As the commander of the Imperial Guards Division, Count Gerry Kermi officially took over the defenses of the entire central plains a week ago.

He has always been a die-hard supporter of the eldest prince Pitzman. He works hard in front of and behind the horse, and is highly trusted.

And he lived up to Pitzman's trust, leading the Imperial Guards Division to withstand the pressure of previous successive defeats and stabilize the defense line on the central plains.

Gerry Kermi's strategy is simple: drag.

Because in terms of food and grass supplies, no force can compete with the eldest prince Pitzman, and he has long seen through the current situation of the second prince Reitz who is strong on the outside and weak on the inside.

Even with the support of Marshal Teodoro and the assistance of several famous Norman generals, if there is no food, grass, and supplies, it is still a castle in the air that may collapse at any time.

Therefore, at this time, Gerry Cormy can be said to have a guaranteed victory. As long as he can withstand the pressure of these few days, the situation on the battlefield will be reversed.

And he does have the confidence.

You must know that the Imperial Guards Division that defends the imperial capital of St. Lawrence is the absolute elite of the Norman army. Only the best among the major legions will become the Imperial Guards Division after selection.

One member.

Gerry Kermi can responsibly say that even when faced with Odin's cavalry across the continent, the Imperial Guards Division is definitely capable of fighting.

It was with such sufficient confidence that Gerry Kermi could sleep peacefully in the tent at this time.

only……

As if in an instant, a pot suddenly exploded in the military camp.

Noises, noises, shouts of death...

When Gerry Cormi stood up, he could vaguely see the bright light in the military camp, even though he was separated by a layer of tents.

"Legion Commander! Legion Commander!"

The adjutant had no time to report, so he rushed into the camp in a hurry.

"What's wrong?"

Gerry Cormy frowned slightly.

"Fire! Fire everywhere!"

"Huo? He's the cook accompanying the army..."

Before Gerry Kermi could finish speaking, the adjutant interrupted him breathlessly: "It's the Second Prince's army! They took advantage of the night to launch a sneak attack on us!"

"What?!"

Gerry Cormi stood up suddenly, grabbed the sword he had put aside, and opened the tent.

The area outside the camp had turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the soldiers' shouts of killing resounded through the night sky. The troops under the command of the second prince Reitz were rushing in around the damaged camp, slaughtering the Guards soldiers who were still sleeping.

"Damn it! As a noble, Rez actually used such despicable and despicable methods!"

Gerry Cormy roared angrily.

However, angry roars cannot change the current situation.

The soldiers of the Imperial Guard Division could only pick up their weapons in a hurry to resist these menacing enemies.

The dark night illuminated by the blazing fire, the clash of swords and the angry roar scared away the night owls on the treetops. Tonight in the central plains, there is destined to be only one winner.

…

One week later.

Imperial City, St. Lawrence.

St. Lawrence, shrouded in darkness, actually looks no different from ordinary small towns on the mainland.

The vast imperial palace and the towering Mage Tower that stands in Xicheng District are both shrouded in the seemingly endless darkness. Only a vague outline can be seen under the mottled moonlight.

The entire city was extremely quiet, and only when a patrol holding a torch passed by, could there be a burst of scattered footsteps.

The Lion Manor is located in the northwest corner of the imperial capital, St. Lawrence. Since it was also late at night, only the mottled figures and dim candlelight could be seen on the streets near the Lion Manor.

This is a place where nobles socialize and gather.

Magic street lamps are something that only the Principality of Idar has, but the nobles living in the imperial capital of Saint Lawrence used pure gold candlesticks and countless candles to decorate the manor with bright lights.

Many pieces of rare leather were sewn into large carpets and laid on the finely carved floor.

The stained glass windows around the walls are painted with emblems and patterns symbolizing the royal family, which look even more noble and respectable in the flickering candlelight.

At this moment, a grand dinner was being held in the Lion Manor. Countless servants were running around the manor, serving the noble master who was laughing heartily, as well as the dignified noble ladies.

The bulky aristocratic men held their wine glasses high and exchanged stories about each other's extravagant lives. There were even lustful men who got together from time to time and reached a verbal agreement to talk in bed all night long.

