The first thousand and forty-six chapters grandfather and grandson
The position of third marshal gave Bodrick many considerations. The first is that Bodrick is the only naval commander in Britannia and is particularly good at leading the navy, and the second-ranked naval commander is his son.
Fedmund, coupled with the fact that although the Poseidon Fleet has declared to obey the Knight King Ryan, the Poseidon knights and sailors of the Principality of Bordeleau still account for an overwhelming majority in the Poseidon Fleet, so this point alone is worth it.
A title of marshal.
In the same way, Boderick's Principality of Bordeaux was the first principality to start commercialization, industrialization and urbanization in Britannia. Due to its geographical environment, excellent deep-water ports, naval bases and large number of free people, Beaudeaux
Derek also joined Ryan's camp very early. It can be said that he is second only to Francois in supporting Ryan. Although the old Duke was busy dealing with succession issues and training his son in the later period, the Poseidon Fleet also
played an extremely important role.
Therefore, Surya, the Lady of the Lake, and Morgiana all originally ranked Bodrick fifth or fourth, but Ryan believed that he must be ranked third.
There are three marshals now. Who is the fourth marshal?
Ryan continued: "Lawn Leo Cornish!"
The fourth marshal is Lawn Leo Cornwall from Erengrad!
The whole audience held their breath for this, and many people asked puzzled questions. Upon seeing this, Ryan raised the corner of his mouth slightly. The appointment of Laun was also due to political considerations. The two sides were once in opposition to each other for the throne.
Later, after Raun failed, he chose to give up and the two sides compromised. But in fact, if Raun had not taken the initiative to stay in Erengrad and give up his power this time, he would not have been in the fourth position. Since he did so,
Then the position of fourth marshal must be given.
Laune's Marshal's Medal of Wand attire was collected by his lieutenant, the Holy Grail Knight De Leones, and will be sent to Erengrad in person soon.
"Callard de Garament!"
The fifth marshal is Kalad from the Principality of Bastogne!
There was no doubt that Callard won applause and cheers from the audience. He was over fifty this year and was in his best years. Callard, who had just been awarded the title of Lady of the Order and the title of Marquis, felt a little embarrassed in the spotlight.
On the stage, he bowed deeply first, stretched out his hands to take the large silver plate from the Lake Fairy, and then bowed again to everyone in the palace hall with some restraint.
Kalad's life is full of suffering. He lost his mother and sister when he was young. His father was poisoned by his fiancée just after he grew up. His half-brother degenerated into a vampire. It was not easy for him to have a teacher, a friend, a father and a brother.
The return of Ules and his sister Anara who had completed training as a prophet of the Lake God. As a result, Ules died in the battle of Lyonnais, Anara died in love, and Kalad personally killed his brother Belites who became a vampire.
But Kalad never succumbed to fate. He won the admiration of almost everyone with his performance. Needless to say, his series of glorious deeds, even the elves and lizard people in the New World knew his name.
"May you live up to the name of Marshal, Lord Kalad." Ryan smiled and nodded towards Kalad.
The King of Knights actually ranked Kalad sixth in the previous private discussion. The reason is also very simple. After all, Kalad is not completely loyal to Ryan. He is more like the Holy Grail under Ryan than the Holy Grail under Ryan.
Holy Grail, and Karad also has his own problems. This famous Holy Grail is a typical personal weapon.
A model of courage that is better than generals, and generals are better than military leaders. He has always been a follower, and his only experience of leading an army alone was to guard Chantilon and rescue Ehrengrad, but the entire military plan was also
Meretskov and Rokossovsky formulated the plan, so whether Callard can truly stand alone remains to be tested by time.
However, Sulia, Morgiana, and the Lady of the Lake all said in this matter that it would be best for Kalad to be ranked fifth, and in the end Ryan agreed.
"Bertrand de Nottingham!"
Bertrand, the former leader of the Bergerac Band of Thieves in the Chalon Forest, now the Chosen God of Tarr, Commander-in-Chief of the Old Guard, Baron Nottingham, and recipient of the highest Order of the Lady of the Lake, came up to accept the award. The Sixth Marshal was the true meaning of the award.
It is a bit low for a strong man from the Sanctuary who is only loyal to Ryan to be ranked at this position, but Bertrand is very satisfied with this.
Bertrand has repeatedly proven that he has the ability to stand alone. In the Battle of the Swamp of Pain, while the main force of Ryan was still behind, he had already defeated the main force of the Beastmen with a partial force and personally shot the Beastman Supreme Beast King. He was proud of this.
There is no problem with his personal bravery, and he is absolutely loyal to Ryan. Bertrand's position as marshal is well deserved.
"Konstantin Konstantinovich Rokossovsky!"
