From the tent where the Prince of Fat Pig was located, there was a vast plain, which was vast on three sides, east and west, and the south, with only the northern part backed by the rolling hills, and in such a section, a huge army was being assembled.

Looking down from the rocky heights at a distance from the ground, one can see a large number of tents lined up on the plain in a mere orderly manner, and heavily armed soldiers patrolling and shuttling in the middle of the mere order, but at the same time, anyone with the slightest military knowledge can see that the construction plans of these camps are faintly repulsive and wary of each other.

This is normal, how can countries that were still estranged in the past put down all their guards in a short period of time and be as friendly as if they were going out on a hike? Even if they have a common enemy and a common goal, the armies of other countries around them are still hidden enemies, but they are not a high priority.

"It's spectacular, it's reassuring to have so many troops together. ”

When you see people talking about people, you talk about ghosts, even if you have nothing to say and create a topic, you have to tout the other party to the point of being fluttering. This is a strategy that Prince Fat Pig has been practicing since he inherited the family, and it is what he does best.

Being tactful is not a smart way to do it, and being clever means that you can't be 'important' on either side, and you can only get enough attention if you take a firm stand.

That's true, but Prince Fat Pig doesn't give a damn. Those who stand firm and succeed can indeed be glorified for a period of time, but those who are beautiful can endure forever. Whether to reign for a moment or to last forever, Prince Fat Pig has made a choice between the two, and considers himself quite successful.

"yes, it does. ”

Liaya reluctantly gave an affirmative answer, but from her frowning brow, it could be seen that things were not so simple, it should have something to do with the 'bad situation' mentioned earlier, Prince Fat Pig guessed.

"Do you know how many troops have gathered on this plain?"

Grandma Liaya's question didn't want to be answered, but moved on.

Prince Fat Pig glanced at the army stationed on the plains and kept up with Liaya.

Of course, the Fat Pig Prince knows, because he was alone in this barracks before the arrival of his own army today, and he was worried every day that no one would have any ill intentions towards his hundred pounds of fat, and even if he couldn't get more detailed details, he still had at least a general understanding of this group of guys who could become enemies at any time.

First of all, the army from the most powerful country, Stuart, 10,000 cavalry, 50,000 infantry, plus 5,000 magic knights, and 20,000 militia of the reserve legion, a total of 80,000 troops, considering the hasty summoning, long-distance warfare across borders, and the strengthening of the defense of Stuart's own border after the situation deteriorated, this is already an eye-popping number.

On the other hand, Liaya's side does not have a large number, and Liaya itself has an overwhelming disadvantage in terms of land area and population resources, so it is very unrealistic to want to form a large-scale army. But don't underestimate Liaya, this country has been able to gain a foothold in the alliance of human nations with its chaotic composition, and it is not by cleverness.

The Fat Pig Prince still remembers the ugly face of Chief Magician Steat after seeing Liayana's total of 2,000 magician troops.

You must know that it is an authentic magician from the Star Clock Tower, not a magic knight with simple magic abilities, although the magic knight has the word magic in his name, but in fact it is only equipped with some equipment with magic effects, or because he needs to learn the magic that can be used on the battlefield, it is a little unqualified to say that the mage of the cut version.

It may be difficult for those who are not familiar with magic to imagine what a terrifying force two thousand magicians are, but Prince Fat Pig, who has seen too much terrible magic, knows that in the face of powerful enough magic, whether it is armor and swords, or stratagem and strategy, it is too pale.

Compared with these two countries, the troops of other countries are somewhat insufficient, and most of them have symbolically withdrawn 10,000 or 20,000 militias, or have not done anything at all.

Needless to say, the militia is just a slightly trained farmer, and its combat effectiveness cannot be compared with that of regular soldiers.

And those countries that do not have any representation...... It's better not to expect it's better, those guys are either planning to watch the fire from the other side or have other ideas.

With these guys in comparison, Prince Fat Pig, who was originally a little worried about whether he would contribute too little, was instantly relieved. This time, the troops sent by Heberis were 30,000 troops from the Central Army directly under the royal family, and 20,000 private soldiers from the southern nobles.

This is already the maximum combat power that Heberis can draw up, or the maximum combat power that Prince Fat Pig can use.

Although the civil strife has long since ended, and the immediate damage is slowly recovering, the aftermath is not so easy to solve. The civil strife basically led to a re-division of Heberis's sphere of power, and the division of the aristocracy was even more severe. Even if the Prince of Fat Pig has concentrated a lot of power by various means during this time, there are still more than half of the border nobles who maintain a wait-and-see attitude, they are waiting to see if the Prince of Fat Pig can succeed, or waiting for this piece of fat in the real sense to show fatigue.

Speaking of this, Prince Fat Pig suddenly remembered Sophia, the awe-inspiring princess, and the country behind her. After losing the most ideal king, what choice will the Far North, ruled by Sophia's immature brother, make in this war?

"How is Khiva doing?

Liaya's footsteps paused slightly, and she didn't stop, but said in a flat tone.

"I'll talk about it when I see the others. ”

This kind of rhetoric gave the prince of Fat Pig a bad premonition, and I am afraid that the arrogant little prince did not make the choice he expected, and only hoped that the situation had not fallen to the worst.

The most conspicuous camp tent on the high platform is incomparable to other camp tents, and the garrison is also the tightest in the entire barracks, and it is the command center of this barracks.

The guards at the door saluted and made way for the two men, and after passing through the door that was barely secretive, they saw Alexandra II sitting at a simple desk.

Alexandra II frowned and looked at the letter in his hand, even when he saw the two entering, his face did not ease.