Late at night, Steinkamann stood in front of the map in the military tent.
He had a serious face, sharp eyes, and kept marking the map with the pencil in his hand. The straight general uniform made this middle-aged man look even more majestic.
"Ryan, got it!"
After a while, Steinkamann said to himself.
He had read through all the news from the forward troops.
Everything went as planned by the combat staff. Except for Hessettins, Lane did not offer any decent resistance.
After all, the Archduke of Graz is dead.
Thinking of the other party's death, Steinkaman sighed slightly.
He originally wanted to defeat the opponent on the frontal battlefield.
However, for the sake of the strength of the Wolf Kingdom, he had to choose to follow some 'extra' suggestions.
Effect?
Naturally it is quite good.
"Hesettins won't last until sunrise."
"After all, Marshal Hein went with a secret weapon."
When he thought of Marshal Hein, Steinkaman frowned slightly.
He didn't like the other party's great success.
But compared to Herman's high vision and low hand...
Still worthy of respect!
And Hermann?
Anxiety appeared in Steinkamann's eyes.
Some of the other party's actions were unacceptable to him.
Especially with that aggressive and aggressive look, he is really not a qualified successor to Wolfe - a true successor to Wolfe should have an overall view of the situation and not be a so-called general in front of the battle.
But there was nothing he could do.
Herman understood the core secrets of the Wolf royal family.
He is the only heir designated by the old king.
He is not jealous.
Just a little bit unconvinced.
Why does he do all the dirty work?
But the flowers of glory belong to others?
However, it’s soon!
"Hein is already old."
"I will definitely inherit the position of marshal next."
"As for Herman?"
Steinkaman thought of the deal between a certain member of the royal family and him, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.
But soon, it disappeared.
His eyes looked at the map in the military tent again - this time it was no longer the Kingdom of Lane, but...the Kingdom of Beta!
With the demise of the Snake Kingdom, five-sixths of the once most powerful Chige Kingdom was jointly annexed by the Lane Royal Family, the Wolf Royal Family, and the Beta Royal Family. These lands are intertwined and the terrain is complex.
Very suitable for...
Hidden soldiers!
What Steinkaman can be sure of is that the Beta royal family will never let go of this opportunity.
There will definitely be places where troops are hidden.
Then?
Naturally, he took advantage of the situation to gain more benefits.
"Where will it be?"
Steinkamann thought.
Sudden--
"Report!"
"Urgent call ahead!"
The communications soldier appeared outside the military tent with a telegram. Steinkaman did not look back, but simply said: "Read it."
"Tonight we launched the final decisive battle against Hersettins. Poirot Marple unexpectedly appeared and killed His Highness Hermann and Marshal Hein. The enemy took advantage of the situation and launched an attack, and we were defeated."
The signal soldier finished reciting the emergency message with a trembling voice.
Steinkamann no longer had the calmness and calmness he had before. He grabbed the emergency telegram and examined it carefully, his face full of horror.
"Is the information accurate?"
Steinkamann confirmed again.
"precise!"
"Our scouts have encountered defeated soldiers."
The communications soldier spoke truthfully.
"Where's the airship?"
Steinkamann asked.
"Shooted down by Poirot Marple, and the accompanying mysterious flankers were killed together."
The signal soldier's voice became increasingly difficult.
"Where's Doug? Where's his forward officer?"
Steinkamann's voice couldn't help but rise.
"General Doug was riding in the airship at the time..."
Bang!
Before the signal soldier finished speaking, Steinkaman punched the table.
There is no doubt that in order to please Marshal Hein, Doug, the forward officer, boarded the airship.
Then, with the crash of the airship, this guy was finished.
In this regard, Steinkamann would only say that it is his own fault.
He didn't care at all about the other person's death.
but!
The death of the other party left the forward battalion completely without its commander!
Marshal Hein and Hermann?
A showman, a reckless man.
These two simply cannot command the troops effectively.
"asshole!"
"Bunch of bastards!"
"To be surprised, one person will overturn the situation!"
Steinkamann cursed through gritted teeth.
"General..."
The communications soldier was timid and did not dare to speak.
"explain!"
Steinkamann said solemnly.
"Poirot Marple... seems to have mastered the core secret technique of the Wolf royal family - he can transform into the form of a 'holy wolf', and he is far more powerful than His Highness Hermann."
The communications soldier said cautiously.
"Where did this news come from?"
Steinkamann asked.
"It was said by the scouts who came back with wounded soldiers. They are all saying that Poirot Marple is a magic wolf, a... wolf of division!"
Hearing the words of the signal soldier, Steinkaman's face sank.
Every country has some legends and stories.
The Wolf Kingdom is naturally no exception.
Rumor has it that there was a member who was unable to master the secrets of the royal family. When he was exiled, he swore that he would come back and divide the entire Wolf in the form of a demon wolf.
Such rumors are often used to scare children in the Wolf Kingdom.
Steinkamann knew it too.
However, according to the previous Steinkamann, this was nothing more than a barking dog.
But now?
"It is ordered to prohibit the spread of such rumors. Anyone who dares to spread rumors again will be punished by military law!"
"And those soldiers who have returned from defeat should form separate camps. Don't let them come into contact with the main force!"