As an ethnic Ugol, Mrs. Kisler and Marshal Kislev, Rokossovsky is the first general in the history of the old world to receive the title of marshal of two countries at the same time.
The commander of the Guards Cavalry Regiment, Rokossovsky has a very glorious service resume and history. More importantly, he has shown very strong army commanding capabilities, firm will and excellent performance in a series of previous wars.
strategic and tactical capabilities.
But Rokossovsky has his own weaknesses. The marshal's offensive methods are often too fierce and risky. His battle plans are always gambling in nature, which tests the execution ability of the army and the monarch's trust in him.
Is it trustworthy enough?
Marshal Luo came on stage to receive the Marshal Medal, Marshal's dress and Marshal's scepter. He bowed to Ryan, and then bowed to the Fairy of the Lake. Being awarded the Marshal in another country made Marshal Luo feel a little bit dumbfounded and weird about time and space, but
Thinking of Kislev's current situation and the fate of his former colleagues, Luo Shuai already knew how lucky he was, so he accepted the title of marshal calmly.
"Roland Marshall!"
The eighth marshal is Roland Marshall. This former marshal of the Brittany Border Force has a big question mark whether he is loyal to Ryan or his ability. Ryan still ranks him among the top ten marshals.
To appease the veteran knights and nobles and to express gratitude to Marshal Roland.
The recognition of his strong experience in guarding the border for ten years, but obviously that's the end of it. Lane will not reuse Roland, and Roland, who has sworn allegiance to Richard and Lawn, is unlikely to suddenly change his family again. The two sides maintain this
The relationship is mutually acceptable.
"Lucien!"
The ninth marshal is Lucien. The reasons why he was chosen as marshal have been mentioned before and will not be repeated here.
"Davout!"
The last marshal was actually Nicolas Davout!
This decision made everyone's eyes shattered.
Davout’s military experience is only a few years? Now he’s a marshal?
????
Many people sitting below had displeased expressions on their faces, and the applause was sparse.
Davout took the stage with some hesitation. His steps were a little hesitant, as if he knew that he would have difficulty convincing the audience.
"Opportunities always come to those who are prepared, Davout, do you know what I will do to choose you?" At this time, the fairy in the lake spoke in person. The goddess motioned Davout to come to the stage. She smiled and said: "I see.
The reason I chose you is that you have the courage to take on tasks and stand up. You are still young, Mr. Dawu, this is the biggest reason why I chose you."
"I may not be able to bear such a heavy responsibility, my lady." The old deputy commander of the Guards lowered his head in shame: "This is too heavy for me. I think it should be awarded to better people and more valuable ones."
The object of..."
"Aren't you a better and more valuable person yourself?" The fairy in the lake motioned for Davout to come closer. As an encouragement, the goddess personally reached out and patted Davout on the shoulder: "Take it, if you think you are not enough,
Then prove to everyone that you are enough to shoulder such honor and responsibility."
"Take it, Davout, you deserve it." Ryan said with a smile.
"Yes!" Dawu no longer hesitated when he saw this. He knelt down on one knee and accepted it all.
The ceremony of canonizing the ten marshals was completed. The ten most prominent marshals in Britannia now stood in front of everyone and accepted the cheers and applause of everyone. There were banquets and ceremonies next.
However, at the scene, after all the ten marshals were revealed, a visiting distinguished guest had already raised his feet and secretly left the banquet site through the back door.
The registered name of this distinguished guest is Robert von Killerman, and his registered identity is the famous Wolf Emperor, the famous deputy of Emperor Mandred who saved the entire empire from the Skaven War and the Black Death.
The descendants of Count Robert von Killerman, who still uses the "Imperial Code of Conduct" today, and have the same name as their ancestors.
Logically speaking, this distinguished guest should have been dead for more than a thousand years, but today he appeared at the canonization site in such a grand manner, and no one at the entire banquet noticed his presence. This is really strange.
things.
"Not bad." Faced with Ryan's canonization, the visitor gave the following evaluation coldly: "Not as good as Roboute, Davout is eighth, and Bertrand is fifth."
"...to see my grandson."
…………It’s time for me to see my grandson’s dividing line…………
Just when Ryan had just finished handling the follow-up to the canonization of the ten marshals, he finally left to return to his Duke's Castle to prepare for the winter.
In early November, in central Brittany, in the Earldom of Glamorgan, the Barony of Jean, one of the earliest territories of Lane, and north of Redfish Village, the first snow in the imperial calendar year 2515 slowly fell on the sky.
, above the forest and snow fields, a huge figure in a golden helmet was pulling a relatively short and lively figure, walking among the ice and snow.
Just behind this figure, four imperial guards followed step by step, about four or five meters apart. Each of the guards could not help but show an expression of joy on their faces.
