can fly into your palace and take off the head of the king of your country!

But listening to the man's introduction foaming at the mouth, it doesn't seem to be a fake. Zhang Ang also had to admit that what he said was very likely to be true, and the people who fought against the German army in Austria were indeed French, the French Revolutionary Army!

Could it be that d'Artagnan has broken through? With his talent and hard work, coupled with the inclination of the empire's resources, it is not difficult to accept breaking through to the Martial Saint level, but even if he adds the Gray Mist Martial Saint next to the emperor, there are only two, and whether it is the newly promoted D'Artagnan or the mysterious Gray Mist Martial Saint, it is not not strong, that is the Gray Mist Martial Saint was even smashed away by a hammer at the beginning. These two people would not be the opponents of the German Martial Saints who had accumulated years of Martial Saints, let alone the powerful Dragon Slayer Martial Saints of the Siegfried family. Even the extremely powerful Lord Roland is willing to participate in the war, and against him, it is just a draw.

Zhang Ang's brows were tightly locked, and countless thoughts were in his mind.

Is it because of "The Miracle of the Wedding Dress"? This is the only possibility.

Yes, when he left France, because he took advantage of Miss Sophie's box of martial arts cheats, he was a little reluctant to go, so he changed the name of "Wedding Dress Divine Skill": Exploration of Advanced Cultivation Methods of Internal Force: Series and Parallel Chapter" to her.

It's just that the meridian system is the foundation of oriental martial arts, in order to keep it secret, Zhang Ang deliberately took the time to delete the parts of the secret book about the twelve canons and the eight veins of the strange meridians, and most of them were replaced by the vascular system of the human body!

Could it be that I can still practice the martial art of blood vessels? It seems that my experience when I participated in the creation of martial arts at the Michelin Academy still came in handy.

I just don't know how far their strength has become.

"Alas. Zhang Ang sighed and stopped thinking endlessly. After all, you can't think of it just by thinking about it, anyway, you will reach the front line in a few days, and then you will have to observe on the spot and analyze it carefully.

Continuing along the main road, there were more and more troops on this road, and the large baggage carts loaded with grain and grass were endless, and from time to time you could see the heralds who were holding flags and galloping past everyone. A tense atmosphere of imminent war.

When there are more teams, this huddle begins.

Of course, the regular army is assembled according to the various affiliations. The city defense army is also an independent system, and whether to merge or not is completely determined by the relationship between the various city lords. The most chaotic thing is the ranks of the nobles, large and small.

These teams vary in size, from dozens to thousands. The strength is also strong and weak, although some only have a few dozen horsemen, but all of them are well-equipped and powerful, and at first glance they are elite soldiers, ready to make contributions on the battlefield. Although there are several hundred people, their equipment is tattered, their weapons are varied, and it is not uncommon for them to bring their weapons with farm tools, and all of them are yellow and thin-skinned, and the night of the team is depressed.

For example, Zhang Ang's team, although it is better than those who make up the number, the number of people is enough, and the mental outlook is good, but this scattered and chaotic equipment level still makes most people shake their heads and despise it.

In their eyes, it is just a country nobleman who doesn't know the height of the sky, and he takes all the serfs and wants to make a contribution in this war, which is simply ridiculous and generous.

Most of them were of course secretly laughing in private, but there were still people who couldn't help but slap their horses forward, took the whip, pointed at the leading "Viscount Anthony", and mocked: "You, yes, it's you, fat pig, with such a big gang of rabble, what are you going to do?

As a veteran drama actor, there are still some acting sites for the big fat man: "I am Viscount Anthony! Lord of the West Yerton Manor in Yelisho! In this national war, I will lead my soldiers to fight for my German Empire!

"Soldiers, you call them soldiers, ha, ha, ha, ha,......" The young man in iron armor leaned back and laughed on his horse: "Just a few mud legs, tied with an iron piece, and holding a pitchfork, can you be called a soldier?"

His whip almost hit the big fat man's face: "Do you think that if you bring more people, you will be able to become a general? I will tell you that I have seen a lot of hillbillies like you, and I advise you to go back to farming early." War is not as simple as you think! When you go to the battlefield, you are cannon fodder! If you really fight, you will die as soon as possible!"

The big fat man obviously fell into the atmosphere, and his acting skills began to soar, only to see his face flushed, a pair of small eyes bulging, trembling lips, and said stiffly: "Labor and management are not afraid! Our Antonine family has been loyal for generations, and has made countless military exploits for Germany to get today's status! I cannot fall into the majesty of my ancestors! I want to inherit the will of my ancestors! I will make immortal achievements on the battlefield! If you are afraid of death and war, go back by yourself, I am a German nobleman, and I must fight for him to the end!" ”

"You!" the knight's whip hand trembled a little: "I can't make sense with you fat pig!

With that, he waved the whip and slapped the horse away, leaving behind a speechless crowd.

(To be continued.) )