Entering a wartime state is not unfamiliar to the Southern Treaty Business Group, because most of them are soldiers and have experienced several wars since the establishment of the business group. Everyone can enter a new role by wearing military uniforms and hanging up their swords.

There will be no hindrance at all.

However, during today's transformation, any department can prepare according to the procedures and enter the kind of busy but orderly tension. Only the staff department cannot, because all the previously prepared combat plans have been abolished by the Duke.

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They don't want to know why the Duke made this decision, nor do they want to know why the Duke doesn't admit his reasons, because everything has a cause and effect, and a truly competent staff officer will not be obsessed with factors that he cannot determine. The only thing they can do now is

Come up with a new plan at the war meeting. But attacking Sibia is not a trivial matter. The Duke has already said that there will be fifteen legions, and he hopes that a suitable plan will appear on the table with a "swish" sound.

Very difficult.

Any formal operation must carefully set a goal with intelligence support and the political environment at that time, and then strictly implement it according to the plan - even if a petty thief robs a house, he must first set foot on a certain point, and then figure out how to sell the stolen goods and how to escape.

There is only one way to go, and the price of hasty action is disastrous defeat. As for whether the consequence is beheading or hand chopping, it depends on who he offends.

No matter how you look at it, Sibia is not a compassionate sufferer, so to attack such a behemoth rashly without careful planning is to seek death.

The orders from the superiors and the Duke's expression all illustrate the seriousness of this battle, especially the latter. He has perfectly conveyed this message to everyone - capture Korn Keda and the Third Faith, otherwise

Humanity will not be immune.

Under the extreme sense of urgency and crisis, the staff increased their speed of action to the highest level. In the conference room and the corridor of the intelligence department, they ran back and forth carrying maps and information. Papers blown away by the wind just "squeaked"

"Fly up, you will be caught by a certain hand immediately, and those carved doors will be knocked open with a "bang", and will be knocked open again before they are completely closed.

"Time! Do everything possible to shorten the time!" Duke Swice stood at the end of the long table, emphasizing the key points of the battle from time to time. In his field of vision, more than thirty combat staff were working on the map, and they were arguing fiercely.

He even started swearing at others on the spot!

Because at this time, let alone the enemy's situation, the staff actually did not even have a good grasp of their own situation - how many troops can be dispatched? How many civilians can be recruited? How much materials can be concentrated? All are predictions and estimates, but this is a war.

Can’t estimate!

Next, as the combat plan extends to details, the staff members have more and more disagreements. The lines drawn by the previous person are erased by the people behind, and a step just completed will be vetoed by the updated intelligence. Gradually

In the escalating quarrel, the staff officer in charge of the march line was spit on, and the staff officer in charge of the logistics line was slapped!

For these conflicts, the Duke standing nearby turned a blind eye and only tried his best to meet their intelligence needs... The huge staff was built by the business group with huge financial and material resources. The Duke spent a lot of effort on each staff member. He

Trust them and know that they can come up with appropriate plans. Arguing or even fistfights are the staff members who are under heavy pressure venting their emotions. This is a good thing. If your emotions are vented on your colleagues, they will not be included in the battle plan.

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"The First Reserve Corps can be assembled within three days. If the assembly point is changed, they can go directly to the front line as an advance regiment. They are lightly equipped, and an ordinary trade route can meet their needs, which can save a lot of vehicles and ships!"

"The Third Reserve Army has only a frame, and most of its soldiers are in the Trafal Empire. If it is summoned locally and the officers rush to receive it, it will not only save time, but also escort the supplies of the Trafal Empire on the spot, and it will be even more capable in the future.

Be my main right wing!”

"There are at least ten legions along the way to the main force. The equipment gap is too large and there are many types of logistics materials. It is definitely not possible to transport them all before the war begins! We first ensure the food, and other equipment can only open up new routes and gradually transport them. The initial operations are not

You don’t need all the troops to go into battle, just transport as much equipment as you can to catch up with the decisive battle!”

