"Ah! The sun has come out." The envoys stood leaning on the fence, and one of them asked: "It's said to be a drill, but where is your army, General?"

"Don't worry, everyone! Each army has its own style." Carlos explained on the side: "And this army is led by Brigadier General Helter. They are good at attacking."

"Really? Brigadier General Helter's troops!" Someone sighed. It seems that Helter is at least somewhat famous in the Sbia Empire.

Over the calm grassland, a low horn sounded faintly.

"Here we come!" A slightly younger envoy asked: "General, I wonder what we are practicing today?"

"It should be a siege!" I answered casually, folding my hands on my chest.

"Um..." My answer immediately attracted criticism: "Practice siege on the plain?"

"Well." I continued my casual attitude: "Mr. Special Envoy, how high is the wall of the main city of your province?"

"That... is about thirty arms tall."

I nodded to Carlos, who said to the duty officer on the side: "The height is thirty arms."

This sentence was immediately spread to the foot of the high platform, and the messengers rushed out and went around to the back of the hillside.

The special envoy blinked and asked me with a confused expression: "General, what is the purpose of this?"

"You'll understand." I said, "Right away."

Two teams rushed out from behind the hillside and appeared in our field of vision almost at the same time. Different from ordinary troops, these two fast-moving troops had a large number of horse-drawn carriages. It could be said that they were two convoys, and all the horse-drawn carriages were

The style is exactly the same, even the height after loading is the same. You can tell at a glance that it is equipped for the army.

"Sir, the first part of the drill has begun." The duty officer explained loudly: "The first to enter is the Second Corps Engineer Regiment. The task is to build a protective wall that is thirty arms high and two hundred arms long."

Before I could say anything, someone next to me was shocked: "What? Build a wall now?"

I looked at him and asked calmly: "Is there anything wrong?"

"But... General, that will take a lot of time!" He blushed, as if I was lying to him.

"It won't take much time." I didn't get angry: "Believe me, it will be fine."

The envoys stopped talking and stared straight ahead.

The engineering regiment has arrived at the location where the city wall is to be built and is unfolding. The officers have begun to pull the wire to mark the position, and the soldiers are taking off the tarpaulins from the carriages. A dozen carriages have come out first and are close to the position where the officers are pulling the wire.

Hundreds of sand soldiers took off the tools from the carriage and dug hard under the marking line. As soon as these sand soldiers left the desert, their combat effectiveness became very average. The only outstanding thing was doing this - they were on the ground

The speed of doing hands and feet is really amazing.

At the same time, some soldiers were busy shouting beside the carriage, and a series of slides connected the marking line with the carriage group behind, while the remaining soldiers unloaded the logs prepared in advance from the carriage, and then used iron

The retaining wall was assembled under the carriage by connecting it with mortise-and-tenon joints.

After a while, the soldiers digging in front had completed their work. Dozens of tall and strong pillars were set up on the marking line, with equal distances between the pillars.

The duty officer next to me looked at the documents in his hand and kept explaining: How deep is the trench and how heavy is the wood used to protect the wall... Several special envoys stared at the front with concentration, but they must be worried in their hearts.

I have memorized these data thoroughly.

The guard wall installed at the back was placed on the slide and pushed to the marking line. The lower part was inserted into the soil trench on the ground, and the back was supported by logs. The guardrails were fixed with tenons... Soon after, the main body of the guardrails was almost completed.

The efficient work of the engineering corps left no doubt for the envoys. Of course, such an engineering corps could not be found in their provincial army.

"Ah! Look, sir." Carlos pointed into the distance: "The second unit is coming."

Turning around, he saw several infantry phalanxes in attack formation climbing over the top of the hillside. Black flags and black armor were all flowing over the hillside like black torrents, heading towards the nearly completed protective wall.

"It seems that the engineering corps' hands and feet are still not fast enough!" I said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "We need to strengthen training."

"Yes, sir." Carlos lowered his head slightly: "This is my fault. I will definitely develop a more effective training plan."

The troops running in the distance became clearer and clearer. They stopped two miles away from the protective wall. The construction of the protective wall was nearing completion. Except for some people who were busy on the protective wall, the soldiers behind were working on it.

Pack your equipment and prepare to evacuate.

"Sir, the second part of the drill has begun." The officer on duty stared at the document in his hand: "It's three field regiments and one Guards regiment, 10,000 people arrived on time after running for 20 miles!"

"Got it." I agreed, "The third part will begin after the engineer regiment evacuates."

"yes!"

