Only after Captain Yales led him through the door did Captain Source truly understand the meaning of what the other party had just said.
General Esmond, whom Captain Sowers regarded as his idol, was indeed there, but he was no longer the focus of the Ranger Captain's eyes. His eyes could not help but be attracted by another person.
This is a stalwart man. Even sitting there, he is a head taller than an ordinary person. His waist is as straight as a javelin, his face is square, as if carved from marble, and his eyes are deep. He seems to have the magic power to penetrate people's hearts. He does not
If you make any special expression, you will have an aura of calmness and authority.
This person is none other than the Archduke Cedric, the patriarch of the Strachey family, the guardian of the Broken Blood Castle, and the maternal grandfather of Princess Regent Sophilia.
How is this an ordinary intelligence inquiry?
This is basically the highest military meeting of the Blood Castle, chaired by Archduke Cedric himself.
Everyone present here is a senior officer of the Broken Mouth Blood Fort. Yarus, who has been promoted to captain here, is not even qualified to be ranked. He is not even qualified to stand. He can get in only because of Sol.
Miss the captain's light.
No wonder, on the way here, Captain Yales kept his face expressionless and pretended to be serious, without giving any hint. He was also a young man who was temporarily captured. He was so confused that he had no idea what was going on.
The information you brought back is so valuable?
Captain Sowers himself was a little embarrassed.
However, as a veteran ranger who has been fighting in the Odin prairie for nearly ten years through thick and thin, his self-control ability is absolutely outstanding, because this is what he eats.
If he had made a fuss under the slightest circumstance, he would not have had the chance to stand here and would have died countless times. After all, it is not uncommon for them to have a knife on their neck.
Even if there is any expression, 99% of it is just acting.
It's just that the current big scene is far beyond his experience, and he doesn't know what kind of expression is appropriate.
He can only choose to remain unchanged in response to all changes and show the military qualities of a professional soldier. Although it will not add points to himself, it will not deduct points from himself.
While Captain Source was quickly observing the situation, the senior officials of Brokenhead Blood Castle who were present were also looking at him with scrutinizing eyes, and many of them couldn't help but show a look of admiration.
He rushed back after a long journey and only had time to eat a hot meal in the guard barracks. He had not had time to take a hot bath or change his clothes. He was still dressed as an Odin orc.
Although Captain Sauls usually pays great attention to his personal appearance, conditions are limited on the Odin Prairie. Not to mention hot baths, there is almost no opportunity to take cold baths, and it is impossible to take them.
Because of the general environment, most Odin orcs don't have the habit of bathing. If they act too clean, aren't they telling others that there is something wrong with them?
As a good ranger, you will never make such a stupid mistake.
In other words, the smell on Captain Source's body now is very strong. Blood, sweat, dirt, horse manure, etc. are mixed together and can be clearly distinguished from several meters away. In a confined space, it is even stronger.
However, none of the senior officials of the Broken Mouth Blood Castle frowned.
Those who can sit in this position are all people with outstanding achievements, step by step, stepping on countless blood and bones.
As for those who are just pretending to be fake?
There is no such thing in the Broken Mouth Blood Castle. Even if there was originally, the bones have been cold for who knows how long.
These generals do not pay attention to gorgeous appearance, nor do they care about beautiful words. Sharp weapons like this, which have a rough appearance but have been polished to the extreme on the inside, are the most lovable.
Even though Captain Sauls was just poking there like a javelin, in fact, his whole body was in a half-stretched state. With a single order, he would transform into the most ferocious predator.
It's not what he wants to do, but out of instinct.
This is what a Broken Ranger should look like.
They are both satisfied with the performance of Captain Sauls and are also proud that all this was accomplished under their leadership.
Archduke Cedric turned his head and looked at Esmond on the left and said: "These are your soldiers. I will leave the inquiry to you."
"As you command, Your Majesty." General Esmond said forcefully.
Archduke Cedric is already taller than ordinary people. General Esmond is even taller than him, even taller than many Odin orcs. Sitting on a chair, he is shoulder to shoulder with ordinary people standing. Although he is only one-eighth taller
He is of Odin orc blood, but his characteristics as an Odin orc are very strong.
His more eye-catching image is actually not suitable for becoming a ranger, because no matter where he goes, his outstanding appearance will become the focus of others' attention.
But the more this happens, the more it reflects the extraordinary achievements he made in the Odin Prairie.
He and Archduke Cedric sat side by side, more like brothers than father and son.
This phenomenon is not unique to them, it is very common in top knight families with prosperous families.
It's hard to tell their age simply by looking at them.
Archduke Cedric looks like he is less than fifty, but in fact, he is ninety-three.
General Esmond looks to be in his early forties, but he has been famous in the Byron League for more than forty years. He is over seventy this year, and his grandchildren are almost middle-aged.