"Among the four fully-staffed legions, the two infantry legions serve as the vanguard and are first stationed at the front line to prepare! The other offensive legion serves as the backbone of the main force and is placed slightly behind the forward. The only cavalry legion is mobile

Strength - In this case, the attack width of the main force can reach about a hundred miles, and it can cope with various situations, even if it is counterattacked by the enemy, it will not be afraid!"

"If we can recruit a group of soldiers from various countries, the infantry is easy to handle, but the cavalry is absolutely incompetent. They have no experience in war, and they can only be a hindrance to the main force."

"After entering Sibia, the enemy will definitely launch a harassment war, so some of our newly recruited private soldiers from various countries can only be used to protect logistics, and the rest can form small units to carry out anti-harassment - they raise their own supplies and loot

Sibians!”

The door of the conference room could not close this atmosphere, and it eventually spread and affected all departments. Soon, the people in the entire building looked like the staff officers, and even the guards at the door were in a hurry, as if

There are springs under the feet.

But even in this environment, there are still some idle people who are out of place.

For example, if one of the Duke's captains of the guard is anemic, he has nothing to do now - the security of the headquarters building is not within his scope of responsibility, and the part-time intelligence department cannot take action immediately.

Seeing that the formulation of the battle plan was on the right track, the Duke decided to relieve some pressure on the staff, so he went to inspect the progress of various ministries. In an empty corridor, he finally heard footsteps behind him, and finally discovered

Anemia of leisure.

"What do you think of this war?" The Duke opened the window next to him and asked the soldier who had been following him for many years.

"No opinion, sir." Anxia's answer was brief. After thinking for a while, he added, "Just hit him."

"It's a simple idea, but it's very practical." The Duke nodded, "I heard that you adopted a group of military orphans here?"

"She was adopted before and was transferred to Vuitton not long ago."

"The General Staff will probably be arguing until tomorrow morning. Any action taken by the Intelligence Department will have to be done the day after tomorrow. I'll give you a day off to make arrangements." The Duke said, "Go ahead and give them enough money and everything else to survive."

Something that goes down.”

Anemia said nothing more, went back to the dormitory, took all his savings and left the building.

Anemia hired a carriage, the simplest kind with no shed at the back and the cargo compartment was surrounded by a few logs, like a horse pen. Then, he drove out in this carriage that made noisy noises.

In the main city area, we passed through several reed riverbanks and came to a stop outside a house that had almost lost its original outline - the yard was very dilapidated, the walls were short, and the weeds inside were exposed.

"Sir!" The little beggar who had just been paralyzed outside the wall basking in the sun jumped up and saluted Anemia with a standard military salute. His solemn expression was completely inconsistent with his age and dress. "Sir, Yi Mao is on duty!"

Anemia dropped the reins and responded with an expressionless expression, "Send the order, everyone assemble."

A sharp whistle sounded, and figures kept running around the courtyard. Soon, these soldiers stood in two rows in front of Anemia - they were all dressed as refugees, and some carried fishing nets and agricultural tools on their shoulders.

Some people hold needlework, paper and pen in their hands, but in terms of speed and discipline, they are no different from well-trained soldiers.

Anyone, as long as he is not blind, can tell at a glance that these people are not soldiers because most of them are short in stature, far below adult standards, and there are even two or three girls among them. This is the devil.

In the current situation of the league, people regard children as adults, and the title "boy" has disappeared - because boy means having certain abilities but far from enough, so no matter who is shouting or being shouted, everyone will look ashamed.

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"Report to the commander!" Yimao ran to the head of the team, "We have assembled, the whole team should be twenty-three, but there are actually twenty-three!"

"I know." Anemia just nodded, "How is the training progress today?"

"Reporting to the commander, cross-country and tactical training are completed." Yimao replied, "Fishing, farming, repairing and literacy are in progress!"

"All training is terminated, everyone get on the bus."

