"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...
One special officer said in a tone close to pleading: "General, give the order quickly! If it's too late, it will be too late!"
"General, I'm here." I glanced at him: "What are you afraid of?"
Very close to the high platform, Helter finally gave the command to turn, and the front of the cavalry impact surface immediately changed - the knight on the right was slowing down, the knight on the left was accelerating, and the impact surface hundreds of riders wide was in front of us.
There's a beautiful big turn ahead!
The group of knights on the far left were only twenty arms away from the high platform when they turned around.
"How's it going?" I asked, "I didn't hurt a hair on your head, did I?"
Someone asked me: "Is the general in the golden battle armor Brigadier General Helter?"
"yes."
"No wonder." The guy shook his head and said, "It's exactly the same as the rumors."
"Rumors?" I asked curiously: "What do the rumors say?"
"Well, let's not talk about him..." He said in a perfunctory tone: "Your Majesty, Staff Officer, let's continue talking! I suggest that this camp be built here..."
Carlos smiled at me. I realized that the negotiation was generally over and it was time to leave.
"You guys talk slowly, I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you." I turned around and walked towards the audience.
"Ah! General, please wait." One of the oldest guys stopped me.
I turned around: "What else?"
"That's right, I think there won't be much problem with this negotiation." He walked over and lowered his voice and said, "You know, we still have some friends who can't come this time because their provinces are too close to the rebels.
But they asked me to say hello to you."
"Oh?" I touched my chin: "It's useless to say hello to me, they have to show something."
"Of course, but they are right under Lu Man's nose, and they can't hide anything they do. I have to ask the general to understand this." He took out a list from his arms and gave it to me: "This is the list. They entrusted me with it."
I told the general that as soon as the general's troops arrive, they will provide convenience for the general."
I took the list: "That's true, but what guarantee do they have? Just using this piece of paper is not enough."
"Of course not." The old envoy said with a smile: "I heard that His Majesty will hold a grand ball soon, so the ladies from these families hope to participate."
"That's it!" I was a little surprised: "Of course you are welcome to participate if you want to participate, but how can you make it in time?"
"The ladies from these families have already arrived at the border. Together with the ladies from our family, as long as the general nods, they can set off immediately." The old envoy came closer to me and said, "There is no other intention. I just want to build momentum for His Majesty's ball."
That’s all.”
"I agree." I patted the old envoy on the shoulder and laughed: "Of course I agree!"
After getting off the reviewing stand, I asked a herald to whisper a few words... It was necessary to investigate the identities of those noble ladies.
On that day, the negotiations were completed, and the special envoys from the four provinces agreed to build twelve forward bases for us and fill them with supplies. In exchange for this, they gained the safety of their families.
As for during the war between us and the rebels, their troops will not travel to the provincial capital, and our troops will not enter within a hundred miles of the opponent's provincial capital. If necessary, we will notify you in advance...
After that, I sent people to send them back, and the Liaison Office also sent a large number of liaison officers to accompany them to supervise and coordinate their camp construction. Due to various considerations, I did not stop Amaterasu's infiltration plan.
Everything is going well, isn't it?
In response to the problems exposed in the last attack, Carlos made a surprise training plan. 90,000 troops began training in full swing in three camps outside Lisang City. Even the third army responsible for guarding was also training.
At the same time, the logistics lines of the two newly occupied provinces and the following two provinces have also been improved.
On the evening of the day when I accepted the city wall reinforcement project, a motorcade carrying noble ladies slowly drove into Lisang City, and acknowledgments from several provincial governors also arrived. They recognized the results of the negotiation!
"Do it!" Several gold cups collided together, and the wine juice in the cups splashed everywhere.
This is the first time I drank alcohol after entering Lisang City.
"It's really good." Carlos said with a smile: "We have completed the negotiation and we have sufficient supplies. The rebels in the Holy City are just waiting to die!"
"Hey..." Someone hugged Carlos's shoulder unhappily: "You seem to have forgotten that I, Helter, am the main offensive force!"
