"How long will it take to reach the headquarters of the Divine Alliance Army?" I looked up at the dim sky: "It's getting dark!"
"Look at the map distributed to us by the coalition forces." Haiert pointed forward with his finger: "There should be a military station at the foot of the mountain not far ahead. A little further past is the coalition military headquarters. We can get there tonight!"
"Okay, take a few people to the military station to prepare first." I nodded and said, "The horses need to rest. After drinking water, we will go to the military headquarters."
"Yes!" Haiert saluted me and ran quickly with a dozen people.
I have been really unlucky these days. It started to rain as soon as I left the country. Because it was spring, although the rain was not heavy, it rained endlessly. The accompanying officers had to wear cold and wet clothes every day.
Fortunately, they had been tested for a long time when they were still soldiers, and no one complained along the way. The muddy degree of the road was even more terrifying. It took a lot of effort for the horses to lift their hooves out of the mud.
A lot of effort.
I'm wearing the black armor that the Protoss Princess Lilita gave me - the one that comes with a cloak. Strangely enough, it won't get wet from the rain. And no matter what I do wearing it, this armor with the cloak will work.
It is neither dirty nor bad. In order to test the performance of this armor, I even threw it into the fire to bake it. The result was that the armor was fine, but the fire went out inexplicably...
I have never heard that armor can be used to extinguish fires, and I don’t understand what it means, so I used fire to bake it every day for more than ten days, and the result was still the same. No matter how big the fire I used,
It looks like a dead pig that is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. Haiert and the others said that the armor gets darker as it is roasted, but I don’t think it really changes.
When they entered the military station, Helter and others had already lit a pile of warm bonfires. After a long march in this horrible weather, the most enjoyable thing was to sit and drink a sip of hot soup.
The officers received the order and handed the horses to the soldiers in the depot who were responsible for taking care of the horses. Then they sat down by the campfire in an orderly manner, joking with each other and drinking water to rest.
I led a few people to patrol between the campfires. It was said to be patrolling, but it was just a pat on the head of this person and a kick on the butt of that person... As the saying goes, a pat will make you energetic, and a kick will make you more energetic!
I did it for fun at first, but then these guys became addicted.
Especially there are a few addicts. If I forget to kick one day, they will find various excuses to hang around me, looking uncomfortable. As long as I go over and "pop" twice,
They will be normal immediately.
In the eyes of others, we can be said to be a very strange team. More than a thousand people are officers and not a single soldier. Although these guys were just soldiers not long ago, they have now become real officers. Their
Their names are all written on the officer roster of the Sibia Empire Military Department!
It can be said that these more than a thousand officers are a force worthy of my pride, and they are the essence of the entire dark army. Their combat skills and command are naturally first-rate, but the most valuable thing is that their thinking is more inclined to my model. As my subordinate
, it is particularly important to understand my intentions and cooperate with me tacitly. However, they are very different in shape.
According to my observations along the way, the officers of other troops are basically all human beings, with only a very small number of foreign officers. Unlike my army, almost half of the officers are foreigners. For other senior generals, let alone let alone
It is difficult for these alien officers to command the war and even to get them to stay quietly in the camp without fighting.
So as we walked along, almost no one wanted to go with us, as if we were covered with lice. That's fine, I wouldn't mind it if they wanted to go with me!
"Sir!" A wingman second lieutenant ran over: "The horses are all drunk, shall we set off to report now?"
"Let's go!" I nodded and said, "Get to the military headquarters early, maybe you can find a bed or something..."
"Yes! Let's leave immediately." He turned around to find the duty officer.
No matter from any aspect, the military headquarters is a very pompous place, and the people inside are also very stinky. And I promised Fichet that I would not mess around in the coalition army, so I only brought a dozen officers with me.
Come and check in with me.
Less than an hour after setting off from the military station, we saw a manor surrounded by large tents. This was the temporary office location of the coalition military headquarters. I heard that there was another large city near the dividing line between gods and demons.
A larger military headquarters is under construction.
After getting off the horse at the gate of the manor, Jack ran a few steps ahead and showed my registration certificate to the guard at the gate. Because it was already dark, the guard asked us to wait while he ran to notify the superior.
After a while, a general in silver armor walked out of it and came to me.
