This is a very heavy topic, because the Demon Alliance has failed twice in this land. If it fails a third time... not only will the name of the Demon Alliance be wiped out by the common people, I am afraid that even the highest ranking members of the coalition will
Everyone from the marshal to the small soldiers will not have an easy time.
It involves the prestige of millions of coalition troops and the face of the entire alliance. And Major General Swice is just the deputy chief of the coalition intelligence department, a small major general. When will it be his turn to speak?
The venue fell silent again.
"You all tell me." Marshal Verlaine moved his body and asked a large number of his generals, "Who is suitable?"
Each general was looking at his own feet, trying not to let his eyes meet the "respected" marshal.
When no one answered, Marshal Verlaine began to roll his name.
"General Staff Officer, what do you mean?"
"Yes, Marshal, I was about to speak." The General Staff Officer coughed dryly and stood up. "My opinion is, can an experienced commander be transferred from a certain regiment on the front line?"
"From the front line?" Marshal Verlaine frowned, "One of the five theaters has been moved. Will there be suitable candidates among the remaining four theaters?"
"There are marshals." said the general staff officer. "The deputy commander of the first theater is good, and there is also the commander of the 15th Army Corps under him. Both of them have very good commanding skills."
"Well - let me think about it." Marshal Verlaine kept tapping the floor with his toes, "Do we have any other options?"
"Yes, marshal!" Another general stood up, "I recommend the commander of the second army of the third theater. He performed very well in this battle. He defeated the two armies of the Divine Alliance in just one morning.
Defeat!"
"In the end, we were surrounded by people." The general staff officer next to him chuckled, "He ran faster than a rabbit!"
"Your Excellency, that is one legion against four legions! Being able to save oneself in such a situation, doesn't it show his ability?" The general looked at the general staff officer, his eyes almost bursting with fire, "Compared to you.
Is it a strong recommendation?”
"What happened to the commander I recommended?" the general staff officer smiled again and said proudly, "As far as the entire coalition forces are concerned, these two commanders are very famous!"
"Yes, they are indeed very famous." The general sat down with a sneer, and added, "It's just that they are not fighting, but having an affair with the female family members of their subordinates!"
"you!"
"How about it?"
"Shut up!" Marshal Verlaine scolded, "Are you all in a daze? You two stupid pigs!"
Sivis sighed secretly... In the coalition military headquarters, the two generals have been at odds for more than a day. I heard that they had a disagreement in the last war.
One is the general staff officer with the rank of general, who is in charge of all combat plans of the coalition forces. The other is the deputy commander of the military department who also has the rank of general, and his status is second only to Marshal Verlaine.
Even Marshal Verlaine said that these two guys gave him a headache.
In fact, Sivis knew that the two men were competing for the position of commander-in-chief in the next war. Marshal Verlaine was old and would not be able to hold the position of supreme commander in the next war... Whoever wins would get the magic attribute
The position of commander-in-chief of the coalition forces will also be awarded the highest military rank - marshal.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head.
"Major General Swice." Marshal Verlaine noticed his little move, "What do you think?"
"me?"
"That's you." Marshal Verlaine nodded, "Say it!"
"Okay, sir." Siwes thought for a moment, "I think none of the frontline commanders are suitable."
"Oh? Are you saying that all commanders are unsuitable?"
"Yes, sir!" Major General Swice said calmly, "I think so."
"This is very interesting, tell me your reasons."
"There is no doubt that we have fought very well in the battle between gods and demons." Major General Swice said, "Three months since the war started, although there have been occasional mistakes, our other four theaters have almost reached the combat goals. God
The 900,000 troops belonging to the coalition cannot last long. For a corps-level commander, his entire combat intention is implemented step by step. At this time, the corps-level commander is transferred from the front line, which will interrupt the operation.
The implementation of the plan will cause damage to the battle situation on the front line. Camp is already in chaos, and we cannot allow other places to be in chaos."
"It makes sense, go on."
"The enemies that appeared in the Camp Empire are different from the divine coalition forces we have encountered before. To us, they are quite unfamiliar, with strange movements and changeable tactics." Major General Swice's voice echoed in the hall,
Striking the hearts of every general, "What about our battle on the dividing line between gods and demons? It was a fight for every inch of land, and it was a head-on killing of one legion after another... These are two completely different things.
Combat type. So I think our frontline commander is not suitable for this position."
