Ride and Cut

Ever since stepping into the wilderness and becoming a pioneering lord, Li Cha has been consciously supplementing his military knowledge, and he really knows a lot about the army commander in front of him.

His name is Suffolk, and he can be in charge of the dragon's claw. His background is naturally very prominent. He comes from the famous Bauhinia family in the west. This year is less than forty years old. For a soldier, it is the golden age when experience and physical strength coexist.

However, Suffolk spent the first half of his career as a staff officer and was constantly promoted. It was not until his partner chief officer resigned due to illness a few years ago that he began to assume the responsibility of commanding the troops independently. He can be regarded as the type who lacks both theory and experience, but the evaluation of him by the military circle has always been "more than enough wisdom, not enough decision-making. He can be alone, but can't take care of the overall situation."

The lord had talked about this person with Buckland before, and the old white tiger expressed worryingly at that time that it might not be a good thing to work under him, because nine out of ten of those who are questioned will desperately look for opportunities to prove themselves.

After all, no matter what, if you are impatient, you will probably get rough.

But Li Cha is not so pessimistic, because not only Suffolk, but everyone in this impetuous age is desperately looking for opportunities to prove themselves.

"Good day, all captains, Baron Richard, and His Highness Bedrick." Suffolk held a silver cane, and raised it specially to welcome the two new friendly troops.

Frankly speaking, his senses for these two people can only be regarded as fair or not. The meaning is—their arrival will not surprise Suffolk, but it is far from being disgusted. If it is not for their special status, he will pretend not to see it.

Famous second-generation ancestors like Bedric are not popular, but after all, bringing an elite from the Forbidden Army is somewhat helpful to the Dragon Claw.

As for Eagle Knight Richard, although he has become more and more famous under the recent rounds of publicity in the kingdom, he is even regarded as the hero who defeated Stuart. But in the eyes of senior military officers like Suffolk, it is naturally another matter.

The record seems to be dazzling, but in fact it is just fighting against enemies such as wilderness natives or the most garrison army, and the gold content has yet to be considered.

"You can just call me Baker, there is no need to distinguish between His Highness and His Highness in the barracks." Bedrick said.

"Your Highness doesn't need to be humble, anywhere in the kingdom, your Highness is your Highness, and the barracks is no exception." Suffolk waved his cane lightly, with two well-trimmed mustaches slightly curled up at the corners of his mouth, looking graceful.

He is a traditional aristocrat as standard as a textbook, and his behavior is beyond reproach. Even under such simple conditions, he is elegant and calm.

"Again." The head of the dragon's claws paused for a while before continuing: "I don't know what you think of this war?"

The room was surprisingly quiet for a while, a group of middle and senior military officers kept their mouths shut, but they couldn't stop exchanging eyes with each other.

Li Cha was sitting in the crowd, fishing in troubled waters, while no one was paying attention, he looked around, and suddenly found that there were several ice and snow priests sitting not far from his right.

The feud between Pompeii and the upper echelons of the Snow Goddess Church seems to have not had time to spread to these people. At least on the surface, they get along very well with their colleagues.

The lord winked at a priest who was also looking at him. The latter looked puzzled and quickly turned his head away.

"There are no foreigners here, so we might as well talk freely." Suffolk smiled and clapped his hands. "Based on my twenty years of military experience, Stuart will not be Pompey's opponent."

As soon as these words came out, it can be said that they said something that everyone wanted to say but dared not to say, and immediately received enthusiastic responses from everyone.

"They picked the wrong opponent at the wrong time."

"Her Majesty Belluni may inherit the name of Mad King."

Pride is a vice that soldiers should avoid no matter what, but none of you here are laymen, and have a far deeper understanding of war than ordinary people.

Of course they understand a very simple truth - combat power is not rootless duckweed, and it can always be seen from various aspects. Fighting wars is fighting for money. Taxes, population, and iron smelting almost constitute the basis for the existence of a country's military power.

In recent decades, under the rule of His Majesty Sagre, Pompeii has been thriving, its national power has become more and more prosperous, and its military strength has also increased accordingly. As for Stuart, it is well known that natural disasters and man-made disasters are staged in turn, vividly explaining what it means to be unlucky in a fleeting year.

The two old rivals who were once evenly matched are now at the most ebb and flow time. The Pompeii soldiers generally regarded Stuart's voluntary declaration of war as suicide, and there were definitely quite a few who even simply thought that His Majesty Stuart Belluni was a lunatic.

Suffolk paused twice on the ground with his cane, and the heavy metal head collided with the stone slab, making a bang.

"According to the latest information from the military department, in order to clear up the evil dragon that suddenly started raging in the territory a month ago, Stuart's famous golden dragon rider, Lord Corleone, unfortunately died in battle."

Li Cha immediately blew a whistle. The scene of him taking the lead suddenly got out of hand, and the whistles kept coming and going. The very serious high-level military meeting was made to look like a group of hooligans visiting a brothel.

No wonder they were so excited.

The dragon rider who rides the giant dragon soaring in the sky, his claws and teeth are as sharp as his breath, is the god of death that no one can match on the battlefield. It can determine the outcome of a battle, and occasionally even determine the rise and fall of a faction.

There is no doubt that it is the ultimate weapon that humans can master.

There were originally four such ultimate units in Pompeii, and three in Stuart, which at best was considered an advantage. But the gods might really be on Pompeii's side. One of Stuart's dragoon generals was actually killed in the battle. The number was four to two, twice as many as the opponent.

Taking advantage of the confusion around him, Li Cha quietly elbowed Derek, "Baker, do you think you're really as optimistic as Lord Suffolk said?"

Bedrick covered his waist and eyes and gasped for air. It took him a long time before he said, "I don't understand the details. Anyway, I feel that old men don't do things that are not sure... Do you know how strong your hands are?"

"This time the kingdom has gathered four legions with a total of 150,000 people, and all four dragonriders will participate in the battle. They will take the initiative to launch an offensive from the northwest of Stuart, and let them pay for their recklessness and ignorance!"

Every time Suffolk said something, the officers present burst into cheers. Their excitement is palpable. The opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune has finally come.

"My officer has received an order that our Dragon Claw Legion will be the vanguard of the whole army and take the lead in attacking Winter City."

Li Cha raised his eyebrows, and immediately returned to the look that nothing happened. Just like a stone thrown into an ancient well, it quickly returns to calm after stirring up two waves.

Dracula said that "The Ring of Sky and Thunder" belonged to a collector named Magellan. Coincidentally, this Mr. Magellan happened to live in Winter City.

bad mood……