"Hey, long time no see, why are you still so bad?" I smiled and talked to her. Just looking at her armor and the way she walked, I recognized her as the woman from the Riva Empire who fought alongside me.
General.
"Follow me." She spoke stiffly: "Your Excellency, Knight of Divine Blessing."
"You don't need to call me Your Excellency. It would be better if your attitude could be more cordial." I followed her: "Why do you stay in the military headquarters? Are you not a vase here? Do the vases in the military headquarters need to wear armor?
Then you now..."
"Asshole!" She got angry and hit me with a scabbard on my waist again: "Shut up!"
"Ah..." I shouted exaggeratedly: "Next time, remember to be gentler, you can't afford to pay if it's damaged... Who is our commander-in-chief?" Because the commander-in-chief was not announced in the mobilization order.
candidate, so I have this question.
"The commander-in-chief is Prince Carl Ulysses, the younger brother of the current emperor of the Tansi Empire."
She turned around and looked at me: "I'm glad you finally asked a more serious question."
"That's it!" I suddenly realized: "Then how should I call you? It's not very good to just call you general. Now in the military department, you can easily grab a lot of generals with your hands."
"Winterhal Rennie, this is my name." She thought for a moment and whispered: "Remember to call me by my full name, or you will get a beating."
"I just try to remember." I answered her with a shrug.
We walked into the only building in the manor, which was a three-story pastoral style building. It was shiny white and looked like it had been repainted not long ago.
After passing through the foyer and going straight up the stairs, the wooden floor made a lot of noise.
"Your Highness the Prince." Winterhal knocked on the door lightly: "Knight of God's Blessing, Commander of the Ninth Legion, Korn Keda, is here to report."
"Come in!" A gentle, unremarkable voice came through the door.
Winterhal opened the door for me and I walked in.
A middle-aged man with a peaceful face was sitting behind his large desk processing official documents. His hair was meticulously combed, and his left chest was covered with medals. His fitted military uniform was also ironed very smoothly, and the collar of his linen shirt was exposed.
Lace with white trim.
I stood in the middle of the room and gave him a military salute: "Hello, sir!"
"Good evening, young knight of Divine Blessing." He nodded to me, put down the quill in his hand and stood up: "Welcome to the Divine Alliance Army. Is the journey going well? I hope you can adapt to the climate here."
"The weather is not bad enough for me to bear, Your Highness." I answered him respectfully.
"I'm glad you think so." He poured two glasses of red wine at the table and handed me one: "Have a glass! We can talk."
"Okay, Your Highness." I took the wine glass with both hands. When I met my boss for the first time, I didn't want to act like a blessed knight. I am now a soldier.
"That's right, there are a lot of rumors about your past... but I don't care. As a commander, I mostly see with my eyes." The prince took a sip of wine and spoke gently.
He said to me: "I just want you to understand one thing, that is, we have to work together for a period of time. I personally hope that we can cooperate better."
"Okay, Your Highness."
"I'm not ordering you. You know I have no right to ask for the Divine Blessing Knight." The prince smiled: "But as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, I am troubled every day. I have too much work to take care of some things.
Little things.”
"Your Highness," I asked obediently, "What is the little thing you are talking about?"
"The definition of the size of things... this involves more philosophy." The prince looked at me and said: "This is what the Divine Blessing Knight is good at. How can a person without wisdom be a Divine Blessing Knight?"
"Please forgive me for being rude." I nodded and said, "Then your important job every day is..."
"Of course it's a meeting with the temple officials to decide on some things you don't need to know."
The prince smiled approvingly: "As for the training of your unit... you can do it yourself!"
"Yes!" I understood what the prince meant: "I understand."
"I'm glad you understand that." The prince walked back to the table: "Are you going to see your troops now? They are stationed two days away from here."
"Okay, Your Highness. Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"
"No more, but I believe you will notice some details." The prince replied to me: "General Winterhal, please lead the way for the Divine Blessing Knight to pick up his things."
"Yes, Your Highness the Prince." Winterhal stood at the door: "Knight of Divine Blessing, please go this way."
"Goodbye, Your Highness."
Carl Ulysses smiled at me and buried his head in the pile of official documents again.