"Brigadier General Helter, you are the main force." Carlos shook off Helter's hand: "I have no intention of fighting."
"What are you so proud of?"
"I'm just a staff officer." Carlos said lightly, "I'm only responsible for some trivial matters, and I'm not impressive at all."
One of these two guys is a hard fist, the other is a soft sandbag. They like to argue with each other in private. I have told them many times, but it has no effect at all.
"You..." Carlos's indifferent attitude made Helter very angry, and his facial features almost squeezed into a ball: "If you are a man, go outside and have a showdown!"
"It's cold outside, I don't want to go out." My staff officer had a lazy expression on his face and replied feebly: "As for my true gender - it seems that there is no need to prove it to you, Brigadier General."
"asshole……"
Moya and I laughed and watched their bickering.
"Report sir!" Rock came over: "Letter from Dark City."
"Oh?" I took it and opened it eagerly.
"Sir, is this a letter from His Majesty?" Carlos asked, "What is it?"
"Carlos." I smiled: "You said your slow dance is very good?"
"yes!"
"Your Majesty's ball will be held soon." I raised the letter in my hand: "Do you want to attend?"
"Yes, of course I do..." Carlos nodded.
"What a pity! I have to go back in person."
"Sir, are you going back in person?" Carlos blinked innocently: "That means...I have to temporarily take your place here, sir?"
"You are indeed a staff officer." I snapped my fingers: "You are right!"
Someone held his stomach and laughed: "Hahaha... The boss is the boss. You can't fight Carlos."
Carlos looked at Geert with dull eyes and said in a lifeless voice: "Second Legion, the assault training will be doubled tomorrow."
"Public revenge!" Haiert protested loudly: "You are avenging private revenge!"
Carlos looked innocent...
"Okay, Carlos, go make arrangements. I'll take those noble ladies with me." I put the letter in my arms: "While I'm back in the dark, the rebels shouldn't have any reaction, but your training
You must not relax...and Geert, I don't care how you joke in private, but in military matters, you must obey the orders of the staff officer."
"I know, boss."
"When you're ready, come and call me. By the way, tell those noble ladies that the journey will be difficult." I sat back on the recliner.
"yes!"
Before the crucial decisive battle, we should go back and meet with Fichet and Dad. Because the battle with Lumann will keep everyone busy.
Holy City, Palace Garden.
The garden that was destroyed during the war has now been restored, once again intoxicating its owner with the pleasant scenery. However, because his plans were destroyed one after another, Luman was very frustrated while walking in the garden.
A group of his men followed behind him, not even daring to express their anger. Everyone knew that Lord Luman had been acting a little crazy recently.
"How many provinces have secret contacts with the Keda family?" Luman stopped: "How many people send their daughters there?"
"There are... quite a few." A subordinate handed over the list in his hand.
"Well done...well done...you sons of bitches, you are taking my money while flirting with the Al Qaeda family..." Luman squeezed the list in his hand into a ball and squeezed out the words between his teeth.
With coldness: "You forced me to do this... Hehe, you forced me to..."
A group of lackeys looked at the half-mad master with blank expressions.
"Sir, what should we do? We must find a way to prevent this kind of thing..."
With a sound of "Pa!", the lackey who spoke received a firm slap on the face. The lackey covered his face and looked at his master, who was staring at him with vicious eyes as there was still a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
A somewhat at a loss, Luman walked around a stone table for more than a dozen times before finding a place to sit down: "Send a letter back to the fief and tell my steward that the moon is covered... Come back! This won't work...
You! Go and invite some of the leading knights from the Knights of the Temple of Light to come to me... If I don’t invite you, you will die!”
The busy figures of his men disappeared from sight. Luman picked up the wine glass with slightly trembling hands and stared at the red liquid in the glass... After a long time, Luman, who was sweating profusely, finally drank the red wine in one gulp.
, and then slammed the wine glass onto the table.
There was a crisp sound, and fragments of the jade wine glass flew everywhere. (To be continued)