"Yes, General!"
After the signal soldier saluted, he turned around and left the military tent.
Steinkamann turned around and walked to the map, erased all the previous markings, and started new markings.
With this marking, Wolfe's main force began to mobilize - more fortifications began to appear, and more scouts were sent out.
Four divisions were mobilized overnight.
The soldiers joined the engineering ranks one after another, and small forts one after another and firepower points one after another rose up densely from the ground.
They are like thorns, scattered between Wolfe's main army and Hessettins.
And this only took one day!
After inspecting the fortifications, Steinkarman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He was not worried about the so-called Poirot Marple, he was worried about Ryan's counterattack.
He has seen and been in contact with extraordinary people on the mysterious side.
Far from as magical and powerful as imagined!
If you are shot, you will bleed and die!
Because of this, he is not jealous of Herman and thinks that he is a reckless man!
If you expose yourself to a gun, one shot may be fine, but what about two or three shots?
One company's volley is enough to beat it into a pulp.
But the counterattack of Lane's army was different.
An enemy with an established structure, a large-scale army, and strong morale is what Steinkaman cares about.
Fortunately, the defenses he built were enough to make the opponent suffer enough.
"As long as I resist the first counterattack and knock down Ryan's morale, it's time for me to fight back - and, Doug is dead, Hein is dead, Herman is dead, in this battle, I finally become
main character!"
Steinkaman thought, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
He originally thought he would have to wait a few more years.
Unexpectedly, he appeared right away.
"To the wounded barracks!"
Steinkamann is going to perform.
Winning people's hearts is always simple and effective.
However, when he was still some distance away from the wounded barracks, he heard——
"Under the moonlight, he was tall and strong."
"In the dark night, he controls thunder and fire."
"He is the vengeful demon wolf!"
"He is the Wolf of Divide!"
"He is-"
"Poirot Marple!"
Bursts of minor songs were sung in the wounded barracks.
The lyrics are not all the same, but the general idea is the same.
They all tell the story of the power of Poirot Marple.
Steinkamann's face immediately fell.
Of course he knew why these wounded soldiers did what they did.
Only when the enemy is strong enough will they appear less useless.
This is human nature!
Can……
He is absolutely not allowed to appear!
Because this will affect his plan!
Affects the morale of the soldiers around him!
"Go and shoot those bastards who are spreading rumors!"
Steinkamann planned to use the harshest means to control the situation.
Moreover, he did not step into the wounded barracks again, but turned around and left.
Bang, bang, bang!
Behind him, gunfire rang out.
The general felt slightly relieved.
He could no longer hear the singing.
Because, the singing has become more and more secretive.
It also made Wolfe's wounded soldiers more and more frightened.
Goethe on the battlefield had already become their nightmare.
And now?
The mention of a name brings death.
The more secretive it is, the more people know it.
The death that abounds in secrets is like the nectar in flowers, attracting bees and butterflies.
A few hours later, the singing that originally sounded only in the wounded barracks appeared among the main army.
Of course, they didn't sing in the true sense.
They just-
"You know what?"
"I'll tell you a secret!"
"Don't tell anyone else!"
…
One spreads to ten, and ten spreads to a hundred.
When it gets dark, a strange atmosphere fills Wolfe's camp.
Steinkamann, who stayed in the military tent, stared at the map again, and thought about how to build two more lines of defense, didn't know what was going on - the general was not used to sitting and eating with lower-level officers and soldiers.
So, he missed his only chance.
The night is getting deeper!
The soldiers on Wolf's patrol were doing their duty faithfully, but when they looked at the place where the flames could not reach, they couldn't help but have a look of fear on their faces.
Even though he was holding a gun in his hand, his hand couldn't help but tremble.
"Boss, do you think that is true?"
"Is there really a vengeful demon wolf?"
"Will it really divide the entire Wolf?"
A young private first class asked his commander.
"have no idea!"
The second lieutenant frowned and shook his head. Then, he looked around and found that no one was paying attention. Then he warned: "General Steinkamann ordered not to discuss these things. Stop talking about it."
"I know, boss, I just..."
The first-class soldier nodded immediately, but then froze in place.
He saw a figure four to five meters tall walking out of the shadows.
He saw the black fur that was like the night.
He saw the sharp fangs and teeth.
He saw...the devil wolf!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Magic Wolf!!!"
The screams of the young private first class pierced the night sky.
Suddenly, the entire Wolfe Camp exploded.
The frightened soldiers clenched their guns and looked around in confusion.
And when a soldier accidentally pulls the trigger—
Bang bang bang!
Boom boom boom!
A series of bullets were fired, followed by explosions.
The soldiers fired desperately into the darkness, as if there were terrible demonic wolves hiding there.
As for whether there will be accidental injury?
They won't even think about it.
They just instinctively refuse to approach danger.
Corpses appeared one after another.
But this did not calm the soldiers.
On the contrary, these soldiers became more and more crazy.
Some even pulled the trigger on those around them.
Camp roar!
In the depressing atmosphere, chaos broke out.
Blood and gunpowder intertwined.
Screaming and wailing incessantly.
The night will be dyed scarlet.
But standing outside the military camp, Goethe, who had transformed into a werewolf, scratched his head and looked confused.