"None of them are suitable." Marshal Verlaine stood up and walked slowly around the conference table, "You have been to Camp twice. In your opinion, what kind of commander is needed to defeat them?"
"Sir," Major General Swice replied, "We have two choices, one is a hunter, the other is a farmer."
The general staff officer was surprised, "Hunter?"
The admiral was stunned, "Farmer?"
"Yes, please think about it, sirs." Major General Swice said, "Our enemies are so cunning. We have to deal with cunning enemies..."
"Then we should send a more cunning commander!" The general staff officer was quite satisfied with his thinking. "I understand! Is this the hunter you are talking about?"
"Yes, but there is a problem here." Major General Swice nodded and said, "We don't know how cunning the enemy is... If the hunter sent is not good enough, he may be bitten by the prey!
We will not allow another failure."
"So, what is a farmer?" the admiral asked.
"The so-called farmer refers to a commander with an unusually calm personality." Having said this, Major General Swice smiled slightly, "For a cunning prey, what he fears most is not a shrewd hunter, because he can compete with the hunter in a battle of wits.
Even though he is brave, the hunter can't outrun him. What he fears most should be the honest farmer, because no matter what tricks he uses, the honest farmer will not be fooled, and will still focus on his own business, without giving him a chance to fight...
…Until all the hiding places of the prey are destroyed by the farmer, he runs out and fights the farmer to the death! As long as the farmer is strong enough, the prey will be dead!"
"But won't this prey escape?" asked the general staff officer, "how can the farmer catch up with him?"
"Sir, you should notice that they have been in Campo for more than three months. After causing chaos, they neither attacked nor retreated." Major General Swice said, "What does this mean? This means that they
There are other missions! It is this mission that firmly binds them here. As long as this mission exists, they will continue to stay."
"Look, everyone, at this time, our other four war zones are winning steadily. In two and a half months at most, we can defeat all the divine alliance forces on the dividing line between gods and demons and fight to the mainland of the divine alliance!" Si
Major General Weiss pointed to the huge map on the wall and said, "I think the real mission of this force is to surprise our rear and transportation lines at this time! Because once we cross the dividing line between gods and demons, the transportation lines behind us will
It will be very long and fragile, and attacking fragile transportation lines is what they are best at!"
Marshal Verlaine and a group of senior generals looked at the map and said nothing, but everyone was carefully considering what Major General Siwes said. Who dared not to take it to heart about the victory or defeat of the Allied forces?
Marshal Verlaine walked to the map and stood still. While looking at the map, the muscles on his face kept twitching... He was thinking. All his generals knew that once his thinking matured, a long series of orders would follow.
The order will be issued. If anyone can't answer at this time... There are several young officers holding leather whips by the door of the conference room.
Marshal Verlaine suddenly turned around - "Where is our reserve army!"
"Report to the commander." The general in charge of this matter immediately replied, "Three legions totaling 200,000 people are on standby at Maple Forest Deer Farm in the Trafal Empire!"
"Commander of the General Staff, immediately start putting them into the main battlefield." Marshal Verlaine said, "Speed up the speed. I want you to ensure that you defeat the main force of the Divine Alliance within two months!"
"yes!"
"How many adult slaves have we captured on the front line?" Marshal Verlaine continued to ask, "How many of them can serve as slave soldiers?"
"Report to the commander." A general stood up immediately, "There are 150,000 people who meet the standards of slave soldiers!"
"How many troops are available in the fifth theater?"
"Excluding what is necessary for defense," the general staff officer replied, "there are still 80,000."
"Change!" Marshal Verlaine said, "Incorporate these 80,000 people into the reserve army and let them go to the front to wash away their shame!"
"Yes!" said the general staff officer, "but the enemy on the opposite side of the fifth theater?"
"The garrison is not allowed to move!" the marshal said. "Although there is only the Ninth Army on the opposite side, it might just be a trap! If we attack rashly, we will be in a situation where we are attacked from both sides! Wait until we take care of Kemp's matter.
, there is plenty of time to deal with this legion!"
"yes!"
"The reserve army will dispatch 80,000 people to the fifth war zone! Plus 100,000 slave soldiers! Sweep the whole territory of Camp back and forth like a plow!" Marshal Verlaine said with a cold face, "The remaining 50,000 slave soldiers will hold tight.
At the Campo border, we cannot let go of an enemy! I don’t believe that we can’t win with more than 200,000 people!”
