The lords and nobles of Manyu's army, including Duke Borg, didn't care about Bastille, they just didn't trust Crest the Fox. They needed to wait for their own people to verify the accuracy of the information before they could take action.
It had been two weeks since Crest the Fox was invited to the Duke's Palace again, and at this time, the news that Bastille had been captured by the Andis mountain people had spread throughout the streets of Solo City.
Some said that this time the Andis mountaineers dispatched tens of thousands of troops and killed hundreds of people in the Bastille, blood flowed into rivers, and the entire Bastille was turned into a sieve.
Some also said that there were traitors inside the Bastille, who opened the city gates and let the Andis mountaineers in. They were all slaughtered from top to bottom.
Others say that the Andis mountaineers who captured the Bastille were not ordinary Andis mountain people who were enslaved by them, but were of mixed blood with the group of blood-drinking barbarians from the Kentana Icefield. Each one of them was eight feet tall and had a waist circumference of
Eight feet tall, his body was covered with one foot long black hair, he could walk as fast as flying, and he was extremely powerful. Once he fell into their hands, he would be worse than dead, and the corpses of the Bastille soldiers would become their food.
Others say that the Andean army is gathering. The Bastille is now so crowded that there is almost no room to stand. It won’t be long before they come like a flood, recreating the tragic scene of locusts thirty years ago.
All kinds of rumors were flying all over the sky. Even Crest the Fox stayed in the hotel without leaving home and heard no less than ten versions, each one more mysterious than the last.
In particular, the word "human locust" aroused the sensitive nerves of some middle-aged and elderly people who came from that era. One by one, they nervously began to pack up their belongings. If there was the slightest disturbance, they were ready to run away with their whole family.
More people are excited, especially young people who are eager to make achievements.
Over the years, the general environment of Manyu Army has been relatively stable. Although there are some internal turmoils, they are all small and small. Before they could reach a large scale, they were killed by Duke Borg. The last legion battle involving thousands of people has already happened.
This happened ten years ago. This is not good news for those young people who are eager to use military merit to escape their background.
Now the Bastille has shown them the hope of war, and they are running around excitedly, advocating the necessity of war, while thinking of ways to join the army, hoping to take this opportunity to express themselves, gain military exploits, and get rid of their current living conditions.
The entire territory of Solo City was filled with the atmosphere of war.
The past two weeks have not been easy for Sly Fox Kleist. The two guards from the Duke's Palace who sent him back did not go back. In name, they were protecting his safety, but in fact they put him under house arrest.
During this period, many lords and nobles visited him with various names, but all of them were extremely arrogant and self-respecting. They not only wanted to get first-hand information from him, but also distrusted him and did not want to have anything to do with him.
relation.
The only one with a relatively low profile and a solicitous intent was Pallest, but he was in a big hole. Unless he was kicked in the head by a donkey, how could he have the rashness to get involved in a vortex for the succession of a military leader?
Entering the Duke's Palace again is a completely different experience.
Compared to two weeks ago, the Duke's Palace is obviously much more lively. People come and go in expensive clothes, their leather boots are polished to a shine, they have to look at the sky at 60 degrees, walking is like measuring, and they have to cough twice to breathe evenly before speaking.
, singing a pure opera aria, as if not doing so would not be enough to demonstrate the nobility of their status.
There were many familiar faces among them. They were obviously people who had visited him in the past two weeks. Compared with the poker faces they had last time they met, this time they had fake smiles on their faces to show that they could no longer be fake.
Your own affection.
Obviously, this is the effect of his new title of so-called Second Military Minister of the Duke's Palace. This may also be the only role of this title. What kind of military minister is a military minister who only listens but has no right to advise?
Regardless of the royal capital or the territorial capital, these people's faces are exactly the same.
When the war call order from the Duke's Palace was issued, the response speed of the local noble lords was much faster than Fox Crest had expected. When many local nobles attended the war meeting at the Duke's Palace, private armies had already assembled.
Finished, on the way to the capital.
What the Andis mountaineers did in the Bastille poked holes in the lungs of the entire Manju army and touched their fundamental interests, so they couldn't help but worry.
While Foxcrest was half asleep, the tone of the conquest of Bastille had been set. In this process, his purpose was nothing more than to describe the information that was almost finished.
Fox Crest had no idea how useful the information he controlled from two and a half weeks ago would be.
He had seen with his own eyes the terrifying efficiency of that strange Andis mountaineer army. Half a month was enough for them to demolish every inch of the Bastille, and it was possible to build a more magnificent defense system.
But these words can only be kept in the stomach, because no one will believe them if they say it. In the eyes of these noble Lords, the mountain people in the Andes Mountains are synonymous with barbarism, poverty, backwardness, ignorance, and are still in an uncivilized state.
, we must have relied on the clichéd crowd tactics to capture the Bastille.