Similarly, the original World Eater, who was covered in yellow and red dwarf master-grade plate armor and carried two artifact battle axes, Angron also followed behind this huge and small figure, with a sword on one side of his face.
He was a little relieved and happy, but on the other hand he couldn't help but feel sour and jealous. When he saw that figure talking to his little nephew, he couldn't interrupt, so he could only put his hands behind his back unhappily and mumble something.
"It's such a heavy snow, Grandpa, is there such a heavy snow in Holy Terra?" The little guy who had grown very strong held his grandpa's hand very excitedly. His grandpa was so tall that the little guy couldn't bear it.
You have to raise your hands to hold grandpa.
"It has happened before, only in my memory." When the grandfather let the white snowflakes fall on his long black hair, which was parted in the middle, and heard his grandson's question, the grandfather's originally extremely cold and cold tone also changed.
Wei Wei has some emotions: "No more.
"Wow, that's a pity. I love watching snow the most!" said little Devon Hill with great interest.
"...Hmm." Grandpa just responded slightly, holding his grandson and continuing to watch the snow.
"Grandpa, I went to Obien with Uncle Angron for an adventure some time ago!" The little grandson was still showing off his experience proudly: "Uncle Angron was with me. He was responsible for dealing with those trolls, Marshland.
Demon or something, I will be responsible for solving the riddles of the ancient saints. Grandpa, let me tell you, Uncle Angron is so stupid. He can't understand any of those simple riddles. He is so stupid!"
"He has never been smart." Grandpa replied coldly.
"@#￥%*&~!" Angron, who was following behind, had a look of disgrace and sullenness on his face. He cursed a few brats in a low voice and took two steps back. After thinking about it for a while, he felt unhappy and followed again: "
Smelly nephew, I will spank you next time!"
"Grandpa, let me tell you, Uncle Angron will only do this." Little Devonshire let go of his grandfather's big hand, and he ran all the way to a big tree, holding his sword on the big tree.
Drawing a mark of the ancient saint, the little guy jumped up and down in front of the big tree: "Bi
For example, Uncle Angron found an ancient saint's puzzle here, but he couldn't solve it, so he could only stand stupidly in front of the puzzle and wait for me, and then deliberately made a profound expression: 'Boy,
What do these patterns and these marks mean?'"
"Then I told him what it meant, and Uncle Angron would quickly say: 'Yes, I guess that's what it means.' It's too fake, it's so simple, and uncle is really stupid, haha
Haha~"
This joke of the little grandson made the originally very cold and expressionless Lord of Mankind couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth. Yes, this is Angron. He insists on showing off his face, but it's his inner taste: "Oh, it's true.
.”
"Hahahaha!" The four Imperial Guards standing behind laughed happily, making Angron almost become angry and almost ran away.
"Who taught you these things?" Grandpa said: "What are the runes and marks of the ancient saints?"
"My father took the time to teach me." The little guy nodded seriously, with a distressed expression on his face: "My father teaches me the best, but my father has a lot of things to do. He often goes out to fight.
Mother Lilith and Aunt Olica taught me, but they were not as good as my father."
"What else did your father teach you?" the emperor then asked.
"Father also taught me how to flash! Grandpa, look!" Little Devin Hill suppressed his face, and a psychic mark appeared on his forehead. The little guy flashed out a few meters away with a "BOOM" sound, and immediately
He waved to the Lord of Humanity in the ice and snow: "Grandpa, look how far I have escaped!"
"Nonsense!" The emperor's face changed slightly. Little Devon Hill had not fully mastered Flash. The Lord of Mankind immediately strode towards Little Devon Hill: "You haven't mastered this skill yet."
"Hehehe~" Little Devon Hill didn't take it seriously at all. Seeing his grandfather's violent reaction, the little guy forced another flash. Due to the excessive psychic load and lack of proficiency, the little guy had a problem this time.
He dodged a meter away, but fell into the snow in the forest. He turned over with an ouch and fell into a dog chewing on the snow: "Oh~"
"Are you okay, nephew?" Angron's expression changed drastically, and he rushed forward.
"You..." The emperor's face changed slightly, and the Lord of Humanity also appeared in front of the little guy. He was about to speak, but he was met with a handful of snowflakes!
Little Devin Hill smiled and wiped the two large balls of snow in his hand directly on the face of the Lord of Humanity, which was filled with countless miracles and light!
The emperor's sacred face was wiped with snow by little Devin Hill!
Angron and the Imperial Guards who followed the Emperor just laughed loudly when they saw this.
"Hehehe~ Grandpa, do you know this formation?" The infinitely arrogant little grandson pushed the emperor away and ran away, very fast: "Grandpa, come after me, grandpa~!"
Emperor: "…………"
Just like this, there is a lot of fun in the forest after the first snowfall.