"yes!"
"I already have a candidate in mind for the commander of the fifth theater, and I will appoint him later!"
"yes!"
"Everyone, I can conclude that we have won the battle on the dividing line between gods and demons!" Finally, Marshal Verlaine said, "And this battle in Camp... To be honest, I am not worried about this.
What else can the enemy do? I can give Kemp to him and let him fight! Under the current battle situation, he can no longer pose any threat to our main front!"
"Sir is wise!"
"Although this is the case, you must remember...the honor of the Demon Alliance is above all else! For the sake of honor, we must defeat them! We must defeat them cleanly and completely!"
"yes!"
"This is no longer a battle just for the sake of the war situation. You are fighting for the glory of the entire Demon Alliance! I hope that you will put the overall situation first and the supreme honor of the Demon Alliance first, and fight this battle well.
A battle!" Marshal Verlaine held his head high, and the sunlight outside the window just shone on his gray beard. "After the battle is over, I will personally go to the Dark Lord to ask for credit from you! If the battle is not good - I'm afraid you guys will
There is pain in the skin and flesh, and worry about life!"
"yes!"
"The meeting is dismissed!"
Everyone stood in awe and shouted in unison, "I will serve the Dark Lord with all my life!"
Marshal Verlaine took the lead and walked out, followed closely by a large number of generals. In an instant, Major General Swice Hepburn was the only one left in the huge conference room.
"I didn't expect that the idiots of the Divine Alliance would have a enlightenment one day, and they would produce such a powerful commander without making any noise. How cunning..." Major General Swice Hepburn clasped his hands and tilted his head slightly to look at it.
The giant map on the wall murmured to himself, "I really want to meet this guy... but the marshal is very serious this time, so he may not have a chance."
"Your Excellency, General." A young officer came over and said, "The meeting is over. Aren't you going to leave?"
"Ah!" Major General Swice Hepburn then remembered that he had not seen his mother for many days since he went to Camp.
"Thank you for the reminder!" Swice smiled casually and patted the officer on the shoulder, "I have to go home."
He immediately realized that there was trouble, because the officer was stunned...
After he walked out of the door, a loud noise echoed in the conference room. It sounded like a medium-sized object weighing more than 80 kilograms had fallen to the ground.
"Phew!" Major General Swice Hepburn, who ran to the corner immediately after casting "Transformation", let out a long breath, patted his chest with his hand and said, "I'm afraid."
Two days later, Major General Swice Hepburn received an order from Marshal Verlaine to pick up a nobleman, an elderly nobleman, from the canal dock.
"This guy is an old stubborn." Marshal Verlaine said to him, "Hurry up and you can tell him what happened in the Camp Empire."
Because it was the marshal's order, Major General Swice had no choice but to nod obediently and go to the dock to greet the waiters.
He was a little unhappy. Of course, he was a third-class Duke and had to do such a thing.
The Brook Empire is located in the middle of the Demon Alliance, with extremely convenient water and land transportation. Whether from a commercial or military perspective, it is the most important hub of the entire Demon Alliance, and its position is irreplaceable.
The capital of the Brooke Empire, Foxburg is also known as the "capital of all countries in the Demon Alliance". Its prosperity is not comparable to other cities. Merchants gather and trade is busy. If the nobles of Foxburg have recently invented a new dance step
, then through reading and studying, nobles from other countries will be able to master it completely within a month at most.
Major General Swice's carriage drove along the sidewalk along the canal to the dock. This canal was dug more than 200 years ago. It took 400,000 hard laborers and took ten years. However, not many people still remember this now.
Already.
Siwes lifted the gauze curtain on the car door and admired the scenery of the canal along the way. There was a gentle breeze, weeping willows, and clean moonlight at night. It was a place he liked to stay - before he was ten years old.
As we neared the dock, the carriage gradually slowed down. The golden royal family logo shone brightly on the black carriage, making it very eye-catching.
"Master, we are here." The servant who was driving the carriage turned around and whispered through a small window, "Do you want to get out of the car now?"
"Wait a minute!" Siwes looked outside carefully. There were many people on the pier. It was not appropriate to go out now.
"Call a guard to watch on the pier." Swice told the servant, "Notify me when the ship from Seldon arrives."
"Yes, Master."
Siwes just sat blankly in the carriage and fiddled with his fingers. In fact, he was getting more and more unaccustomed to appearing in public, and those dirty looks that seemed to have substance would poke him to pieces.