After receiving everything to prove my identity and the roster of troops, I walked out of the small building accompanied by Winterhal.
"Oh! The temple has assigned a lot of officers to my legion." I looked at the roster in my hand and asked the female general next to me: "Why does the temple still care about this?"
"Those officers were temporarily transferred from various countries by the temple some time ago. They are basically noble children." Winterhal answered me: "Don't worry, they will all be transferred before the war."
"Transferred?" My voice became louder: "Are they here for vacation? Is my army a tourist group?"
"Pretty much, the Ninth Legion doesn't have a good reputation anyway."
"What do you mean, it was these people who caused it?"
"You'll know if you go and see for yourself."
After speaking, Winterhal turned around and returned to the small building, leaving me alone at the gate.
"Has a bad reputation?" I felt that the situation was not good and shouted loudly to my officer: "Mount the horse! Go directly to the Ninth Army Corps. Jack, go and ask the people in the depot to follow!"
It was a two-day journey, and we had arrived one day and one night.
The camp of the Ninth Army was next to a small town. I did not pass by the town and led the team directly towards the military camp.
At night, you can see scattered bonfires all over the camp from a distance. The central area of the camp is brightly lit and noisy. After getting closer, I actually saw a few bonfires through the fence.
Bare-butt woman!
This doesn't look like a fucking military camp, it's just a naturist camp!
I raised my right hand and made a few gestures. The officers behind me immediately divided into small groups and ran towards several gates of the camp. Several small groups began to patrol the fence, and I led the remaining people straight through the main gate.
There are people guarding the main entrance of the camp, which is really strange.
"Stop!" A major officer stood in the middle of the road, with a row of soldiers standing behind him: "This is the camp of the Ninth Army Corps. If you want to find our commander, go to the military headquarters!"
The smell of bad red wine drifted down the wind.
"What's your commander's name?" Jack asked him on horseback.
"Who knows! Anyway, he hasn't arrived yet." The major officer said carelessly: "The person in charge of the camp now is Brigadier General York Ball, and he is not here either."
"Boss, this guy is a noble. Look at the marks on his armor." Haiert whispered to me: "The soldiers behind him don't have slave marks on their faces. They should be his personal soldiers."
"Then when will your commander come back?" I patted my horse and stepped forward: "I have something to discuss with him."
"It's hard to say, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow." The major at the gate looked at me carefully: "Anyway, you don't want to come in today...Who are you?"
"Me?" I kicked him in the face, then lifted up my cloak, revealing the military rank on my shoulders and the tie on my collar: "My name is Cohen Keda!"
Before the major officer's personal soldiers had time to react, they were all defeated.
"Ask them about the situation in the camp." I said, "Anyone who doesn't tell the truth will be hanged by me!"
"yes!"
Soon after, Geert came to report to me.
"Boss, all the people with higher military ranks in the camp have gone to town, and they throw cards every day to decide who will go out to play." He said, "The rest are the unlucky ones, and the soldiers are locked in tents by them.
"
In fact, he didn't need to say anything, and I understood that the situation was serious. Think about it, the gate of a military camp with tens of thousands of people has been "occupied" by us for so long, and no one came out to ask... This shows the level of chaos in this army.
"Carlos, tie them up first." I said, "We go in, and you lead people to watch outside. No matter who comes back or goes out, take them all down!"
"Yes!" Carlos asked a little confused: "But what excuse should I use?"
"Excuse...the military appearance is not in good shape, the spirit is weak, and you can urinate and defecate anywhere!"
"Understood!" Carlos nodded heavily: "I promise not to let anyone go!"
I waved my hand and led the people into the camp.
"Bring me out all the things that shouldn't be in the military camp!" I passed on the order: "Knock all the officers out for me, no explanation is needed."
The military camp is very large, but the facilities inside are easy to distinguish.
The slave soldiers slept in large tents, which were dark and shabby, so there was no need to look at them. The officers I brought with me were all spread out, in groups of five, and they first used the "touch sentry" formation to search for low-ranking soldiers one by one.
A two-person dome tent for the officers' accommodation.
According to the organizational system, the tents of junior officers were set up next to the tents of the soldiers, which was easy to handle. After a muffled groan, all the people inside were tied up, gagged, tied in a string, and pulled in front of my horse.