"What an efficient unit!" A special officer said in an admiring tone: "This protective wall looks very solid."

I smiled sincerely: "Mr. Special Envoy, didn't you bring a bodyguard with you? Just ask someone to come over and try."

"May I?"

"certainly."

Several horses rushed to the protective wall, and the magician on the horse immediately released a medium-sized fireball and hit the protective wall. After a loud noise, sawdust flew from the front of the wooden protective wall, but the protective wall itself did not move.

"Do you still have any questions?" Carlos asked with a smile.

A medium-sized explosive fireball, this kind of magic is very powerful and can completely shake the stone wall that is not protected by the magic barrier. The envoys shook their heads, and no one doubted the solidity of the protective wall.

As for why the wooden parapet can withstand explosive fireballs, I won't explain to them.

"Report to the commander, please proceed to the next drill!"

"Start." I answered the officer on duty, then turned to a special envoy beside me and said, "You must know the army of your province very well, right?"

"Yes, General, after all, it is the army of this province."

"What do you think?" I pointed at the field regiment that was about to start the attack and said, "If your army and my army form a coalition, will there be any problems with coordination?"

"General, are you saying that your request is for us to send troops to jointly attack the rebels?"

"Of course." I looked at him and said, "Don't your governor want to send troops?"

"that……"

"Gentlemen of special envoys." Amidst the deafening shouts of killing from the field regiment, I also started to attack: "If you can keep your family's title, fiefdom, property, and even the large sum of money Luman bribed you, shouldn't you do it for me?

What should I do?"

"Well, if we send troops," someone said hesitantly, "there are some difficulties..."

It is always difficult for one person to pay, and the negotiation has entered the most critical step. I know very well the selfishness and caution of these guys, so I ask them to send troops.

I hide what I really need behind this requirement.

But as a noble trying to survive in chaos, the army is the basis for ensuring its rights. Without the army, there is nothing, and they will not use it no matter what.

We had differences, and the atmosphere in the negotiations became a little cold, so under Carlos's suggestion, a special envoy proposed to use supplies instead.

"Supplies..." I pretended to complain: "I'm not very lacking!"

"Then let's make a compromise." Carlos on the other side came to mediate again: "You won't send troops, but the supplies will be provided by several provinces. What do you say, sir? This way, it will save the need to transport things from the back to the front, right?

?”

"Yeah." I nodded reluctantly.

"Well, gentlemen." Carlos turned to the envoys and said, "Sir, you have already given in. Can you be more patient?"

Several envoys were confused.

"That's it." Carlos spread out the map: "We are not short of supplies. If you just provide some supplies, you will not show your sincerity at all... Please be generous and help us build a few forward camps!"

"Advance camp?"

"Yes, the so-called forward camp is the logistics base that ensures the smooth attack of our army." Carlos explained: "In other words, we will fight the battle, and you will take care of everything else."

"All inclusive?"

"Yes! This is easier than sending the army, right? We will decide the address of the camp, and a dedicated person will hand over the catalog of needed supplies to you."

"There's no big problem with supplies, but where should the camp be built?"

"Here, here, and here..."

"It's too much." Someone objected: "We can't bear it."

"Not much at all..."

Carlos pointed at the map, and several special envoys worked hard to deal with it. By the time several field regiments finished their drills, a good map was almost torn by their fingers.

I barely spoke. In fact, I couldn't participate in such detailed discussions because of my status.

Carlos fought for it bit by bit, and the envoys gave in bit by bit. Sometimes they even pushed their fingers on the map. When they got into an argument, I would interrupt them and let everyone

Look at the troops doing the drill and take a breath...

When Helter, wearing a golden armor of the Protoss, appeared with the cavalry regiment, they were fighting for the most forward camps.

Helter led four cavalry regiments and ten thousand cavalry, practicing various formations in front of our eyes. Sometimes they dispersed in battalion units, and sometimes they gathered together to attack forcefully.

Finally, Heert shouted loudly, and ten thousand cavalry aimed at the high platform we were standing on and rushed straight over, making the envoys turn pale with fright.

"General..." Looking at the cavalry getting closer and closer, someone reminded me: "Should we order them to turn...otherwise it will be too late."

Gradually, our distance has become closer.

The mighty Haiert rushed to the front, his brilliant golden armor reflecting the sun, and his gold-embroidered cloak flying behind him. The cavalrymen were getting closer and closer covered in smoke, and the intensive sound of horse hooves gathered into a huge sound, even on the high platform.

The floor is also shaking slightly...
To be continued...