After waiting for about half an hour, a large ship from Selden slowly docked.
"Get ready!" Swice knocked on the car, "Get off the car."
Dozens of guards walked to the carriage, all of them extremely tough barbarian fighters. They used their bodies to block a passage from the carriage door to the entrance of the pier - otherwise, their master would not dare to get out of the car.
of.
One of Swice's feet touched the ground - "Ah..." A scream immediately echoed through the pier, "Swesey, Duke Hepburn - I love you!"
Just like the kindling that ignited a fire, this scream just passed, and a lot of screams followed!
"It's Duke Sweeney Hepburn..."
"Swiss - smile at me!"
"Wow - I finally saw Audrey Hepburn..."
People from the entire dock crowded in this direction, regardless of men or women, until the human wall composed of dozens of barbarian guards was smashed into pieces. It was only because of the other guards next to them who whipped them hard with their whips that they managed to survive.
Stabilizing the situation dangerously...
Siwei finally reached the edge of the pier, but he was already sweating and panting.
"It's really embarrassing." He smiled bitterly, slightly adjusting his military uniform that had been grabbed by countless hands, "I do this every time, and I don't feel tired."
While he was complaining in a low voice, a tough man walked over to him, followed by a major officer.
"Duke Swyth Hepburn?" The visitor was about fifty years old, with a full beard. "I am Viscount Gironde of Sunset Plains."
"Is your Excellency Viscount Gironde?" Swice nodded politely, "I am Swice, and I have been entrusted by Marshal Verlaine to pick up your Excellency."
"Thank you, Your Excellency the Duke!" Gironde gave a standard gentleman's courtesy, "I hope to see Marshal Verlaine soon."
"Okay, please come this way."
On the way back to the military headquarters, Siwes introduced everything that happened in Campo to Gironde who was sitting next to him in detail. On the one hand, it was the marshal's order, and on the other hand, he was very fond of this elderly nobleman.
Have a good impression.
First of all, this gentleman's eyes were quite simple. When he looked at him, he looked like a kind elder. This made Siwes, who had been "abused" by strange eyes, feel more friendly, and he valued this very much.
Vicomte Gironde has bronze skin, a heroic voice, and his body exudes the fragrance of earth and grass - especially the smell of wild orchids, which is not comparable to the fragrances that have been popular on the market recently.
"Viscount Gironde," Swice asked, "what position does your Excellency hold in Sunset Plains?"
"Your Majesty the Duke," Gironde answered him, "I don't hold any position. I just have a fief and plant flowers and grass in my spare time..."
"Really? Your Excellency does not hold any position?" Swice was very surprised.
His expression made Gironde stunned for a moment. Of course, Viscount Gironde, who was over fifty, would not know the effect of his words.
Because his words directly led to the second of the ten most beautiful scenes in the Demon Alliance - Swiss Hepburn's question! Countless nobles dream of it, and it is even rarer than ancient magic weapons. If some are sold... the black market price is at least ten
More than 10,000 gold coins!
"Your Majesty the Duke, you don't know, your expression just now..." After a long time, the Viscount came back to his senses, shook his head and sighed, "She is much cuter than my granddaughter..."
"Uh..." Swiss Hepburn seemed to have been hit by a sap, and was at a loss.
"That granddaughter of mine is very troublesome." Fortunately, Viscount Gironde did not covet his "beauty" and continued, "If there is a chance, I will definitely bring her to meet the Duke. Please also ask Your Excellency
Help me teach her some rules, she's so crazy that she doesn't even look like a girl anymore."
"It doesn't matter." Hearing what Gironde said, the Duke of Swyth couldn't help but feel relieved, "I will definitely help if there is a chance."
"Please, sir, she doesn't know what she has learned from several tutors... She behaves strangely all day long and even nicknames herself Shadow..."
During the chat, the carriage has arrived at the military headquarters.
Siwes took Gironde to the door of the marshal's room, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.
"Your Majesty the Marshal," said Siwes, "Viscount Gironde has arrived."
"Please come in."
Siwes opened the door, and Gironde stepped in.
"Ha! Verlaine!" Gironde shouted, "You stinking piece of shit! Come here and let me hug you!"
Smelly shit! He actually called the Marshal a stinky shit!
Major General Swice Hepburn was so frightened that he immediately closed the door... (To be continued)