In their view, the surprise attack described by the fox was simply an exaggeration to cover up his own incompetence, which was also the main reason why he was not trusted.
As a fat little local baron said, "What tactics do a group of monkeys who have just come down from the mountain know about tactics?"
No matter how loud you are, it is impossible to wake up people who are pretending to be asleep, especially those smart people who think they are right. Faced with such people, Clyst the Fox can only choose to remain silent, say more and make more mistakes, and do not say anything.
Of course, that's right. As for whether something will happen in the future, that's their own business.
What's abuzz in the Duke's palace now is the debate about the supreme commander of the army.
"The fall of the Bastille is related to the entire industrial layout of our military leadership, with daily losses exceeding tens of thousands of dollars. This has been the top priority of our military leadership for more than ten years. I think such a major event cannot be highlighted unless the Duke is personally in charge of it.
We have the confidence and momentum to win, and at the same time, we can also show our majestic and mighty military posture to the surrounding gangsters, so that they can stay calm and not dare to mess around."
The person who put forward this initiative seems to be full of good intentions, but actually contains murderous intentions. Not to mention the danger of going to the battlefield in person, Duke Borg's current terrifying size can only be carried by the Kodo giant beast of the Kentana barbarians.
For him, a long journey would cost him half his life.
"How can a group of uncivilized savages be worthy of the Duke leading an army? From what I see, when the Duke is in charge of the capital, maintaining stability in the rear is more important. Our Manyu army has many talented generals, and you can just choose any general.
With this great responsibility, as long as we can win a beautiful battle at the Bastille, our military leadership will naturally show off its military prowess."
Naturally, there are flatterers who take the initiative to rescue Duke Borg, even if the other party doesn't see him, he likes this kindness.
"I think it is most appropriate for Lord Philippe to go on the expedition in place of Lord Duke. Baron Philippe has been assisting in the defense of Broken Blood Castle for the past ten years and has made outstanding achievements in battle. When the name of Philip Phelan, the young master of Manyu, is mentioned, even those
Odin's orcs are also trembling. If he leads the army, he will surely be invincible and conquer all attacks."
"You said it yourself, Baron Philip is assisting in the defense of Broken Blood Castle. It's thousands of kilometers back and forth. Could it be that our army has gathered together and is just waiting for the commander to be in place? What's more, we are stationed at Broken Blood Castle.
That is the top priority of the entire alliance. Every winter, it is the time when those beasts are knocking at the edge most fiercely. If Baron Philip is recalled at this time, wouldn't it be a joke for others to see our military leader Manyu? You are a dignified person.
We are so short of military leaders that to deal with a group of uncivilized barbarians, we need to dispatch a commander thousands of miles away? You don’t think it’s embarrassing, I still think it’s embarrassing!”
"Why do you want to look far away from the near? Baron Patram is in the capital, and he is in charge. He can also represent the Duke. In recent years, Baron Patram has grown up for all to see. He is doing things steadily and has a lot of achievements.
What the father-brother style lacks now is the opportunity for experience. When the time comes, it will be no problem to equip him with a stable general and a small Bastille."
The selection of the commander-in-chief was divided between the first and second-in-line heirs of the Faerun family. As for the desert lion Duke Borg, he was eager to try and wanted to go to war in person. However, his direct lineage, from top to bottom, did not
A person who supports him, the implication is self-evident, your physical condition is already like this, don't take away what the young man does.
The remaining two factions were evenly matched, and the two factions were at loggerheads, with each of them blushing, as if they were competing not for a temporary commander, but for the supreme ruler of the Manyu Army.
To be honest, Philip, the first heir of the Faerun family, has an advantage. His name was gained during the war with the Odin orcs. Not to mention the leader of the Manyu army, even in the entire Byron
The league is also a young talent with a small reputation.
His biggest disadvantage is that he himself is not in the territorial capital, but in the Broken Blood Fortress thousands of kilometers away. Even if he receives the news and rushes back non-stop, it will take at least two weeks for the entire army to wait here.
It is obviously unrealistic. When the heavy snow falls, this battle will not need to be fought this year.
When it was first suggested that he personally lead the army to go on an expedition, Duke Borg still looked interested. After the resolution was completely rejected, he became like Kleist, sleeping all day long and wandering around. Although he didn't have the impatience in his heart.
It was revealed directly, but it also indirectly showed that he had long been annoyed by this succession dispute.
These blind bastards are so eager for his early death? He is still in his prime, and it is not a problem to sit in this position for another thirty years. Is it too early to find a new master for himself now? Even if the new master
They are his two biological sons.
"Patram!" Duke Borg supported his body with force to make his body more upright, and made the final decision with a final word.
It's not that the following argument has a result, but that he is too lazy to continue listening. Anyway, it doesn't matter which of the two sons is in command. It's just a nice name. The one who really controls the army is his own general, who can control it remotely from the capital.