He calmed down and walked in. The matter they had just discussed would not be put on the agenda until the end of the war at the earliest.
Looking around, I saw that they arrived late, and almost all the other noble lords had arrived.
This made the young baron even more dissatisfied. It was obvious that he was the last one to receive the notice. This was as if he, the supreme commander, was being transparent. He sat down in his seat angrily without saying a word.
"I've called you all here because the sentinel at the front has sent a very unusual message."
The person who spoke was none other than General Christopher, who filled Patlem with opinions. This civilian general from a farmer's family could only be described as ordinary in appearance.
There is nothing outstanding about his appearance, his complexion is dark, he is neither tall nor short, and even the muscles on his body are not obvious. Many irregular knights are more developed than him. People who don't know his identity think he is a land digger.
No one would associate him with a farmer who eats food and a champion knight known as a humanoid monster.
"What unusual news? Could it be that the other party has left the city and is preparing to fight us head-on?"
"On the contrary, all the opponent's outposts have been withdrawn. No one is left. Our outposts have reached the base of the Bastille."
"This is normal. Our army is pressing forward. What's the use of their hundreds of outposts? If they are not enough for us to charge, they will naturally have to retreat."
"If this is all, I won't bother you all to make a trip. Just now, another sentry reported that Bastille is now an empty city."
"What?"
"Empty city?"
"Could there be a mistake?"
"There is no mistake. Several groups of sentinels have returned and brought back the same information. We are now preparing manpower to go in and investigate!"
"The other party abandoned the city and ran away?"
"Cowards! Shameless cowards! How could they abandon the city and escape? What will happen to our military exploits?"
"Chase, we must chase, even if we chase into the mountains, we must find these cowards, kill all the men, and turn all the women and children into slaves."
"Idiot, aren't you afraid that this is a trap set by others, just waiting for you to crash into it?"
"Trap? Are you kidding me? How big is the trap that can hold so many of us? Even if there was a trap, it was crushed by them."
For a moment, the entire general's camp turned into a pot of gruel. It was obvious that the other party's reaction was completely beyond their expectations. According to their usual logical thinking, after the mountain people occupied the Bastille, they should hold on to the city. This way
What you do has the best chance of winning.
Fortunately now, their army has been assembled and they are about to arrive, but they find that their enemies are gone. It feels like a heavy punch hitting a ball of cotton, which makes people vomit blood in an uncomfortable manner.
"Although such a situation is unexpected, it is also reasonable. The other party is in a state of disarray after all. Seeing that our army is about to arrive, we are afraid that we will not be able to defend it, so of course we have to flee." Patram sneered.
"That's good. It saves us trouble. As long as we capture the Bastille, our mission will be half completed. Those idiots think that if we give up the Bastille, we will let him go? Can they leave the Bastille?
If you run away, you can’t possibly lose Mount Andis as well, right?”
"If you want military exploits and trophies, just go directly to the opponent's lair and grab them. What Bolton was able to accomplish when he led a group of greedy people, can't it be possible for so many of us nobles and nobles to do it? When the time comes, let's just do it.
The big one will turn the entire Andis Mountains upside down, drive out all the mountain people, and turn them into our slaves."
"That's right. Even if they can run, they won't be able to get out of the Andes Mountains. The best we can do is spend more time and walk more mountainous roads."
"What are you waiting for? Get on the road quickly and try to spend the night in the Bastille tonight. This will save the other party from regretting it and running back. Do you really want to fight a tough battle? You are all veterans. You don't know how to attack.
In a city battle, how high is the mortality rate of the attacking side? They are all soldiers brought out by myself, so if you can lose one less, you will lose one less."
"General, what are you waiting for? Give the order!"
Since Christopher introduced the situation, he has been frowning as he watched the quarrel among the people. He originally wanted to find something useful from their quarrel, but the final conclusion was that they were all a group of vulgar and incompetent people, including the second in command of the Phelan family.
The heir, Patram.
The first thing they thought of was their own interests. None of them looked at the other party's perspective and analyzed the other party's intentions with a tactical eye. Did they have any deep meaning in doing so? Did the other party really think that the Andis mountain people were a bunch of incompetent pigs?
, waiting for them to slaughter?
They have all forgotten that the Andis Mountain People were the most orthodox bloodline of the Andis Empire back then. The most important thing among them was all kinds of geniuses, whether they were normal or crazy.
Even under their hundreds of years of continuous suppression, they still stand firm in the mountains of Andis. On the contrary, their presence is becoming more and more common in the Byron League.
"Your Majesty General, I think we should treat this with caution." A relatively unfamiliar voice interrupted Christopher's divergent thoughts.
