Since both Ryan and Sulia were in seclusion, the first reaction of the knight nobles was to immediately go to the Lake God Witch Morgiana. Morgiana was quite interested in sending troops to assist Estalia, and the Lake God Witch quickly
He agreed to hold a meeting and launch a new chivalry war in the name of the Lady of the Lake.
Of course, due to the lack of on-the-spot decisions from Ryan and Sulia, how to use national resources and coordinate the armies of the major principalities, the northern and southern knights, nobles and the bureaucracy needed some time to discuss. Therefore, in the early morning of the next day after receiving the letter for help in April, several
The Generalissimo and the cabinet members left behind by Lane arrived at the palace restaurant one after another, preparing to have breakfast and discuss matters.
Croissant, sausage, cheese, coffee, maple croissant, soft-boiled eggs, vegetable salad, blueberry tart and bacon salmon, the breakfast seemed particularly sumptuous. However, the mood of everyone present was different. The bureaucrats left behind by Ryan such as
Talleyrand, Beria, Veronica, Theresa, Aurora and Finance Minister Vincent
Some people seemed to have little interest and just ate peacefully, while the knights and nobles, including Laune and Francois, were having a heated discussion. The Green Knight also appeared, the physical embodiment of the Eight Virtues of Knights.
A large bag of baguettes that are so hard that they require a sharp saw or even a knight's sword to cut them open.
Seeing the Green Knight appear, everyone bowed in greeting. This demigod had been guarding Britannia for nearly a thousand years.
"Where's the brat?" The Green Knight's ghostly voice said without emotion: "You don't want breakfast?"
Francois looked at Callard.
Kalad looked at Morgiana.
Morgiana looked at the head maid Sylvia.
Sylvia's face turned red, and the head maid opened her mouth. Under everyone's gaze, she said awkwardly: "This is the first time for the Baron to attend a meeting alone today, and he is still choosing his formal attire."
"Didn't you choose well last night?" The Green Knight's voice was emotionless: "Is this how you always do things?"
"Everything is my responsibility, please punish me, Your Highness." Sylvia quickly knelt down and admitted her mistake.
"Tsk!" The Green Knight, who was Devon Hill's mentor, was the first to snort displeasedly. He smashed the bread and knife and fork on the table with just the right amount of force. The sound was crisp but did not damage any utensils. He shook it.
Shake his head.
Seeing the Green Knight stop eating, he seemed unhappy, so everyone was forced to stop enjoying breakfast.
As the symbol of chivalry, the Green Knight was not in a high mood, and the warm atmosphere immediately dissipated. Berhemond, Lawn, Francois and others stopped one after another. Everyone looked at me and me in embarrassment.
Birhemond ate half of a hot dog, neither chewing it nor holding it in his mouth.
Lawn frowned, lowered his head and took a napkin to wipe his mouth.
Francois shook his head helplessly, as if he was considering his words.
Kalad's face was ugly and his brows were furrowed.
Talleyrand looked calm, he was still smiling, and even started talking to Vincent after putting down his knife and fork.
Morgiana, the Witch of the Lake God, may be the only one who doesn't have to look at the Green Knight's face. She looks a little worried, but the Green Knight is the mentor assigned to Devonshire by the Lake Fairy, and she can't interfere.
As soon as the Green Knight finished speaking, Devonshire hurried into the hall from the outside, with the Twilight sisters following behind him. Nestela's face was ruddy and shiny. When she saw everyone's eyes falling on her, she walked very slowly.
It was a little unnatural, but Arohan didn't feel any pressure in this regard. She grinned, glanced at her unceremoniously, and looked at everyone who looked at her.
The baron moved quickly. As he walked, Devon Hill, who was still a little disheveled in his clothes, tidied up his collar and cuffs. He was the last one to enter the restaurant and bowed his head to Callard and Francois a little embarrassedly to apologize.
The Green Knight glanced at Devonshire coldly: "When your father was this age, he was still sleeping rough in the ice and snow of Nord! What about you? My Baron? If you don't get rid of this extravagant and decadent style, what will happen in the future?
Can you become an excellent knight and a qualified heir to His Majesty? How can you be worthy of the lady who handed you over to me and your father and mother? Do you think the future throne should be yours? You are amazing, aren't you? Do you think you are?
who?"
"..." Devon Hill's face turned red.
"Kings are not proud of blood, but blood is proud of kings." The Green Knight continued: "It is not because your blood is noble that you are destined to be a king, but because you are a king, your blood is noble. If you always think
Lane his son calls himself, and
I have never realized that I am just Devon Hill, so there is no need for me to be your mentor! You should hire someone else. I am really not humble. Since the lady invites me to mentor you, then I will use the highest
Are you convinced by the standards required of you?"