If Grand Duke Cedric is described as calm and self-defeating, General Esmond is a bit ferocious. His beard is like a lion's sideburns, but his eyes are peaceful, revealing this.
There is a melancholic aura that does not match his appearance.
When he looked at Captain Southall, his eyes became softer, and he seemed to see the shadow of his youth in him, and asked: "Soldier, tell me about the information you brought back. Just report it according to the normal procedure.
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"As you command, sir." Captain Sauls made a military salute. He didn't even have time to organize his words before he opened his mouth and said, "The mission of our eighth ranger team is to track and monitor the eight major forces directly under the royal court of the Theodin Empire.
One of the core tribes is the Tiger Claw Tribe. This tribe has been very active in recent years. Their chief is a staunch supporter of the current emperor of the Theodin Empire, Black Tiger Ulan Bage. In recent years, they have been playing the role of a vanguard.
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"Continue." The look of satisfaction in General Esmond's eyes became even stronger. Everyone present basically knows the information Captain Southall said, but as a Ranger team leader, it is very important to know this.
It’s not easy.
This shows that the other party is not only satisfied with his own job, but also does a lot of background checks in order to do better. This quality is not something that ordinary captains have.
Having this kind of big-picture perspective doesn't necessarily mean you're going to be outstanding.
Compared to those who don't, it is possible to be more likely to be top-notch. Give him a chance and he might be able to soar into the sky.
"In the past two months, messengers from the Royal Court and the Tiger Claw Tribe have been communicating very frequently. This month, the Tiger Claw Tribe has begun to assemble its warriors and warriors on a large scale. Before I led the team back, they had already assembled nearly 30,000 elite cavalry.
, driving countless cattle and sheep, probably no less than 500,000.
The movement of their tribe is also moving closer to other core tribes. This is a standard joint action posture, and it is most likely a borderline operation led by the Tiger Tribe Royal Court.
Therefore, I activated the Ranger emergency response regulations and asked my deputy team to continue tracking and monitoring the Tiger Claw tribe with half of the manpower. I first returned to Blood Castle to report the intelligence."
"Where were you on your way back? Did you find anything special?" Every question from General Esmond pointed directly to the key points.
"On the way back, in order to prevent our whereabouts from being exposed, we stayed day and night to avoid the Odin orc tribes. However, the interconnections between the Odin orc tribes were obviously much more numerous and closer than usual.
We have caught tongues several times. These people have limited knowledge. They only know that the Theodin Empire will have a major military operation recently. They have no idea how big the operation will be or when it will be launched.
The information I have in hand is limited, and I dare not speculate or influence the judgment of the generals." Captain Southall answered truthfully. He did not exaggerate the information he brought back just because he wanted to show off. That was true.
Stupid behavior.
"Very good." Esmond nodded with satisfaction and looked around, "Generals, is there anything else you want to ask?"
"The news that Flying Eagle came back to collect is more detailed than this. You already know everything you need to know. Now it's just an experienced Ranger captain who happened to come back and authenticate the two parts of the news. What else can be done?"
Asked." Another general who was not tall but extremely thick said with a smile.
Captain Southall knew him. He was one of the top five figures in Broken Mouth Blood Castle and the number one general of Broken Mouth Blood Cavalry. He was known as Pedro the Tearer.
General Pedro turned to look at Captain Southall and said with a smile: "Young man, I see that your overall view and decision-making ability are quite good. It would be too wasteful to just be a Ranger captain.
Not interested in coming to help me? Join the Broken Mouth Blood Cavalry? With your qualifications, you have to start as a Centurion."
"Bald man, what do you mean? Are you poaching me so blatantly? Do you think I'm out of breath? No matter the war horses or equipment, it's up to you to choose the best one every time. If you're a little bit more outstanding, you'll go for it.
I mean, don't be so greedy."
General Esmond slammed the table and stood up, almost spitting on Pedro's face.
"If all the excellent rangers are poached by you, who will provide you with accurate information in the future? What's the use of having the most elite cavalry?"
"What are you so excited about? You don't know how to recognize people, why don't you allow me to discover talents?" General Pedro is a thick and strong man, but the temper he is showing now is much more sinister.
"You're just trying to find talent, you're just poaching." General Esmond said reluctantly.
Because this is not the first time this has happened.
Compared with the Broken Mouth Rangers, the Broken Mouth Blood Cavalry has a long history and a great reputation. It is known as the best cavalry in the world. It is the dream of countless knights to join them.
Many people are struggling to get in, not to mention there is a general who prefers to use ready-made talents rather than cultivate them himself.
In the past, General Pedro only did it in private, and General Esmond could still turn a blind eye. After all, the Broken Blood Knight was the mainstay of the Broken Blood Castle, and it had always been the trump card under the direct command of Archduke Cedric.
It is the default thing to give priority to various resources, including personnel.