Upon hearing the words of Anemia, the twenty-three and a half-year-old children had no doubts and immediately left the carriage fully loaded.

Anemia gave up the driving position, then changed into casual clothes and walked in front of the carriage alone. He had a straight face and folded his hands in front of his chest. The carriage with only a bad horse couldn't get up quickly after it was fully loaded. The man who had just followed him

pace.

The direction of the carriage was towards the gaps between several districts in Vuitton City. Due to the terrain, that depression became one of Vuitton's underground black markets. Although the place was not big, there were all kinds of goods in the two or three streets.

You can even buy standard military equipment. At the same time, this is also the place with the most chaotic security in the Vuitton area.

As we got closer to the black market, the "soldiers" in the car seemed a little hesitant. Normally, the "supervisor" would strictly tell us not to go near this low-lying area. Why did he bring everyone here today instead?

"Today will be your last training, and the venue is right here." Anemia in front of the carriage slowed down and spoke intently, "The black market is very chaotic, and it is a very cruel reality. There is no warmth here.

Everything must be exchanged for strength. But what is strength? It includes money and is not limited to money. Your physique, strategy and even luck are all types of strength."

"To survive, people need supplies for food, clothing, housing and transportation. You can make some of them yourself, but there will always be shortages. You can't fully support yourself by fishing and hunting, and you can't make medicines and weapons. At this time, exchange is particularly important.

——Remember, the world is cruel and will always be cruel! In a special environment, you can only survive like a beast!"

The soldiers opened their eyes wide. At their age, they could not fully understand the words of anemia.

"Watch me do it, you will understand soon." Anxia didn't explain much and walked towards the black market gate.

Although the black market is a chaotic place, it is well guarded. Near the invisible gate, there are many people who seem to have nothing to do. However, the entry of this carriage did not attract their attention, because the carriage was normal and carried

The goods were normal, and the slave trader next to him was also normal...but his face was too pale, lacking the moisture of strong alcohol and women.

Anemia stopped the carriage outside the black market, asked his soldiers to disperse and follow him, and started doing business with the stall owners.

First, there are daily groceries, which are most common in the black market, and the prices are almost the same as those in the market. They are even cheaper because of where they come from. However, Anemia used an unusual method in the purchase and followed behind.

The teenagers saw clearly that their superior was half-buying and half-stealing, and his techniques were so superb that he even stole the money from the boss's pocket.

Then he used these things, which cost almost nothing, to exchange items with other vendors. All types of goods were exchanged, but the quantities were relatively small. The soldiers following him took turns stepping forward to act as porters, while receiving large and small packages.

, while learning the special functions and uses of ordinary items.

Without attracting almost any attention, they gradually approached the core area of ​​the black market - the main street where food, weapons and medicines were sold.

At the medicine stall, the chief deliberately slowed down his stealing tactics so that the boss would discover it, but the boss only had time to say a word before he was slapped twice by the chief and was knocked unconscious. After that, he tried to scream, but was slashed in the throat by Anemia.

Go up, "Oh" and squat down.

Several strong men gathered around him. Anemia glanced at him and said flatly, "He sells fake medicine."

The boss covered his neck with both hands and stared at Anemia with resentful eyes, but did not dare to make any move.

"Look at me?" Anemia walked over and stepped on the boss's foot bones with two "kaka" sounds. "People on the black market sell fake goods, but you shouldn't sell them to me. The things are considered compensation, so pack them up and take them away.

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Anemia's cold expression and cruel behavior shocked the strong men around him, and they hesitated to step forward and take action.

Of course there are fakes in this medicine stall. Everyone on the black market has sold fakes. This is completely an open secret - but not many people dare to cause trouble on the black market. This pale guy must have a lot of background.

"Where can weapons be sold?" Anxia asked the strong man closest to him. The latter was stunned for a moment, pointed to the hay shed not far ahead, and immediately received a large reward.
To be continued...