"I'm convinced, mentor." Devon Hill was even more embarrassed. In fact, the Baron knew that there was an important meeting this morning, and he was planning to go to bed early and get up early, but Sister Twilight was so obsessed with her at night that she fell asleep.
relatively late.
"There are so many wastes and deadbeats in this country. They either go to serve in Lawn's Northern Army or go to the Badlands. If you are always like this, I still suggest that you go to the Eight Peaks Mountain to find your Grandpa Belegar and let him
Ryan, he and Sulia, please have a few more!" The Green Knight scolded Devon Hill unceremoniously.
Just standing there, Devonshire received the harshest criticism in his life unceremoniously. The Baron also knew that he had done something wrong and could only accept it.
"Such a serious mistake cannot be made again. Sylvia, I will fine you one year's salary." As soon as the Green Knight finished speaking, Morgiana said impatiently.
"Yes." Sylvia immediately accepted the punishment. Seeing this scene, the Green Knight paused slightly. He glanced at Morgiana and could only nod: "That's it."
Everyone sat down, and after a violent meal, the Green Knight signaled that everyone could start.
Morgiana has already stated that she can give the call for jihad, so everyone is discussing how to send troops and mobilize the army.
And what is the attitude of the Kingdom of Knights towards this request for help?
good!
very good!
The lady is calling us, the times are calling us, and the great holy war of chivalry is about to begin again!
What do you like most about a theocratic, feudal, military and aristocratic country dominated by religion?
Of course it’s a holy war!
Jihad is the best reason for war, especially the kind of jihad that "helps" neighboring countries "resist" aggression. You know, the last Arabi jihad brought prosperity to Britannia for two to three hundred years, and
This time Estalia took the initiative to ask for help in this holy war. In such a terrible and tragic war, as the inheritors and promoters of knightly virtues, how can we not get a piece of it... Ahem, I mean, lend a helping hand.
Woolen cloth?
Not only did he gain both fame and fortune, but...you know, the Kingdom of Knights has been coveting the territory of Estalia for many, many, many years, and they just wish they had no excuse.
Therefore, when the letter of request for help from the Southern Kingdom was sent to the Royal Court of Britannia, the knights and nobles were all excited, especially the knights and nobles headed by Berhemond, Francois and Laune, who wanted to start the nationwide attack immediately.
mobilization.
The first consensus reached is that it is impossible for the knight army to cross the Black Mountains to rescue Tyrell because it is too dangerous, especially when Miragliano has fallen. The Skaven only need to send a small number of troops to block it.
Living on the mountain road, the Knight Road army is more or less sent away, so everyone's goal is to give priority to supporting Estalia, which is the closest and has a direct road.
Then there is the issue of gathering the army. The knight nobles naturally hope to mobilize the country. Many nobles have the idea of taking this opportunity to annex Estalia, but Laune and Francois immediately warned everyone about this moment.
Forced mobilization must not be allowed, and since spring plowing has already begun in April, the recruitment of troops must not affect the vital agricultural farming.
"Don't worry, it won't be a problem. Who doesn't have an organized standing army under his command now?" Bohemond didn't care.
The discussion among the knights and nobles was lively, but on the other side, the bureaucrats were not very interested.
Talleyrand said that it is not appropriate to go to war because of this kind of thing. The Royal Guards Corps, including the Old Guards, the Mousilon Coldstream Guards and the 1st Lancers of the Guards, need to rest and recuperate after just defeating Morgul.
The Norscan dwarves need time to settle. How to arrange the 96,000 Norscan dwarves is very troublesome. He cannot provide enough help in this matter.
Beria sincerely stated that the Mussillon Military Factory still has many scientific research tasks. He only has a part of the budget reserved by Lane. If he wants to mobilize on a large scale, he needs the nod of Finance Minister Vincent.
Finance Minister Vincent's attention was focused on his daughter. He first cast a grateful look at Morgiana, and then said that His Majesty Lane had given a certain amount of budget space before entering the retreat, but it was impossible to support it.
Such a huge military operation.
This puts the marshals in a difficult position. Carrying out a holy war of chivalry costs money! Of course, the dukes can pay for this money out of their own pockets to a certain extent, but this means that they can only lead their own armies, and in the armies of the major principalities
After completing the standing army and reorganization, the Dukes could only lead the knights and nobles under their command, the family's private army and the serf levies.
What? You mean the Free Folk Corps, the Musketeers Battalion and the Artillery Regiment as the backbone?
A small number of transfers are okay, but large-scale transfers are definitely not possible! For nationwide transfers, the Free People's Army only recognizes the orders of Ryan and Sulia. If Ryan doesn't make a decision, who dares to mess around? Don't think Ryan is in seclusion now, is there anyone?