The Broken Mouth Rangers have a certain degree of autonomy because of the special nature of their troop sources. Otherwise, like other arms, they would have to wait until the Broken Mouth Blood Cavalry picks up provinces and no longer needs them before they can have their share.
People fight for a breath, and Buddha receives a stick of incense.
Now that General Pedro has brought this matter to the table, General Esmond has no way to give in, not even for his father's face.
General Pedro looked like he was sure of winning, and said with a smile: "We can't be too overbearing in this kind of thing. It depends on the opinions of the parties involved. If they are willing to come, we will fight with blood, and you can do it too, Lion Head."
You can’t stop it, right?”
"Okay, let's ask the person involved for his opinion." The other party's appearance made Esmond have the urge to rush up and punch him, but he suppressed it. This kind of thing is not something that can be done with a big fist.
The solution depends on the internal cohesion of your own army.
"Soldier, let's make a choice. Are you going to join the Blood Cavalry to develop? Or continue to serve our rangers?" Esmond said as soon as he spoke.
The eyes of the senior officials of the Blood Castle present all fell on Captain Southall.
What the hell is this?
I just came back to report information?
What does this matter to me?
I'm just an insignificant soldier. I can just carry out whatever arrangements you make. Why should I choose?
Isn't this bullying?
Captain Southall was dumbfounded and screamed wildly in his heart. At this moment, he couldn't keep calm. He felt like a weak lamb being targeted by countless wild beasts, pitiful and helpless.
Sweat flowed down his forehead like a waterfall, and his back was soaked in a few minutes.
Captain Southall's eyes neither stayed on General Esmond nor General Pedro, but kept looking at Archduke Cedric at the top.
He is the only person in this room who can stop this thing and prevent himself from having to make a choice.
Unexpectedly, Captain Southall's sneak peek was caught by Archduke Cedric. The other party was looking at him with a kind of interest. It seemed that he had the magic power to understand everything. The young Ranger Captain's
Little thoughts have no place to hide.
Captain Southall secretly yelled, "Looking at this posture, His Excellency the Grand Duke is also ready to watch the fun and see how he chooses."
Originally, he thought that today was his lucky day. He could become familiar with many high-level officials in the Broken Blood Castle. Even if he didn't become famous in the future, he would still gain face by bragging.
I never thought it was a super lucky day, the kind possessed by the goddess of luck, but this kind of luck came too big and suddenly, and my small body couldn't handle it.
Duankou Xueqiu!
This is an olive branch from Broken Mouth Blood Rider.
Handed out by the chief general of Broken Mouth Blood Cavalry. In Broken Mouth Blood Castle, who doesn’t know that the First Legion led by General Pedro is the ace among aces. Every soldier is carefully selected and has experienced hundreds of battles.
of.
Don't look at what the opponent throws out is just a Centurion, it's so valuable that it's scary.
Let's put it this way. If any of the knights of the Broken Mouth Blood Cavalry are randomly selected and placed in other territories, they will all be competing for it. It is not easy to become a centurion or a guard captain.
The centurion of the Broken Mouth Blood Cavalry leads a hundred such elite knights.
What can a broken centurion do?
They can easily capture a town with tens of thousands of people.
They can overwhelm a small to medium-sized Odin orc tribe of ten thousand people.
They can drill through hundreds of kilometers like a drill in the Odin Steppe.
This is not just a boast, but they have indeed created such a brilliant record.
All this is based on their strict to almost harsh selection and training system.
If that cavalry was composed entirely of real knights, their combat effectiveness would not be weak either.
The only flaw of the Broken Mouth Blood Riders is their numbers. Even at their peak, they never exceeded tens of thousands.
If they could have one hundred thousand broken blood knights, according to the character of Grand Duke Cedric, they would have crossed the vast Odin Prairie and wiped out the two royal families of the Tiger Clan and the Lion Clan.
Captain Southall's original dream was not to join the Broken Mouth Rangers, but to join the Broken Mouth Blood Riders.
It's a pity that at that time, he had a common problem among young people. He had a high vision but a low hand. His basic qualities as a bloodrider simply brushed him off.
I was forced to join the Broken Mouth Rangers, hoping to hone myself through this profession. The ultimate goal was to join the Broken Mouth Blood Cavalry.
But the problem is, this is not the time, nor is it the current method.
Because humans are all creatures with emotions.
He has been with the Broken Range Rangers for a full ten years and has long had a strong affection for this group.
In fact, five years ago, he had already met the standards in all aspects and had the qualifications to join the Broken Mouth Blood Cavalry, but he has not chosen to be transferred. Is it because of his special feelings for this group and his reluctance to let go of the commander who was kind to him?
He couldn't bear to be separated from his brother who shared life and death with him.
Especially when General Esmond looked at him with an expectant look, the dreams he once had seemed not so important.