"Ah..." "Oh..." "Eh..."
There was a slave soldier tent next to me. The slave soldiers in the big tent had woken up and looked sleepily at the suffering of their commander. What surprised me was that no one made a loud warning or something like that.
...In fact, they were all blinking their eyes excitedly and licking their lips with their tongues, looking gloating.
With such soldiers, my prospects are not very good. If I were accidentally caught on the battlefield... they would probably watch me leave with such an expression!
"Sir! The perimeter has been cleared."
"Sir! The mid-level officer's single tent is already being cleaned!"
"Sir! Two more were arrested at the main gate!"
Every piece of news was delivered to me quickly, and more and more officers were being arrested. There were over a hundred people piled up next to me. They were twisting their bodies uneasily, and kept saying "Woo, ow" in their mouths.
?Woo!" noise.
I felt happy and worried at the same time. I was happy that the officers I brought from the darkness performed very well, but I was worried about the quality of everyone in this military camp.
What is this? We have thousands of people and we have successfully attacked the camp! This is a legion!
A legion of tens of thousands of people...is this what it is?
"It's almost time. Let's go to the big tent." I said, "Bring these people with you!"
The command tent in the center of the camp was brightly lit. Judging from the sounds coming out, some people were singing and laughing and playing. There were a dozen soldiers holding weapons or bottles of wine scattered outside the tent. Occasionally, they came from the tent.
The female screams coming from inside made them overjoyed.
More than a dozen officers from the Guards crouched down and quietly sneaked past various obstacles. After assigning targets, they notified the elven officers behind them with gestures. At the moment when the soldiers were paralyzed by the elves' magic, they lay on the ground.
The officers jumped up, helped the soldiers catch various things that fell from their hands, and then helped them lower their bodies slowly.
"Hey hey hey..." By the way, I have to help them laugh a few times.
I dismounted and walked over surrounded by a group of sturdy officers.
"The color of this tent is really ugly." I thought about it and said to the people around me: "Tear it down for me!"
No one hesitated at my order. To the orc officers, who were extremely powerful, not being able to tear such a tent apart was simply an insult to them.
"Puff! Puff!" This is the wooden stakes that fixed the tent being pulled up.
"Silk - silk - silk!" This is the sound of the tent cloth being decomposed.
"Creak - ah - bang!" This is the sound of the pillar collapsing.
"Wow - help!" This is... It goes without saying!
After the smoke and dust dissipated, under the illumination of countless magic torches all around, the several disheveled senior officers sitting in the open space looked particularly funny.
"You - who are you?" It took a long time before an officer with a woman in his arms came back to his senses: "What do you want to do! This is the camp of the Ninth Army!"
I poked Helter with my finger, then pointed at the officers, and Helter strode over.
There was a sound of "Pa!", and the officer was slapped hard in the face first. Helter asked him loudly: "What is your job? You bastard!"
I swear, I didn’t teach Haiert this dirty word!
"I...I am York Power's adjutant..." The officer's face swelled up: "Who are you?"
"I can tell you who I am." I stepped forward and said, "I am Cohen Keda, your immediate boss."
It took the adjutant a long time to point his finger at me: "You...you are..."
"Pah!" He received another slap in the face, and Haiert yelled: "Call sir! You bastard!"
"Haert, don't hit him." I pointed at the woman in the officer's arms: "Who is she?"
"Sir...this woman is from the town." He replied. Hearing my request not to beat him, he smiled gratefully at me.
I nodded and continued to ask: "Where is your commander?"
"Went to the hotel in town."
"Which one?"
"See what you said, sir." He sniffed: "There is only one hotel in this town."
"What's he going to do there?"
"Sir, you know, this is desolate." He said, "That's why the hotel is also doing the business of a brothel."
I let out a long sigh and laughed twice: "The Ninth Legion! Ha! This is the Ninth Legion! Haiert!"
"yes!"
"Take three hundred people with me and go to the town to have fun!" I said: "Jack! Gather all the slave soldiers! When I come back, I want to see these people neatly dressed..."
I paused and pointed at a few "senior" officers who were still sitting on the ground: "They must be hanged at the main gate of the camp with their clothes neatly dressed!" (To be continued)