Aren't you afraid that he would take revenge after leaving seclusion?
Are you talking about the bureaucrats left behind by Ryan? Who dares to make such a decision for the king? Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?
Everyone is in trouble, those who want to fight have no money, and those who have money don't want to fight.
Talleyrand secretly glanced at Beria, and the lame man gave Beria a wink.
Beria shook his head slightly.
The heat is not yet there.
Talleyrand tapped the ground lightly with his cane.
Bureaucrats immediately objected en masse.
In this way, although Britannia has the ability and ideas to support the Southern Kingdom, in the absence of crucial leadership core and decision-makers, the military plan has been unable to be formulated and issued. The Dukes and Lane's bureaucracy group
Protracted negotiations and games began.
Devonshire saw all this, and the Baron was a little restless. He closed his mouth forcefully to stop himself from interjecting and kept quiet.
What he has to do now is listen to politics and study.
"I can't help but want to have a big fight, Nestra!" When Arohan heard that there was another war, he licked his flaming red lips excitedly.
"You must calm down, we have to avoid unnecessary sacrifices, Arohan!" Nestela said impatiently: "Everything is for Islay!"
Devon Hill couldn't help but smile bitterly as he listened to the Twilight sisters' quarrel. They were quarreling all the time. He really didn't know how long he would have to listen to their quarrel in the future.
.........I am the dividing line between sitting in court and listening to politics......
While Brittania was still debating what to do.
In the imperial court, Emperor Karl-Franz also received a letter asking for help from the southern country. The emperor pulled the corners of his mouth and tilted his head.
Where do I have the extra troops to support the Southern Kingdom?
There is also a holy war going on here!
Archbishop Vicmar almost emptied all the religious troops in the southern part of the empire to fight Sylvania. Now the army has just set off. Not long after entering the Aiwei territory, even many mercenaries followed. As for the magic academy, the light mage Divination
Qiaowei the Sun dispatched and led a small group of mages, including a Light Magic Vehicle.
The huge number of the Jihadi Army put great pressure on food and military pay for the already stretched empire. This is why the emperor was very angry about this but finally acquiesced to the existence of indulgences.
With some grain support, it barely took shape.
This is not over yet. As winter passes, the Wilich Cursed Army in Prague continues to move south, and has begun to besiege the city of Kislev in the south and Erengrad in the west. Now the Bretons
has been basically withdrawn, and what remains is a coalition of imperial and local Kislev forces. The current commanders are Edbrand Ludenhoff and Oster, the great baron and elector of Hawkland.
Leader Elector Vamir von Zhukov.
Emergency letters came like snow from the front line. The northern defense line urgently needed reinforcements from the emperor!
Karl-Franz is not idle either. 60,000 troops from various empires have already assembled in Braunschweig, preparing to march to the northern front.
At this time, where does he have any troops to support the Southern Kingdom?
The emperor is even considering choosing a front in the Sylvanian Holy War or the Northern Front Anti-Chaos War and personally going to the front line.
After several days of discussion, a messenger came with new news.
"Since the Sun King and his queen are in seclusion, the Brittanians are still discussing whether to send troops to rescue them." The messenger said: "Based on the known intelligence, there are no reliable speculations or conclusions at the moment."
"What about Gelt and Nuer?" The emperor felt cold.
Retreat?!
Ryan, what time is it now, have you gone to retreat, or are you with your Queen Sulia?!
"Baroness Emmanuel made it clear that she has no interest in rescuing the southern country because it is too far away. The imperial army must detour through the border prince territory. This may take two or three months. Nuer's army must use
Defend Nur, and Nur has already supported the Sylvania expedition." Count Metternich said helplessly: "As for Gelt, our great alchemist is still organizing an army to prepare to join Sylvania.
As for holy war, Your Majesty, this is also what you want."
"Doesn't Gelt have any spare troops?" the emperor asked knowingly.
"If there is, it will be difficult for us to afford the cost of crossing the mountains. We are not dwarves, Your Majesty." Marshal Rick Heilberg said: "There is no shortcut, and we cannot cross the mountains."
"I understand. Now I can only hope that the Southern Kingdom can support it for a long enough time, and that everything goes smoothly for His Majesty Vicmar."
"As long as Manfred von Carstein's undead army is successfully defeated and the problem of Sylvania is solved, everything will be fine, Your Majesty." Spymaster Amadeus said.
"I hope so."
Two weeks later, the Sylvanian Crusaders gradually approached the border between the Ivey Territory and the Stir Territory.
Sylvania was right in front of us. When the army arrived and stationed in the Dark Valley, Cardinal Alfred encountered a crazy vampire hunter when he came up.