"Who are you? This is the highest military meeting. Who gives you the qualification to speak?"
"How did an untitled knight sneak in? Where are the guards? Have the guards' eyes been pecked by eagles?"
The person who spoke was Conrad, who was dressed as a bodyguard next to Patram. It didn't matter that he opened his mouth, but he got himself into trouble first.
In this hierarchical world, his lack of foundation is his most fatal weakness. Although he has been with Patram for some time, this extremely possessive young baron is afraid that he will leave him after he becomes famous.
He was only allowed to serve as a bodyguard and advisor by his side, and he was not even given a title of knight.
Normally, as long as you stand next to Patram, others will be polite, but in this formal occasion, some people take the opportunity to make trouble, which is normal, because there are many staunch supporters of Philip here.
But when Conrad spoke, he obviously had his own agenda. He didn't care about other people's reactions at all, as long as he aroused one person's interest.
As long as it can arouse his interest, this kind of accusation is nothing at all. This person is of course the most influential person in the camp - General Christopher.
"Oh?" General Christopher looked at Conrad with interest and said, "Tell me, what different opinions do you have? If it satisfies me, I won't pursue it. If it's just the same useless words, it will disturb the highest level.
Military meetings and breaking into camps are two crimes punishable at the same time. What do you think?"
"It all depends on the general."
"Your Majesty General, you are wise and this is the appropriate way to deal with it."
"Let's see what's so special about this new staff officer next to the Baron."
Even though he had been prepared, Conrad's forehead was slightly sweaty at the moment. The champion knight was worthy of being a champion knight. One look could bring so much pressure to someone. The other person's eyes seemed to have the magical ability to penetrate people's hearts, as if all his tricks were blocked.
The other party sees through it and has nothing to hide from.
This person was really the same person as the dirty man in his intelligence. At this moment, Conrad's heart began to beat.
However, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. He seemed to be able to detect the dissatisfied gaze of Patram next to him, and he calmed down and said.
"Everyone knows nothing about Lord Bolton's strength. Even if you are careless and underestimate the enemy, it is not that simple to win a castle with thousands of troops. Let's put it in your place.
Given the location of the Andis mountaineers, how many troops can you take down the Bastille?"
"How can you make this comparison? There is no comparison between the two. We are not those barbaric and lowly mountain people..."
"Take him out." General Christopher waved his hand, and two tall guards rushed forward like wolves and tigers, and took out the little noble who was red-faced and shouting because of anger.
"You can't do this. I am a hereditary baron conferred by the Duke himself. I am qualified to participate in all military meetings of the military leadership. It is my right to speak freely. This is given to me by the Duke and is protected by the laws of the alliance. It is sacred and inviolable.
Infringement of power, you are abusing private power, abusing private power, I will impeach you in front of the Duke."
On the way out, the little noble kept shouting, but no one paid attention to him. Offending a powerful hereditary earl over a hereditary baron was something only a fool would do.
"It's okay to have different political opinions, but don't mess around. Otherwise, don't blame me for not saving face for him."
Christopher looked around, his eyes gleaming fiercely, "Especially political attacks are not allowed. Okay, you can go on."
"Judging from the opponent's well-trained sentries, the opponent is definitely not a group of unorganized and undisciplined guerrillas. The opponent's abandonment of Bastille may be out of fear of our military power, or it may be for tactical reasons. If it is the latter,
, we have to be on guard. If we go further, we will enter a mountainous area with large terrain, and the other party may want to ambush us." Conrad analyzed layer by layer.
"I thought it was such a great insight! After looking around for a while, I didn't say anything substantial."
The way Conrad appeared was too high-profile, and what he threw out was obviously not in line with the high-profile, which naturally caused dissatisfaction. However, he only learned from previous mistakes and this verbal attack was not too intense.
"Even if the witches from the Witches' Conclave who are proficient in divination and astrology were present in person, they would not dare to say that they would be ahead of the enemy. This is just a flattering statement in novels and classics." Conrad said plausibly.
"If we sum up the lives of those victorious generals, prudence will be the word that runs through their lives. And those generals who like to take risks and take risks are easy to achieve great victories that are glorious in the past and present, but most of them don't live long. In the end, they will be remembered by themselves.
When it comes to risks and surprises, it’s always good to be careful.”
"Be careful and you won't make a big mistake. Just by saying this, you will be exempted from the blame today!" Christopher's eyes flashed with a certain meaning, "You can never do anything again. I hope you will appear on such an occasion next time.
By that time, I already had a matching identity, otherwise, I wouldn’t be as easy to talk to as this time.”
"Thank you General for your kindness. The God of Truth bless you." Conrad bowed and thanked him.