"Those Odin men... although they all look fierce, they are actually fierce in appearance. I killed several ferocious-looking Odin men one after another, and the rest were afraid and did not dare to act rashly.

!”

At the banquet, a middle-aged noble boasted proudly.

"Count Cornet, tell us quickly, what do those Odin people look like?"

Beside the middle-aged noble, a group of noble ladies opened their eyes curiously, and were particularly interested in Count Cornet's story.

For these noble ladies who have never left the imperial capital of Saint Lawrence, the ferocity of the Odins is just a concept that stays on paper.

They had heard about the changes that took place in the northern Xinjiang, and also heard about the Odin people's treatment of the nobles, but... they had only heard about it.

And now, Count Cornet, a nobleman from the eastern part of the empire, has moved to the imperial capital of St. Lawrence, bringing these innocent girls living in the noble manors adventure stories that make them feel climaxed one after another.

In the story of Count Cornet, this middle-aged nobleman with a handsome face once fought bravely with the Odin people and wandered between life and death countless times.

Although his weathered face has long shown the wrinkles left by the years, he still attracts the attention of these noble ladies with his stories.

"Let me tell you, among the armies of the Odin Empire, the strongest is the astonishing Odin Cavalry!"

Count Cornet cleared his throat and spoke with great emotion: "Those Odin cavalry are all riding tall and powerful Northland war horses, wearing short animal skin jackets, and holding huge axes. They only need to fight hard for a moment."

If you wave it, you can separate the heads of ordinary people!"

"Then have you ever had a duel with Odin's cavalry?" a noble lady asked with admiration.

"Of course!" Count Cornet said sternly: "Even I can only fight one against three. If there were a few more Odin cavalry, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to stand here today. Sigh..."

As he spoke, Count Cornet couldn't help but sigh in a dignified manner.

"Since Count Cornet is so heroic, why do you need to leave the eastern part of the empire?"

At this moment, an unfriendly voice came from the side.

Although the story of Earl Cornet fascinates the noble ladies, for the rest of the noble gentlemen...

Oh!

We are all nobles. I still don’t know what kind of virtues nobles have?

One against three, a stalemate with Odin's cavalry?

Bah!

"Are you..." Count Cornet frowned slightly, but still asked patiently.

"I am the Marquis of Soto, Johann Graf!" said the rude young man.

"Johann, don't be rude!"

Behind the young man, a graceful female noble came over and softly scolded the young man who refuted Count Cornet.

"I am Johann's sister, Philona Graf. Dear Count Cornet, please forgive my brother for his rudeness."

The female noble's words were quite sincere, and even made people feel a hint of guilt from the bottom of their hearts.

"Marquis Soto's doubts are indeed very reasonable."

Count Cornet waved his hand quickly, then changed his tone and said: "The reason why I left the eastern part of the empire is... I still have my family and children. Even if I can fight in close combat with Odin's soldiers,

But I cannot ignore my family! I must keep the blood of the Cornet family alive forever..."

As he said that, Cornette looked miserable, and even a trace of tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes:

"How I wish I could fight those Odin people, but I must also take into account the continuation of the family. Therefore... all the nobles who came to the imperial capital Saint Lawrence with me will selflessly donate their wealth.

We gave it to the current Duke of Idar, hoping that he can take our long-cherished wish, reorganize his troops, and stand firm in the eastern part of the empire..."

Hearing this, the noble ladies present were all sad and felt a little more sympathy for the Count Cornet in front of them.

"Can……"

Johann wanted to say something else to refute Count Cornet's words, but was quickly interrupted by his sister.

"Your bravery and selflessness are amazing, respected Count Cornet."

Philona Graf doesn't shy away from her praise.

After saying goodbye politely to Count Cornet, Fiona dragged her brother towards the other side.

"Filona, ​​why don't you let me expose this hypocritical guy!"

In the corner, Johann was very dissatisfied as he broke away from his sister's hand and whispered:

"That Count Cornet is a real liar! You have already found out clearly that these guys who came to the imperial capital of Saint Lawrence were all scared to death by Odin's army. As for the wealth they lost, it was not the so-called
To be continued...